Page 50 of My Sweetest Temptation

This fucking woman.

I slammed the door and barked at Miguel, one of my guards. “Make sure she gets her ass home and stays there.”

Miguel nodded and entered the room.

Her sass just turned me on even more. I wanted to stick my dick down her throat just to shut her the hell up, but I had to make an example of her. Otherwise, my men and clients would see that she was my weakness, and in this world, there was no room for weakness. And that would put her in as much danger as me.

Maybe it was a mistake to let her get to me, but my heart that had been cold and dead had been brought back to life the moment she walked into my club. This feeling was burning me from the inside out. They were similar feelings I had for a woman from my past who later betrayed me in the worst way possible. My past taught me I couldn’t afford to have feelings like this for anyone, especially an angel like Winter.

There was an innocence about her but also a darkness that was begging to be released. I saw it with the way she challenged me, but I intended to be the master.

Enzo looked behind me then back at me with concern when I walked back to the VIP room. Enzo had come to care about my little angel, and I didn’t know if it settled my rage knowing she was protected by one of my most loyal men or made me want to rip his head off.

“She’s fine,” I gritted when he opened the door to let me in. I swore I saw a smirk on the asshole’s face.

I stood and held onto the railing, trying to control my breathing.

“Well, brother,” Lo said as he made his way to me through the nearly empty room, followed by Luca and Matteo. “Did you kill her?”

I didn’t answer but gripped the railing tighter until my knuckles turned white.

“Fuck, man,” Matteo groaned. “Please don’t fucking tell me you killed her.”

He knew too well what I was capable of, that I didn’t discriminate. No matter who you were, if you crossed me, the ending to your story wouldn’t be a happily ever after.

“No, I didn’t,” I snarled.

But fuck did I want to.

I wanted to feel her life slip away beneath my hands, to see the light fade from those eyes that had mocked me. I wanted to crush her delicate throat and watch her struggle for breath, feel her soft, tan skin yield beneath my fingers while I fucked her until she passed out.

I dragged my hands down my face and closed my eyes as I inhaled her floral scent that she left behind.

Jesus.

What the actual fuck was wrong with me?

“He wouldn’t dare piss Mya off,” Luca said with a chuckle as he leaned against the railing, facing me with a smirk.

“Where is she?” Matteo asked, standing on my other side.

“I sent her home.”

“Good, because she put on a show that caught the attention of the clients, including the mayor,” Matteo added.

Fuck.

Mayor Walsh had a thing for younger, innocent beautiful women with attitude, and my little angel had enough of it to spark a fire in him.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t touch her,” I replied with determination.

At my words, the mayor stood from his seat and scanned the room before his eyes finally landed on me. A smug smirk crept across his face, and he strode toward me.

“Well, well, well,” the mayor drawled when he was right in front of me.

“Mayor Walsh,” I greeted him with no emotion.

The man was a spineless, useless piece of shit who hid behind his position and thought he could get away with anything he wanted, including taking Winter.

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