Page 105 of The Gangster King

“Nope.” I open the door and climb out, running my hands down my pants.

“Boss. She’ll see you,” he warns. I watch Adelina walk inside the grocery store and grab a shopping cart.

Frowning, I turn to Dom. “She’s five foot four and weighs one hundred and ten pounds. I think I will be fine.”

He blinks.

“Oh. Right. Yeah.” He nods, rubbing his chin.

I slap his shoulder and walk across the parking lot.

She won’t see me.

I’m a criminal first and foremost. I was born into this world. I know how to remain invisible, even though I’m over six four and broad as fuck.

Adelina has been jumpy, and I’d like to think she can sense me, but she won’t see me.

She’s been in California now for three days. I flew home for my father’s funeral while my men watched her. Carlos attended to show his respect and shook my hand.

“You don’t have my daughter.” He growled roughly.

“I do not,” I said.

He never asked me if I knew where she was, so I wasn’t going to offer the information.

“Are you hiding her?”

I shook my head, and he sneered at me for a long minute. Then nodded and walked away.

If he suspected anything, my father’s funeral was not the place to do anything about it.

Three hours later, I was flying back to California. First class...but it was no private jet.

However, I’ve had a few more conversations with Connor and Braxton on video to discuss our agreement and spent the time we have watched Adelina fine-tuning my plan.

I’m ready to proceed.

But I haven’t pushed the go button. Something is holding me back, and she’s currently selecting the perfect avocado.

I grab a basket from the pile and wonder why she is here.

And I don’t mean the grocery store.

Why did she run from her life? Or was she running from me?

There’s no way she could have put this altogether in a few hours. Or even the past few days. Where did she get the money?

Connor had his team do a search and apparently, she’s not withdrawn any cash. Ricky said she never stopped at a bank after leaving New York, so this was planned.

Still...Adelina left me.

I don’t know where home is.

With me, kitten. Damn you.

I wonder, does she dream of me? Does she wonder how I feel or what it would’ve been like if she’d stayed and married me?

I walk through the produce section, leaving my dark sunglasses on, and toss in a tomato, a head of broccoli, and a bunch of grapes.

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