Page 15 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

When the officer takes a path to the back of the club, clearly dropping his terrible cover and making a beeline for the rooms where shady things happen, I grab Sal’s hand. “Follow my lead.”

He doesn’t even flinch.

I have to say, that’s kind of nice about Sal. It’s one of the things I’ve always appreciated about him.

I need to be flexible in my work, and if I need someone to work with, they have to be able to change plans at the drop of a hat.

We get to the back, and I pause in a hallway. I can barely hear voices coming from a few rooms back.

I creep forward, Sal close on my heels.

We pause right outside of a dark room. There’s a slight alcove next to the room, like the kind that used to hold a phone booth.

I tuck into it and Sal follows.

“…family is bound to be looking for him.”

“Any reasonable person would assume he’s dead,” a woman’s voice says.

“Well. I don’t think the De Lucas are reasonable by any stretch of the imagination.”

We both go stock still.

The man continues. “He’s fine. When I met him here, he said he would do anything to keep the brother’s kids a secret.”

The woman snorts. “Yeah. Well. Anything turned out to be a whole lot for him, now didn’t it?”

“True. Still. We gave him what he asked for, and he’s going to give us what we need.”

She groans. “I hate working with criminals. Have I said that before?”

“Sure, kid. But it’s time to get you back. Babysitting duty is hard work, you know.”

The door creaks. My mind is still reeling, thinking about what they said.

It’s Sal who makes the decision about the door opening.

“Shit.”

Faster than I thought possible, Sal moves. He rotates so that he’s pinning me to the wall, his right arm braced against the flat surface so that my face is obscured by his leather bomber jacket.

He leans forward. “Act sexy,” he mutters.

Then, his other hand goes around my waist, pulling our hips together.

His nose descends, brushing the line of my neck.

And his lips trace up my throat.

I don’t even have to fake the gasp that explodes from me. The feeling of Sal’s lips on my skin?

Holy. Shit.

There are goosebumps racing all over my skin, starting at the place where my neck meets his lips. He nibbles lightly, biting the tendon in my throat.

I don’t even need to pretend to moan.

The sound is breathy and loud, and I can feel Sal’s hesitation as he freezes.

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