Page 146 of Sweet Dominion

Why the fuck would she take Einstein with her? Does she still not understand that I don’t want other men around her?

I did my best to not show the annoyance on my face, but I was sure they saw it.

Meanwhile, Marcelo still had not relaxed those big fists of his.

Rowe Street Mob’s loyalty and protectiveness towards Moni was evident. They were willing to go to great lengths to shieldher, even if it meant stepping into dangerous territory and calling bullshit Syndicate meetings.

And I had to admit that their protectiveness for her was a bit touching. It was obvious that they deeply cared.

A pang of jealousy twisted in my chest, though it was tempered by a sense of pride.

Moni was loved by many and that was something to be proud of. The depth of their feelings for her mirrored my own. Even more, Moni was central to our lives and the fact that so many people felt so strongly about her only underscored how special she was.

However. . .they needed to back the fuck off because now I was taking care of her and I would be theonlyone protecting her.

It was Duck’s turn to be checked.

Without hesitation, Duck came over to Dima’s men and simply handed his sword to them. “This is theonlyweapon I have, but feel free to put those soft, big hands all over my body and goveryslow, not missing one inch of my sculpted abs.”

I held in my laughter.

One of the men flinched.

“Come on.” Duck raised his arms and got closer. “Don’t be shy and fair warning, the very big and hard pipe object in the frontal groin area is not a weapon for death, it is only a weapon forlove.”

The short man edged away.

The tall man glanced at Dima. “I think he is clear, sir.”

Dima frowned. “Check him anyway.”

I chuckled.

The tall man began patting him down.

Duck groaned in pleasure.

The tall man paused and frowned.

Dima scowled at me. “Could you get your cousin in order?”

“If he enjoys the security check, who am I to police his feelings?”

Frowning, Dima went back to stroking the cat. I thought the little animal was completely asleep, but it rolled over onto its back and purred, coaxing Dima to rub her belly.

Wow. This is a new Dima indeed. Did the reporter do this?

I checked behind me to watch Duck’s security check.

The tall man’s face shifted to outright disbelief as he pulled out a handful of Chinese stars from Duck’s inside jacket pocket.

They were small, silver, and with sharp jagged edges that glinted in the sunlight. Perfect for throwing into an enemy’s neck and killing him instantly.

Duck showed a mocking shocked expression. “Oh my. How did those get in there?”

The tall man handed the stars to the short one.

“Those are not weapons.” Duck shook his head. “I am a fan of ancient relics.”

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