Page 36 of Claiming His Mafia Princess

He notices and cocks his head to the side.

“Where are you going, little bird?” He snarls and leans over, grabbing my thigh and pulling me across the sofa towards him.

He locks me in place as he shifts his body over mine. HIs eyes lock with mine and I sneer at him. “Get the fuck off me right now.” I hiss.

“I don’t see why he gets you. You should have been mine. He’s so fucking ugly I don’t even know how you look at him.”

His fingers are digging into me, and his words infuriate me. No one should ever call Nevio ugly in front of me.

I let my leg up to my chest and kick out hard, catching him in the ribs.

He huffs as the air is slammed from his lungs.

I spin and try to crawl away, but he grabs me and drags me back to him.

Now he is lying on top of me on the couch and I’m getting loud.

“Get the fuck off me.” I scream.

“I just want a little taste.” He laughs as his hand wraps around my face and pulls me towards him. His lips are inches from mine.

Out of nowhere, he gets lifted off me and begins flying across the room.

Nevio is standing over the couch, looking down at me. My eyes are wide and bright with tears.

“Are you ok?”

I nod.

He turns towards his brother, who has picked himself up off the floor.

His voice is low and terrifying as he marches towards him with sinister intent.

“Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my house and laying your hands on my wife?” He thunders as he shoves his brother backwards.

Damion staggers and only just stays on his feet by gripping the edge of a bookcase.

“Grow the fuck up, Nevio. You don’t deserve a girl like that. Look at your fucking face. Look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous — and you — you look like something that should have died the moment it was born.”

Nevio swings his arm, and his fist connects with his brother’s jaw.

He doesn’t stop there, though. His brother is caught off guard, and one hit might have been enough to shake him, but Nevio is blind with rage. He keeps hitting.

His fists slamming against his brother’s face over and over again.

I stand up and run towards them, screaming at Nevio to stop.

He pauses when he hears me, his fist hovering above Damion’s face. Blood covering Damion’s skin and Nevio’s knuckles.

“You’ll kill him. Please, Nevio, stop.” I beg.

Damion laughs, a wet low sound, coated with blood.

“She’s wants me, man. She’ll trade me for your ugly fucking skin any day.”

Nevio pulls his arm back again, ready to punch, but I grab his elbow.

“He’s not worth it.” I whisper.

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