Page 3 of The Gangster King

My shitty sense of humor aside, what Adelina doesn’t know is I’ve been biding my time to make her mine.

And I will.

She’ll know soon enough.

“Meet me downstairs.” She ignores my smirk.

“I am downstairs.” I glance around as Adelina slams the window closed.

Jesus Christ.

I swear she’s trying to wake the fucking dead.

Fuck the dead—it’s her father and brother I don’t want to wake.

“Dante!” I hear her call out from around the back, and an armed soldier steps out from the tree line a few yards from me.

“I’m with her.” I grin, climbing out of the gardens. “Woah tiger.” I lift my hands casually. “Don’t do something your boss is going to shoot you for tomorrow morning.”

He pales.

“He’s with me,” Adelina says, and we both turn our heads to take in the half naked mafia princess standing with her hands on her hips.

Hell no.

I glance back at the guard who looks like all his Christmases have come at once. Which is understandable considering she’s wearing nothing but her nightgown and a silk dressing gown which hangs open.

But like I said,hell fucking no.

“Avert your eyes before I shoot them out of your head.” I growl, and he follows my order with a “yes sir” and returns to his station.

He knows who I am.

Most people in the crime world do.

Or should.

The heir to any crime family is the second most important person, and given there are only a handful of families in the New York area, I’m pretty well known.

I glance at Adelina and go to her, then tug her gown closed. “You trying to get your father’s men killed?”

“I have no opinion on the matter.” She shrugs and slaps at my hands, and her gown falls open again. “You, on the other hand, I would throw a party if my father lined you up and played target practice on your forehead. Now stop touching me.”

She spins and walks back inside the house.

I follow, smiling.

It’s when she’s not hating me with a passion I need to worry.

CHAPTER TWO

ADELINA

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“Bedroom,” Dante says behind me, and I shoot him a glare before leading him to the library. These damn gangsters think they can boss me around day and night.

And they do.

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