Page 5 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I let out a long breath, letting my eyes flick to that sensual mouth once more before I turn to face the dickwad who thinks he has a chance against me. I scoff. “Are you?”

This gamer boy who looks like he’s barely out of adolescence is at least half a foot shorter than my six-foot-four. It’s pitiful at best.

“Because as I see it, you’ve been so self-focused that you haven’t asked her a single question about her life or interests.” I shrug. “If you’re so happy talking to yourself about yourself, don’t let us stop you, but the lady deserves a compliment and to be part of a real conversation.”

He sputters, red in the face, but no words come out.

I shake my head. “No wonder you’re still living with your parents, Dirk.”

He blinks, gasping.

I ignore him. I’m here for the goddess, not him. Turning my back on him, I get lost in the icy blue of her eyes. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“L-Lila.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I reach for her hand and bring it up to my lips.

I revel in the way her breath catches as I press my lips to her smooth skin. “I’m Andre.”

I don’t fail to notice the way goosebumps cover her bare arms at my touch.

Dirk’s hand lands on my shoulder. “What the fuck?—”

I round on him before he even has a chance to utter another word, grabbing him by the shirt and slamming him against the bar. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“And why is that?” His eyes spark with challenge.

“Because I own this place, and I will have you thrown out on your ass if you don’t back the fuck off.”

Dirk scoffs, rolling his eyes. “That’s bullshit. You’re lying.”

“Does it look like bullshit to you, Lila?” I glance at her.

Lila is wide-eyed as she glances between Dirk and me, but she shakes her head.

“She’s my date,” he seethes, fists clenching, spit flying everywhere.

“Was. She was your date. You lost your chance when you acted like it didn’t matter if she was even there. She’s deserves better, so she is my date now.”

Dirk’s eyes flash as he looks to Lila, and I bite back a laugh.

Does this poor excuse for a man really think that she will choose to stay with him?

“What time was your ‘out’ supposed to call?” I ask Lila over my shoulder.

Those icy blue eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve been looking at that phone of yours throughout the entire date.” I smirk. “Not that Dirk here would’ve noticed. I assume you’re waiting for someone to call. A call where you’ll learn about an emergency that is sadly going to cut your date short. So, again, what time?”

She flushes, biting on her lip, eyes dropping to my chest. I like that a little too much.

“Eight,” she mutters under her breath.

I chuckle, nodding. “I think it’s time you get some better friends.”

A ghost of a smile makes her pouty lips even more appealing.

I tear my eyes from her and aim them at Dirk as I tighten my grip on his shirt.

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