Page 31 of Mob Queen

“You?” She pushes off the car and slowly advances toward me.

“Yeah, me. Where do I stand?” My heart beat accelerates as she progresses closer. Fuck, I want to grab her and kiss her with everything I have. Force this little minx to her knees, unzip my pants and fuck her mouth until she’s choking on my cock.

Frankie lifts her hand and grabs my forearm. Her nails dig into my skin, causing my breath to hitch. “Do you really want to know where you stand?”

I lift my chin, staring down at her. My jaw tightens and I lift my hand to place it on her hip. She’s soft and fleshy, and her coffee-tinged aroma is sending me over the edge. My pulse quickens and I fight with myself to not respond to her appeal. Frankie leans forward, her warm lips skim across mine. I close my eyes to hold onto my control when suddenly, she pulls back. The echoing sound of a gunshot startles me. I open my eyes to find she’s shot at my front tire. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You shot at my car.”

“Pffft.” She lifts her shoulders. “It’s just a tire.”

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“You’re trespassing on private property.”

“This is a public road.” I point to it.

“No, it’s not. It’s my road, and you’re trespassing.” Frankie’s staring as she silently challenges me to question her. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and she lifts her brows once in defiance. “I suggest you leave.” Frankie takes a step backward.

She’s going to be the death of me. “Lucky I have a spare,” I say as I shrug out of my suit jacket and begin rolling my dress shirt sleeves up.

“Ah, about that.” She lifts the gun and shoots the back tire. “I bet you don’t have two.”

“You shot the governor of Florida’s car. I can have you arrested for that.” Frankie’s smile quickly fades, and G takes a few steps toward me. She lifts her hand to stop him. “I’ll bring the power of my office down on you if you don’t get out of my state.”

“Frank,” G starts.

She lifts her hand again, and shakes her head at him. Frankie hands him the gun, then walks up to where I’m standing. “All you had to do was ask.”

“Good, so you’ll leave then.”

She blinks several times and finally smiles. “You said you want to go down on me. I hope that mouth is good.”

“I said I’ll bring the power of my office down on you.”

“That could be fun.” She leans into me and places a kiss on my cheek. Her lips linger on my skin for a long moment. My hand instantly reaches for her hip again. I love how she feels, and I can’t wait to worship her body with my mouth. “I really do hope you like having your mouth full.” She steps back breaking our connection. Frankie flicks a look to my car and winks at me. “If you’re not gone in an hour, I’ll release my dogs.”

My shoulders sink as I watch her walk away. Her hips swivel with extra sass, and I can’t tear my eyes off her ass.

“You have one hour,” she calls over her shoulder.

Frankie DeLuca is fucking lethal.

And I burn for her.

Chapter 11

Frankie

“Looks good in here,” I say as I walk into the completed office. Rome is sitting at his new desk, working on his computer. He lifts his head to acknowledge me and gives me a half-ass grunt before returning his attention to the laptop. “We need to go,” I say.

“I’m working, Frank. The Darkness and Destruction inventory was a mess, and I’m working my ass off to catch up with it.” I lean against his desk and cross my arms in front of my chest. Rome tears his eyes away from the screen and releases a long sigh. “Do I need to be there with you?”

“You don’t need to, but it would be a good idea for you to be.”

“Why?”

“I’m taking care of the two men who caused problems for my girls at Destiny. And, G has identified two of my soldiers who are disgruntled with me being the boss. So, they’ll be there, and they’ll see what I do.”

Rome twists his upper lip. “Why do I need to be there to see that?”

---