Page 58 of The Merciless King

Powerful men need boundaries.

If I let them control me now, it will only make this situation more dangerous for me.

When the capo’s lips stretch into a smile, it tells me he was testing me.

Cunt.

“One o’clock. Meet me in my office.” Frank says, lifting his napkin and waving to someone in the corner of the room who appears with a plate of steamy hot food.

How the hell did they do that?

I glance at Dante, and as I walk out, I notice a hint of respect in his eyes. I’m not sure if I should be intrigued by him or really fucking terrified.

There’s something off.

My spidey senses are screaming.

Right now, I’m just happy I’m still alive.

While I should be working out who the fuck I call first and having a minor freakout that Amy could be one of the women in this shipment, I can’t get Frank’s words out of my mind.

Do not mistake Gianna’s interest in you for a long-term commitment.

I have no right, but I’m fucked off.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

GIANNA

I push up out of the cool water and draw in a breath, then gasp when I find Braxton standing at the edge of the swimming pool, staring down at me.

He looks badass in his dark glasses and rolled up shirt sleeves with his hands casually resting in his pants pockets. He’s a walking sex god. And that’s saying a lot given I’m surrounded by gangsters who think they’re god’s gift to women. Some of them are pretty damn hot, but Braxton is in a league of his own.

“Gianna,” he purrs, and my body reacts, shivering all over.

I wipe my hands over my face and hair, clearing the water from my vision, then extend my arm. Braxton reaches for me, then pulls me out of the water.

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