Page 13 of His to Possess

“I’m not talking about celebrities. Although, I do know a few,” he adds.

“You’re making my headache worse,” I lament and rub my fingers against my temples.

“Kitten, you may not realize it, but you grabbed more than just a good-looking guy with six-pack abs who can play a mean game of racquetball.”

“Oh, my God. You did not just say that.” He gives me a mischievous grin, waiting for me to ask. With a sigh, I knowingly take the bait. “Fine. Who exactly did I grab?”

“You kidnapped a mafia prince.”

For a moment, I don’t say anything. He catches me off my game and I just stare at him, unsure whether to laugh or cry. He has to be joking. Right? Suddenly, it feels like my stomach is full of lead and I have the urge to puke all over his tennis shoes. Placing my hands on my hips, I lift my chin and demand, “Whoareyou?”

“Clearly you don’t remember even though you checked out my ID, but I’m Angelo Rossi. As in the Five Families Rossi.”

Oh, no.My heart sinks, dropping right down into my lead-filled belly. As if things couldn’t get any worse, I’m not only going to have bounty hunters and assassins after me, but also the freaking mafia.

I am so screwed.

6

ANGELO

The look on her gorgeous face is practically comical and I can’t help but laugh.

“This isn’t funny!” she screeches and begins pacing again.

Covering my mouth with my free hand to stifle the laughter bubbling up, I watch her throw her hands up into the air and start cursing under her breath. To my utter delight, she swears like a sailor and is a total spitfire. I swear, this woman is my soulmate.

Now, if only I can get her to release me, calm her down and tell me her real name. Because as nice as Butterfly is, I need something more tangible.

“I’m going to need you to chill out,” I tell her and jangle the metal cuff, “and to take this thing off me.”

When her bright aqua eyes meet mine, I see the hesitation there, but she finally relents, walks over and plucks the key from her jacket pocket. She places the key in the lock, twists it and the cuff pops open. I slide my wrist out and rub it as I study her.Meanwhile, she attaches the handcuffs securely around a belt loop.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. I’m pretty sure it’s the only apology I’m getting, so I accept it with a nod. Plus, to be honest, I’m not all that sorry about any of this. If there hadn’t been a mixup then I never would’ve met this amazing woman who’s making my blood heat and my pulse thunder. Among other things. No doubt about it, she’s having quite the effect on me.

She still looks a little pale. Ever since I mentioned the Five Families, she lost some of her color. But, I figure it’s a good thing. It’s not like I’m going to exact revenge and sic the mafia on her. I probably should let her know that but, before I can tell her, she grabs her gun, shoves it back in the holster I’d glimpsed at her back and lets her jacket fall into place.

“We need to go,” she tells me.

“Where are we, anyway?” I ask, making no attempt to move.

“A safehouse.”

Who has a safehouse? Or even uses that word in their vocabulary? Wow, she really is some kind of shadowy, underworld character.I might be in love,I think with a silly grin.

“Quit it,” she snaps.

“Quit what?”

“Quit looking at me with that dopey smile on your face.”

I swipe a hand over my mouth. She has no idea how much she’s turning me on right now with all her badassery ways.

“Sorry,” I say and tilt my head, still grinning. “You make me smile.”

“Oh, my God, I don’t have time for this. I’m leaving, with or without you.” She spins around on her booted heel and I hop up out of the chair.

“Where are you going? Don’t you think we should talk about what’s going on first? Maybe come up with some kind of a plan instead of possibly running into danger?”

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