Page 63 of Mafia King: Matteo
“You are mine. Besides, we’re engaged, it’s expected. The safest place for you is under my roof. I have an army to protect you.” I slide my fingers under her chin and tip her head backward, causing our eyes to meet. Under the streetlights, I find her blue eyes are lighter now. I know she’s wet for me. I’ve decided that light eyes mean she’s horny or happy. When her eyes are dark, it means I’d better look out. Her eyes are a mood ring. “My home is where you belong, Angel.”
“Are you expecting trouble?” Her eyes darken, and I sense concern in her voice.
“A man in my position has to be concerned with safety around the clock. That’s a given in our line of work. Now that I am the new don, I’m a target. Some people would love to see me fail.”
“Who wants you to fail?”
“I’m not sure. I’m trying to figure it out. It would be reckless of me to send you out into a city of wolves without warning you of the danger. It would be unconscionable.”
“That’s why Vito gave me the fob,” she murmurs.
“Yes. My siblings aren’t after me. However, I have peculiar uncles.”
“Who doesn’t?” she quips at my remark, and I laugh. I can’t suppress it. I glance through the window. Damn, Gio heard me.
He knows my laugh is as rare as a snow moon.
I’m not sure he’ll let me live this down.
“If my siblings stepped aside, the uncles would have the most to gain. I’m not convinced of anything at this point. Gio and I are working on it.”
“What do they want? Money?”
It’s a fair question. What do they want?
“Who knows? History has shown that it is usually driven by greed, jealousy, or power. I doubt anyone would be jealous of me taking on the mess my father left. However, I have deals that will work out in the long run. I’m not concerned over finances as much as I am about eliminating the traitor who knows too much about us.”
“What do you mean?” She twists her adorable body on the seat to face me.
“How easy is it to penetrate a don and get close enough to kill him?” I ask.
“I have no clue. How did he die?” Her eyes are wide with fear.
“Poison. But you can’t tell a soul,” I warn. “Not even Izzy. The enemy doesn’t know that I know this. I had my suspicions and had lab work done on my father before he died and after. I’m lucky I was there and could obtain this information discreetly.”
“I never saw the cause of death listed in his obituary,” she adds.
I’m touched she cared to investigate. I caress her face briefly and pull my hand away. There’s no use in getting blue balls when I can stop before it becomes painful.
“You looked into me?” I tease her. She’s a quick study. “I said it was cancer. No one needs to know otherwise. I told my siblings so they would be vigilant, but I’m the head of the snake. Someone would want to neutralize me if they knew I had this information. And, if I find a loose end that leads me to the person responsible, they’d have to eliminate the loose end and me. My father was involved in something, and they wanted him dead. I lower my voice. “I have to get to the bottom of it.”
I have more to lose now than I did two weeks ago.
The vehicle rolls along traffic as we head toward her condo.
“I didn’t want to speak of this in public. Now you understand why.” I sink back into the seat and peer out the window. The temperature is dropping outside. The windows are foggy.
“They would use me to get to you,” she murmurs. Her assumption completes the circle. She’s connected all the dots.
I remain silent. What can I say?
“Fuck,” she exclaims. She flashes her dark eyes at me. “It appears I went from the mouth of the lion and into the den of another. How could you do this knowing the risk?” Her breathing is jagged, she’s worked up, and she has every right to be angry. “Why in the hell did you do this to me? Did you know who I was at the sex club? How long have you been planning on using the bratva for added protection? You’re afraid this will end in a war. I’m your human shield!” She balls her hands into fists and pounds my chest. “How could you?” she sobs as she continues to beat me.
I remain calm and gently grab her delicate wrists. I held them against the elevator wall as I finger-fucked her into oblivion.
I know she can handle the risk we’re facing. It seems to me she’s more upset being traded between two men without her consent. She’s a victim in the dangerous game between powerful men, in a treacherous game she’s never been aware of until I came along.
“I love your dirty mouth. I love to see you riled up. I can’t wait to have your lips wrapped around my huge cock again,” I reply calmly.
