Page 40 of The Merciless King

I am unsure why she’s helping me except she’s a bored, rich, mafia princess who is looking for some fun.

Fine.

If it opens the doors to finding Amy, then I’ll do it.

Hell, I’ll marry the woman if I have to, but we don’t have time for that. My plan worked perfectly.

I pack my bags and check out of the hotel. I need the Baldassare’s to think I’m flying back to Europe.

Then I head back to the Dark King's headquarters.

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AN HOUR LATER, I’m sitting on the sofa drinking a coffee when Nathan and Decker walk in.

“Brax,” Nathan says, already adopting the nickname for me.

“You just cost me two hundred dollars,” Decker said, flopping on the other end of the sofa.

I grin widely. “What can I say?”

“That you lucked out and Mack needs to give me back my cash,” Decker deadpans.

“Sorry. She’s asked me home to meet the folks. I’m just that good.”

“Shame they’re gangsters.” He snorts.

I let my eyes drift across the room. Gianna is a beautiful and intelligent woman. A part of me feels a bit guilty about how this is going to end. I don’t know exactly how it’s going to play out, but I suspect she’ll be hurt.

She’s not as tough as she makes out.

A man senses more about a woman when he’s been inside her and looked into her soul.

Maybe I’m wrong. She could just be after a man who makes her feel good. It’s my guess that men have put her on a pedestal because of who she is, whereas I treated her with dominance and disrespect.

Sometimes that’s arousing for spoiled princesses.

My instincts say she’s more complicated than that.

What I’m trying to ignore is the way we came together last night. It was more than a dominant lover pleasuring a woman in dire need of being submissive and controlled. There was a connection.

I’m not being romantic. Far fucking from it.

I’ve slept with a lot of women in my life and never felt the same sensation I did the moment I pressed my cock inside Gianna.

Like I say, better not to think about it.

“What’s she like?” Nathan asks, cleaning the whiteboard as I drop my empty mug on the coffee table.

“Beautiful. Intelligent,” I reply. “Looking for some excitement in her life, I guess.”

I watch as he checks the ink on a few markers and glances my way.

“Don’t, for god’s sakes, fall in love with her like bloody Connor.”

I snort. “She’s a gangster’s daughter. Not my type.”

The last thing I want is a father-in-law who traffics human beings, among other things.

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