Page 41 of The Mafia Princess

“I thought you and the girls had something planned, Love.”

Her eyes scanned him and got wider the more she saw.

“Were you in a fight?” she asked.

Fuck.“Kind of.”

“How can you kind of be in a fight, and where are you hurt?”

He put out a hand when she came toward him. “No, Love, I don’t want to get blood on you. I’m not hurt at all, but the other man is.”

She looked confused. “All that blood is his?”

“Yes. See, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” she asked in a low tone.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes.”

“You killed someone?” she asked with wide, frightened eyes.

He immediately went to her and clutched her shoulders, tightening his grip when she tried to take a step away from him.

“First off, you’re not allowed to be afraid of me.”

She tried to smile, but it was a sad one that tore at his heart.

“I just never thought you were that type of man,” she said.

“What type?”

“The type to hurt and kill people,” she said.

“I’m part of the Mafia, Love. We have to be hard bastards sometimes, but we’ve never hurt an innocent.”

“Do you like hurting dogs or cats?”

He rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, I’m not a psychopath or serial killer. I’m just a man who does what he needs to get the job done and protect this family.”

“And this man deserved to die?”

“Yes. He was the man who attacked you in the hotel and was trying to get to you in the house today to kill you.”

She jerked in his arms. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now, do you think it was okay?”

“I … I don’t know,” she said.

He dropped his arms, walked around her, and stripped out of his clothing as he went. He dropped the bloody clothes in a plastic sack and set it in the hamper, so they didn’t touch the other clothing. The staff would take care of all of it.

Remington felt her follow him but ignored her to start the shower and step in. It took him a minute to wash. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out to see her leaning against the doorjamb with her arms crossed.

He ignored her again and walked into the closet, where he put on another suit. When he returned to the bathroom, he saw she hadn’t moved.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I have a meeting.”

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