Page 17 of Sinful Bodyguard (Dark Mafia Sins 4)

“I’m driving.” she demands, turning in a half circle in the direction of my car.

“Not a chance.”

She’s about to open her mouth and give me hell, and I can’t stop myself. I bend down, placing my mouth over her lips. Hers are so fucking soft against mine, just a quick peck to shut her up and to satisfy my curiosity. Instead of making me content, it has me craving her more.

She pushes me off her, her face red with anger. “Never kiss me again without my permission,” she seethes, wiping her lips with her arm.

“Baby girl.” Her eyes go wide, and I swear they darken with annoyance. I’ll cross that name off my list. “Luna,” I correct, “I promise I won’t kiss you again, until you beg me to.”

“Can you go away?” she asks, pulling at the handle of my car.

“Nope. You’re stuck with me.”

“This is going to feel like a lifetime.”

“Some might even say forever,” I taunt, knowing she will be my wife in due time.

“We need to make some rules. I think it will keep us—and more importantly, me—from killing each other.”

I’m a pretty easy-going dude. The way she glares at me after her car just exploded and could have killed the both of us enrages me. She seems oblivious that someone must want her dead.

Unless she already knew it?

Dropping her precious guns, I pull her wrist to turn her toward me. My torso boxes her against my car as I tower over her. Finally, I get a bit of a reaction from her. Her heart pounds against my chest, and I can see the creeping of fear taking root. I’m not a nice man. People fear me for good reason.

“I think you need to get something straight here. You are not leaving my sight, even to fucking pee. I will be there. I’m your new bodyguard, which makes me your shadow. I do not fail. You will listen to me. If you don’t, I have no problem punishing you anyway I please.” I pause, allowing my eyes to glide over her twelve-out-of-ten body. She gulps, stepping backward, but the car keeps her in place and at my mercy. “We both know I have a temper. Don’t make me lash out at you because you want to get yourself killed.”

My body pulses with a new beat as my veins furiously pump my blood. She goes to move but must see the determination on my face. My whole jaw clenches as I glare back at her. If she were anyone else, they would have disappeared. I don’t need trouble like her in my life. But here I am. She just needs to realize I’m good for her. I look forward to slowly breaking her in.

“Fine. You made your point,” she concedes, but I’m not convinced she means it.

I take a slow and deliberate step back. The tension around us builds, the air crackling with energy. It’s like a start to a volcano eruption, and we both sit back and wait for the explosion to take place.

She turns her back to me, and only then do I bend down to pick up her guns.

Lunaissilenttheentire drive. It doesn’t bother me. I’m used to being by myself. She still has a stick shoved up her ass as she steps out, slamming my car door.

“Ms. Rossi,” her normal watcher greets. Her head whips to me at the man knowing her name, and I try to wipe off my grin. Yes, I kept tabs on her all these years. Her watcher is on my payroll.

“You are unbelievable,” she mutters under her breath while making sure we both hear it.

I close the door behind us with the distinct click of the deadbolt behind me. The house is small, one floor. There is a bathroom and one open living space. A Murphy bed folds down from the wall if something more than a couch is needed. It’s normally used as a safe-house. For now, it’s my best option as I don’t know who just tried to kill us.

“What’s your plan here?” Her hand goes to her hip.

“Movie night?”

“I don’t watch movies nor TV. I need to be out zeroing in on my mark.”

I go to the cupboard, take out a microwavable bag of popcorn, and begin cooking it. I’m pretty sure Luna doesn’t have one domestic bone in her body. She’s always been one of the guys. But I remember she would watch movies with me before. She even admitted she didn’t mind them too much, as long as they had some action in it.

I pass the bowl into her hands and rip open a bag of M&M’s, pouring it on top.

“That’s just gross,” she huffs but takes a seat beside me.

Her legs drape over my thighs like the old days, and I don’t think she even realizes it. “Honestly, did you take on Ron Wheeler because they asked me first?” I ask.

“You need to get over yourself.” Her knee purposely bumps my bowl of goodies.

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