Page 5 of The Gangster King

I gasp and breathe in his familiar scent as my gaze drifts over the dark sexy whiskers on his face. Lust fills his eyes.

“When are you going to stop resisting this?” he rasps.

“Your father has just died. Jesus Dante.” I press my hands against his hard muscular chest and force back the moan wanting to escape my throat.

I fight the urge to curl my fingers and plead for more.

He lets out a low growl, his eyes lingering on my lips, and then lets me go.

“Do not go outside like that again, half naked,” he orders then releases me.

I ignore the comment.

I ignore it like I do with all of them every single time. Oh, I have to obey. That’s what mafia princesses do.

Obey.

Do their duty.

Put the family first.

Blah, blah, blah.

I’m lucky I’m not married off to some stinky gangster already, but I know it’s coming. Just as Leo was promised to Gianna, I will be matched with someone to marry soon.

I don’t want to marry any of them. I have plans of my own. They just don’t know it yet.

When they figure it out, it’ll be too late.

“I should wake my father,” I say, walking to the side cabinet and lifting the decanter of whisky in offer.

Dante shakes his head.

“No, to both. I don’t want your father or your brother to know I’m here,” he says.

What?

My mouth opens in response. We both know that’s dangerous. He can’t be here without my father’s knowledge.

Even Leo will hit the roof.

He and Dante get along just fine, but with his father dead, things are complicated.

“You know you can’t—”

“One night, Addy,” he says.

“What’s going on?” I ask, resting against the edge of the wood, my brows dipping. “What happened tonight?”

I know he won’t give me all the details. It doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. Sometimes not knowing is better.

Dante runs a hand through his hair.

That’s when I really take him in. His black jeans look rough, his shirt is less polished than normal.

“We were busted at my father’s warehouse. Looks like a fed got inside the organization.” He rubs his jaw, and I know there are a million things he’s not telling me.

The men in my world don’t tell the women anything. We are accessories. Assets to trade to form partnerships. The vessel in which the next heir will enter this world.

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