Page 37 of Betraying the Mafia Boss

Marcus looks at me. “Say what now?”

“Isabella.” She’s in the middle of the chaos, and one of the guys has his hand around her fist. Anger scorches my insides, my hands balling into fists. I’m standing in front of her before I even know it. Turning to the guy, I hope he can see the fury in my eyes. “Take your hands off her or you won’t have hands to hold anyone.”

The guy doesn’t leave Isabella. He pushes my chest with one hand. “What the hell are you going to do, beat me?”

The other guys begin to laugh, sending a bolt of anger surging through my veins. They’re going to regret laughing at me.

I grab the guy holding Isabella, twisting his hand backwards until he’s whimpering like a sick dog. The cracking of his bone disgusts me.

Such a weakling.

“You want to know what I’ll do?” I twist his hand even more, relishing the sound of his screams.

“I’m sorry, man.” His hand leaves Isabella’s. “I’m sorry, okay?”

The other guy steps forward, but one of them mutters, “Vincent Romano?” Every one of them steps back, they’re trembling with fear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was—”

“She doesn’t need to be my woman for you to respect her,” I say, cutting him off before he can finish giving his flimsy excuse. “The next time I catch you harassing a woman will be the last time you have balls. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, I-I understand.”

“Good.” Freeing him, I push him towards his friends. “Now get out of here, all of you.”

In less than a second, all four of them are half-way across club, heading for the exit.

I drag my attention to Isabella and my heart swells in my chest. She’s unearthly beautiful in the black dress she’s wearing. She let her hair down tonight and the fans bringing fresh air into the club makes it float around her face. “You’re breathtaking,” I hear myself mutter.

She squints at me and grins. “What?”

“You’re breathtaking,” I repeat. For the first time in a couple of days, I can breathe freely knowing she’s safe. “What are you doing here?”

She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Well, I got tired of staying indoors so I came out to have some fun. What are you doing here?”

“Drinking with my brothers.” I don’t like the way her face lights up when I mention my brothers so I make it my duty to remind her, “They’re married.”

She chuckles. “Are you jealous? Do you think I’d try to hit on your brothers?”

I scoff. “Yes, I’m fucking jealous.” I drink her in from head to toe. “So jealous that other men can see how beautiful you are in that dress.”

My cock twitches painfully. I love the way the dress clings to her curves and the soft hint of cleavage peeking from the neckline. She looks like a fucking goddess.

“How about we go somewhere else instead?” I suggest. I haven’t seen her in a few days and I’d like to have her all to myself. And my brothers won’t be pleased to see her, not after we spent the last couple of minutes arguing because of her.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not them I’m concerned for. I don’t want them to say something that will upset her.

“No.” She walks past me to the front bar and sits on one of the stools.

I don’t have a choice but to sit next to her, glaring at my brothers as warning for them not to disturb us or do something silly.

“What would you like to drink, ma’am?” the barman asks, his Italian accent thick.

“Anything really strong. I want to get wasted tonight,” she says. She twists in her seat and flashes a smile at my brothers. “Those your brothers?”

“They are.”

The barman passes a drink to her and she mouths, Thank you. “Too bad I got with the least good looking one,” she jokes. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like you that much.”

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