Page 7 of Corrupted Heir (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 1)

He shrugged. “Something like that.”

I rolled my eyes. This man was unbelievable! “Look, if you can’t give me a straight answer, I’m going to have to call Animal Services.”

More lightning flashed in his eyes as he strode toward me. Every step he took forward, I took a step back until I was pressed up against the wall and could go no further.

“I don’t like to be threatened, Miss Moore,” he said as his hands slapped against the wall on either side of my head, and he pressed himself up against me.

I swallowed back a scream while my heart pounded hard against my chest.

His gray eyes met mine, and like a viper’s, they held me, mesmerized and terrified at the same time. I couldn’t move. I barely blinked. It disgusted me that even as I shook with terror, my body couldn’t help but take note of the hard, unyielding form of his body pressed against mine and the way the muscles of his throat worked as he swallowed.

“You’ll tell no one about my late-night visit here. Do you understand me?” he said, enunciating each word clearly. My stupid traitorous eyes stared at his full lips as they moved.

When I didn’t answer, he removed one of his hands from the wall and tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

“Do you understand, Miss Moore?” he asked again.

I opened my mouth to reply, but my lips trembled too much to speak, so I nodded my head instead.

He took a step back, and my lungs gasped for air like he’d been using up all the oxygen. But now that I could breathe again, anger surged through my veins. I planted my palms on his chest and shoved him as hard as I could.

He didn’t move, not even an inch. There was a gleam in his pupils accompanied by a slight wrinkle in the fine lines around his eyes, as if he was amused with me. I huffed, the anger in the pit of my stomach churning wildly.

“You don’t come into my clinic and threaten me,” I roared. “I don’t know who you think you are, but—”

His eyes narrowed and the muscles of his jaw twitched, and I slammed my mouth closed.

“You don’t know who I am, do you, Miss Moore?” He cocked an eyebrow at me. Oh God. Eye roll. He was one of those guys.

“Let me guess, you’re some guy with enough money to think you own the whole freaking world?” I crossed my arms as I eyed him, my attempt to level with him.

“Something like that.” His lips tugged upward, ever so slightly to the left.

Nothing seemed to humble this arrogant prick, and I was too tired to keep fighting. “Look, Bullet needs to stay here for the night. If something goes wrong, you might not be able to get him back to me in time to help him. So, go to a hospital or go home. I’ll stay here to keep an eye on him, and you can come check on him tomorrow.”

He was silent for a moment, staring at me. It was unnerving, the way he seemed to be peeling back my skin with his eyes to look beneath it. Eventually, he found whatever he’d been looking for and nodded.

“I’m only willing to leave him here because I believe you, Miss Moore. Don’t make me regret that. I promise you won’t like the consequences.”

He turned on his heel and left the clinic without another word. I locked the front door right away, checking twice, thrice if the dead bolt was in place. I remained where I was as I listened to the click of a car door open.

The cushioned slamming of the door close.

The start of the ignition.

The rhythmic ticktock of the blinker.

The revving of the engine.

I waited until the only thing I could hear was my own heart pumping blood to the tips of my fingers.

If I never saw that man again in my life, it would be too soon.

Chapter Three

Dominic

My phone buzzed like a swarm of killer bees. Over and over again.

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