Page 3 of Owned By the Mob Boss
Isabella’s features are too wholesome for this office—for the entire penthouse. She’s like a fairy out of a fantasy book, wide-eyed and innocent. I know my men are looking at her too, which already has me raging.
Get your goddamn eyes off her!
None of them deserve her. Shit, I don’t even deserve her.
But that won’t stop me. I’m going to have her. No matter what.
“How old are you?” I ask softly.
Her voice is like windchimes on the breeze. “Eight—eighteen, sir.”
Sir? The word sends blood rushing to my center.
Her dad must have told her to say that—to address me with respect. But knowing that doesn’t change the effect it has on me.
“You don’t have to call me sir, sweetheart,” I assure her. She nods, her hair falling across her beautiful face. Compared to this bombshell, the works of art on my wall are complete trash.
I can’t believe what’s happening. No woman should be able to have this effect on me. But I can’t take my eyes off her. She may be sexy, but it’s her innocence that sits on top like a cherry, making my mouth water—
Fuck. I bet she still has her cherry…sweet and ready for me to claim.
Like a shock, my mind floods with thoughts of boys her age hitting on her, trying to get her to come over, get in the backseat of their car, send them naked photos of her, and rage swells within me.
I open my mouth to whisper to her, but then I hear Anton clear his throat, and I’m slapped back to reality.
“Done deal, Seth,” I snarl, my eyes fixed on his daughter. “Your daughter as collateral. But don’t think your debt’s forgiven. Understand?”
“Yes, sir!” Seth blurts out, sounding way more excited than he should.
This man just sold his daughter to me, and he’s happy about it. What a pathetic piece of human garbage.
“Now get the fuck out of here.”
“Come on,” Anton snaps, shoving Seth out the door.
“Shut that behind you!” I shout. The latches snap closed, and a sense of relief hits me.
No more eyes on my goddess.
I’m a man with answers. I solve problems. And if it looks like there’s not a solution, I make one. That’s why I am where I am today. But for once, standing here in front of Isabella, I don’t know what the hell to do.
“Your father brought you to me,” I say. “You know why?”
She’s still trembling as she nods. “You gave him a loan. He can’t pay it back.”
The corners of my mouth tilt up. She’s afraid, but she’s smart, and she’s showing some spunk.
I step closer.
Her scent is heavenly, and her body is tiny compared to my massive six-foot-six frame. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this girl. The only place I want her to be from now on is right here next to me. By my side.
My body is burning for her. Adrenaline pumps through me. I’m burning and ready. I need to take her—right here, right now.
My lips part, and I lean in to kiss what’s mine.
Here she is. My angel.
But as I move in, Isabella moves back. It’s barely even noticeable, but my eyes are sharp, and I see it.
