Page 36 of Corrupted Heir (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 1)

My phone vibrated against my thigh from inside the pocket of my pants.Fuck, not now, I cursed silently, knowing whatever it was, it was no social call. I slowed my pace on her clit, but there was no fucking way I was stopping as I pulled out the phone and put it to my ear without looking at the ID. I kept my eyes on Fallon, watching her writhe, listening to the frustrated moan that slipped from her lips.

“Get out of there—now,” my father barked from the other end of the line.

I froze. We weren’t at my apartment; we were at Fallon’s.

“Dominic?” she whispered as I withdrew my fingers, cursing whoever was after us for interfering when we’d been so close.

“We need to leave,” I said, still silently cursing while I picked up her bra and handed it to her. The black lace panties were a lost cause.

“Why? What’s going on?”

I opened my mouth to lay it out for her but hesitated. I couldn’t do it. Even after fighting with her over her naïve view of the world, I couldn’t bring myself to burst her bubble, not yet. For some fucked up reason, I wanted to let her hold onto it for every moment I could.

“Fallon, I don’t have time to explain. Please, don’t argue with me, not now. Just trust me.”

“Trust you?” She looked skeptical.

“Right, you probably shouldn’t.” I tried for humor, but it fell flat. “We need to get out of your apartment right now.”

She was silent as she covered up and then fastened her dress behind her neck, but I could see all the emotions in her eyes. The lingering arousal, the fear, uncertainty. But somehow, she managed to pull herself together, and she nodded.

I waited until the last possible moment, until she’d slid off the counter and there was nothing left to do, before pulling the gun I kept in the holster at my ankle.

She gasped but didn’t say a word.

I held out my hand, not really a comforting gesture, but to keep her close and keep her behind me. She stared at it warily. There wasn’t time for this. But when she looked up at me, searching my gaze, I let her. There was probably a whole lot there she wouldn’t want to see, but I was certain what was shining brightest was the need to get her out of here. To keep her safe—even if that meant I really needed to get my head examined.

But seconds passed, and we were out of time. Whether what she’d found had satisfied or not, it was time to go.

I led her across the living room, unlocked the door, and peered out first. No sign of trouble in the hallway. I tugged her with me, keeping her behind me as I started down the hallway, listening for any sign of danger. Down the stairs and out the front door.

No sign of trouble, but the prickling sensation at the back of my neck spoke volumes. Something was coming.

I got her down the walk and into the car without spotting anything out of the ordinary, but it didn’t matter. My intuition was never wrong.

Behind the wheel a moment later, I squealed out of the lot, watching in the rearview mirror for any sign of a tail. I stared into every car we drove past, looking for a familiar sinister face or the telltale glint off the steel barrel of a gun. But even though I found nothing, I pushed down harder on the gas, feeling the approach of danger like a tidal wave behind us.

“It’ll be all right, Fallon. It’s just a precaution,” I said at some point after realizing she’d been talking. Anger and panic were flashing in her eyes in equal measures, and her chest heaved with the overflow of emotion. But I had no room in my head to pay attention, not when every inch of me was on high alert, watching, waiting. Ready for whatever tried to come at us.

We made it to my condo without incident. Now, all I had to do was get in touch with my father or brothers to find out what the hell was going on and where to go from here, but for now, the condo was safe enough. I’d had all the windows fitted with bulletproof glass, and I had a whole arsenal of weapons hidden in my bedroom closet.

Fallon was silent as we left the car for the safety of my condo, but I could practically feel the thoughts flowing rapidly through her head like lava. As much as I’d wanted to postpone bursting her bubble, I was beginning to suspect it had been a bad call. This woman was about to erupt, but there was no time for her to go up like a pyroclastic cloud. We’d made it across the city just fine, but it wasn’t over yet. I could feel it.

Inside my condo, I pulled out my phone and texted Leo. “I’m home. What’s going on?”

“Our father will be there any minute,” Leo texted back.

Fuck.“I’ve got Fallon here,” I wrote, noticing the way she stood ramrod straight with her arms crossed over her chest in front of me.

Seconds passed, and then Leo texted back with a goddamn emoji laughing so hard it had tears coming out of its eyes.Stronzo!

“Dominic, what’s going on?” Fallon said a little hysterically, willing to be silent and patient no longer. “I came with you. I did what you said. You’ve got to tell me what’s going on.”

I opened my mouth to respond without a fucking clue what I was going to say.

And then my front door opened, and my father strode in with two of our men on his heels and two men taking point outside the door.

My father looked furious. Fallon looked like she was ready to erupt.

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