Page 7 of The Mobster's Angel

I’m being arrested.

I’m going to jail.

What have I done?

CHAPTERTHREE

Jack

I might bea bit of an asshole, but there are some rules I always try my best to live by, and I require my men to live by them, too.

We don’t mess with old people. We don’t mess with children. We don’t mess with animals.

And we don’t fuck with women.

The little blonde thing pressed into my chest won’t come to any harm. She’s just temporarily found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s sad, but that’s business. I’ll make sure she gets home safe when this is all said and done.

The man behind the counter—Derek, according to his name tag—straightens up after realizing his attempt at reaching for a gun was futile.

“Where the fuck is Rossi?”

Derek swallows, then shakes his head. “He’s not here.”

“Now, now, Derek. Don’t play the fool. His car is sitting outside.”

He glances from me to the window and back again. “Y-you don’t understand. I haven’t seen Mr. Rossi in weeks. That girl got out of that car five minutes ago.”

I stare at Derek.

What the hell is he talking about?

If she knows Rossi well enough to be driving around in his car—I would know about her. A secret mistress, maybe? I tilt the girl’s head up just enough to get a glance at her.

Her eyes go wide, but I reckon my eyes probably go wider.

“J-Ja—” She tries to mumble out my name, but I clamp my hand down harder over her mouth.

Derek over there doesn’t need to know my name. Not that it matters much. Rossi will know it was me as soon as he finds out about this. No, I think the truth of the matter is I don’t want to hear my name on those sweet lips of hers. Not here, at least. Not like this.

Shit.

What is she doing here?

And what is she doing with his car?

She can’t witness this. This world isn’t meant for her.

A hostage would have been perfect leverage for making Derek open the safe, but not Olivia. I won’t let my girl be used like that.

I drop the gun from her head and let her out of my hold. “Olivia, go.”

She stares up at me, silvery eyes wide and her bottom lip trembling.

It’s only been a week since I’ve seen her up close, but fuck if she doesn’t take my breath away. She has a cherub-like face, barely any cheekbones but I love that about her. It makes her look even more innocent than she clearly is. Her honey-blonde hair sits just below her shoulders, messed up from the ruckus I just caused.

I imagine she would look something like this when I took her for the first time.

I swallow, forcing myself back in the room. The poor girl looks too stunned to move. “Get out of here, Olivia.”

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