Page 30 of Runaway in the Mafia
No.
I leaned away and shoved him. “I can’t believe you did this!” I whispered angrily.
“I locked the door. Imagine your plight if I hadn’t,” he growled.
No. I wasn’t going there.
Shit.
“Mamma Mia,what’s going on?”
Unbidden panic spiralled in my chest. My hand curled around his forearm. Ada was outside. She was going to lose faith in me. I bit the inside of my cheek and blinked rapidly to hold the dam forming behind it.
“Fuck’s sake.” He frowned as he pushed off and dragged his hand through his hair, frustration etched into every move. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“What?” I croaked.
He didn’t spare me an answer, but I had it a second later, when his fist punched the wall right next to me. The brick dented, and plaster chipped off. My hands flew to my mouth.
What the hell?
He stalked off to the door, shaking off my desperate clutch on his arms. I shrank against the counter, wishing the wall would eat me up. His voice was full of rage when he yanked the door open, his bloody hand clear to everyone on the other side, his body hiding me from view. “What’s a man got to do to get some work done here? You want to help me shove my fist in an idiot or you want to fuck the hell off?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
VITALE
Ishouldn't have done it. Shouldn’t have pasted my lips on hers, let alone put my tongue inside her.Fuck.No matter how many fucking whiskeys I downed, I couldn’t wipe off the taste of her. It was already bad enough that her scent followed my every waking breath. Now I had her fucking sweet taste haunting my dreams.
She made me mad. Insane. Act like a raging hormonal teenager. One who followed her into dark corners and put his fist through a wall so she’d not spill a tear out of her pretty little eyes.
This wasn’t working. It shouldn’t. She was nobody. Nothing. She was nothing I could marry, but everything I could fuck. That realisation was slowly but steadily sinking in. Mamma saying I couldn’t touch her rubbed me all wrong like a rash I couldn’t scratch. One I shouldn’t have touched, but now that I had, it was an addiction in my blood. It broiled under my skin, hot and shimmering, running along my veins, until a sane thought was as far gone as Greek mythology.
Fuck this woman. I wasn’t giving in. I carried enough secrets and sins in my life. I didn’t need hers to add to the weight bringing me down. She had secrets, alright. Every blink, every gesture spoke of it. If that wasn’t enough, she was going to be cloaked in sin. A man like me, with genes like mine. I would only fill her with my sins. All that was pure in her would sink to the dark depths of the underworld if I buried my dick inside her.
So I’d stayed away. For a whole fucking week. Seven days and sixteen hours if we were really counting. But like an addict on withdrawal, I was weak. Defeated. I was the fucking don. Supposed to lead an empire. But I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing my car key and strolling outside. It had nothing to do with her travelling back and forth with Giuseppe attached to her like a shadow. She’d do anything to avoid me. Me, though… at least no one could say I wasn’t a masochist.
“Are you getting Ahana?”
Fuck.I mounted my wary gaze up the steps to find Lia at the top of them.
“No.”
She giggled. “You’re such a liar. Giuseppe told me you’d called him off.”
Shouldn’t have done that.
“I’m coming with you.”
Fuck, no.
“I’m not going to assault her.”
Might. Eat her up.
She frowned. “Honestly, Vitale. You need some training. That’s not something to say around women.”
Wasn’t planning on talking.
