Page 103 of The Gangster King

Fuck.

I knew he’d try to negotiate, but that was a lot more than I expected. “Seven.”

“Fifteen.

“Ten is my final offer,” I said, surrendering to the reality that I might not have enough.

He studied me for what felt like hours, then finally nodded.

I almost hugged the guy.

“You get me killed. I will haunt down your Italian ass,” he said, turning and walking away. When I didn’t follow, he turned and lifted his brow.

“Right. Coming.” I rushed after him as he kept walking and shook his head.

So much for a badass mafia princess.

It took over an hour, but I walked out of the establishment ten thousand dollars poorer, hoping like hell that when I return in two days, I’d get what I paid for. And that it would work and keep me safe for the rest of my life.

Now I’m at my house and tomorrow night I can collect it.

A noise outside startles me and I jump.

Running to the window, I look around, and there’s no one there. Is this how life is going to be now? Always looking over my shoulder?

There’s no way anyone knows where I am. Yet, I can’t fully relax.

I flop down on the floor and sit with my back against the wall. Then I pull my knees up. I don’t even have my phone to look through photos. I can’t login to social media and see what anyone is doing.

Does Dante hate me?

Is Leo mad?

Is my father out killing people or accusing Dante of taking me again?

I know I’ve left a tornado behind me.

Tonight you will sleep in my bed.

I could’ve said yes.

I could have an enormous diamond ring on my hand and be Dante’s fiancé.

I could have finally experienced the feeling of his large cock filling me as his broad shoulders loomed over me possessively.

Fucking me.

Claiming me.

Owning me.

Hating him is what I should do. The idiot fucking kidnapped me and held me hostage in his house for almost two weeks. I nearly lost everything I’d worked for.

Who proposes to the woman they’ve kidnapped?

Dante.

That’s who.

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