Page 104 of The Gangster King

Such an arrogant, domineering, and bossy son of a—God, I miss him.

I miss the way his eyes follow me and run down my body. I miss the way his tongue sweeps out as he’s trying to work out what I’m thinking. How he spins whatever glass he’s holding around and around, instead of closing the gap between us and taking everything he’s ever wanted.

Me.

He could’ve forced me to marry him. But he didn’t.

At any time during those two weeks, he could have had a priest marry us and yet he did not. He could have tied me up and fucked my wet pussy and done whatever he’d wanted to me.

My thighs clench.

What is wrong with me?

That should revolt me. Instead, I dip my head as my core pulses greedily, wishing he’d burst through the doors and strip me. Then lick every inch of me in punishment until I screamed.

I hear large engine sounds outside and I climb to my feet.

My furniture.

“Stop thinking about Dante and get on with your life, Addy.” I tell myself out loud.

Great, now I’m talking to myself.

I am definitely getting a puppy.

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FOUR HOURS LATER, I step out of the shower after moving all the furniture around and setting up my bed. I’m hungry and need to stock my pantry.

I dress in a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt from Target, slide on my Nike sneakers, and grab my Louis Vuitton bag.

That’s going to have to go.

People will probably think it’s a fake.

I walk ten minutes to the supermarket because I can’t afford to catch a cab everywhere. I don’t have a driver or bodyguard.

And I don’t have a car.

One day I will. Right now, all my money has gone into setting up my home and my new identification.

Plus, a little in savings in case of emergencies.

I turn and glance around me as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I know it’s just my imagination and I need to stop being so nervous, but it’s only been a few days.

This will get easier.

It never occurred to me that I would be grieving those I left behind. All I focused on was getting away. But the reality is I’ll never see my brother and father again.

Or...the man who shall not be named.

CHAPTER THIRTY

DANTE

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“Want me to go in?” Dom asks.

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