Page 16 of Vanished in Vegas

Our eyes met and she blushed again.

“No. I’m fine. Really,” she whispered.

“Good.”

“There you go,” Monty said, freeing her legs from the chair.

“Thanks,” she said sarcastically as she glared up at him.

“Just doing my job.” He held his hands up in surrender and stood tall. “No hard feelings?”

“You fucking kidnapped me! So, yes, hard feelings,” she frowned. Wasn’t my best decision, but I laughed. Now her eyes were narrowed in on me.

“Sorry, Beautiful. You can blame me for both,” I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it softly; hoping to buy me some forgiveness from her.

“Why are you here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes on me. Forgiveness seemed like something I was going to have to work for.

I stood up and offered my hand to her. She stared at it for some time before shaking her head.

“First…explain,” she sassed.

“Very well.” I looked around for another chair. “Someone grab me a chair.”

“I’m on it, Boss,” Howard replied, running across the room and up the stairs.

“Want something to eat or drink?” I offered.

“Nope,” she shook her head. “Just want to know why you are here.”

“Well…”

I’m a mob boss and your uncle is a piece of shit!That would be the correct answer; however, I had a feeling that wouldn’t be what she wanted to hear. She was probably traumatized by the guys snatching her up… even though it didn’t sound too eventful until they got her into the car.

“Well, what?” Sofia prompted.

“Got one, Boss!” Monty called out as he came barrel-assing down the steps and over to us. He set the chair down then took a few steps back.

“You guys can go upstairs,” I gestured towards the steps.

“You sure you want us to leave, Boss?” Niccolai asked.

“Yeah. I think I’m safe,” I chuckled, earning me another death stare from Sofia.

“Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you up,” she pointed a finger at me. The guys chuckled around me while I grinned. There was something extremely sexy about her threatening me.

“Promise?” I smirked. Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned bright red. “Yeah, I’ll be good. You guys go upstairs. I’ll yell if she gets too rough.”

The guys chuckled again at her expense. Her face was now the color of a tomato. She looked absolutely mortified.

“Sorry, Love. I’ll behave,” I offered her an apologetic smile. “Leave us.”

The guys acknowledged my order then headed upstairs, leaving me alone with the beautiful Sofia.

“Where were we?” I asked, sitting down in the chair. Sofia’s eyes lowered down to where our knees touched. She slowly brought her gaze back up to me.

“Were you responsible for the wedding fiasco?” she asked softly.

“No.”

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