Page 110 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
“Dreams are just dreams,” she says. Then she finishes the whiskey, right as my senses spark and the church door slams.
Ava jumps.
Torin storms in.
They lock eyes.
“Get out,” he says.
She suddenly drops her mug and runs out, and I know I’ve just lost a potential woman who needed to be saved.
I might not hate him, but I’m furious.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I demand. “Do you realize what you just did?”
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“What the fuck?”I spit right back at her, the burning flames of rage eating at me.
I caught Lucie walking back to the church with white paper bags of bakery goods, and the first thing my fucked-up mind did was search for blood, for a gun pointed at us, for Harry’s body.
For fucking Harry.
I raced back to the church when Lucie said she’d stayed back.
I mean, what the fuck do we pay security for? Goddamn cupcake runs?
If I was Callahan, I’d lock Lucie up for a week for that stunt. I’m going to do that to Harry, right after I punish her.
Right after I fucking hold her tight and make sure she’s okay.
She looks fine… unharmed, but looks are deceiving fucking things. I glare at her, and she glares right back.
If anyone hurt her in any way, I will kill them.
Just like I’ll do to her fucking uncle.
We’re still searching for him. But when we find him, and we will…
Not even the fucking package in my back pocket, the thing Luigi said he had for her and for some reason wanted me to give her, will stop me.
Nothing will.
Not the girl I chased out, not the anger in Harry’s eyes.
Especially not that.
Harry’s anger is a fucking turn-on.
“Why are you here working?” I ask in a deceptively gentle voice. It’s full of razor blades honed to slice. “I didn’t give you permission for that.”
“I don’t need your permission.”
“Actually, you do.”
She raises her hand to slap me, and I grin, grabbing her wrist and backing her against the table.
