Page 24 of Mafia Boss

I pressed my lips together and yanked myself away from him, throwing away my flirting plan. He was supposed to say yes, supposed to fucking fall to his knees for me, like he basically had been since I knew him.

“I’m not going to touch you like that until you finish the job,” he said to me.

Balling my hands into fists, I pushed away from him and turned on my heel. Well, I guessed I would have to step up my game because there was no way I’d touch a gun and do his dirty work. But maybe Marco would.

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If it wasn’tfor her blatant disrespect and defiance, the amount of feistiness in Roxie would almost be cute. She stormed to the door, swaying her hips from side to side and sending me that fiery death glare she had given me too many times today.

It had taken everything inside me to vow to keep my hands off her.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. I had wanted to run my hands all over her body since the moment I had seen her with Ben when he first took money from me without paying it back. At that time, I was going to kill him, take her with me, and lock her in the family home, but I decided against it, vowing to myself that I would get Roxie another way.

But years passed, and I grew impatient, waiting for her.

Roxie had always seemed to slip out of my hold, even before Ben. She didn’t remember who I was or how my grandfather used to bring young me over to her grandparents’ place to play with her when our grandfathers did business in the garage.

She had always had boys fawning over her and taking her away from me.

Not this time.

Now, Roxie was mine, and I wouldn’t let her go.

“Watch her,” I instructed Marco after she marched off through the bar.

When I shut the door behind her, I blew out a deep breath and leaned against the wall. My pants were tight, my dick throbbing hard inside of them. I undid my belt, stuffed my hand into my pants, and stroked myself.

Closing my eyes, I imagined finally losing it and taking Roxie for myself. I had watched her grow up, checked on her whenever I could, held myself back for so long because I knew that Roxie deserved more than this life. She deserved someone who didn’t relish in the thought and feeling of torturing a man like Charlie; of watching the life drain from someone’s body, like it had with my father; of screwing up people’s lives, like mine had been fucked with since birth.

After spitting on my hand, I locked the door and pulled my cock out of my pants. Fingers curling into the paint on the wall, I grunted and jerked my hand faster, lost in the thought of her.

One fucking day, I’d say fuck it, throw the anxiety and fear aside, and fuck her in my bed until she begged for my children.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Cristian?” Alessa said.

I stroked faster and imagined Roxie on her knees, taking my cum on that pretty face of hers, those big brown eyes staring up at me, her cheeks flushed a rosy red.

“Cristian?” Alessa said again. “Are you in there?”

“I’m busy,” I said to her through clenched teeth.

She hummed on the other side of the door. “I can help you with that, darling. Open up.”

As I stroked faster, she wiggled the doorknob to try to open it. I blew an angry breath out of my nose and pulled my pants back up before I could finish. As soon as I was out of here, I’d be at Roxie’s door tonight to end this.

“What the fuck do you want?” I asked after ripping the door open, glaring down at my sister’s best friend, who only fucking liked her because of the money, the guys, and the access to the Mafia’s protection.

Alessa closed the door, strolled into the room like she owned it, and hopped up onto my desk, her blonde hair thrown up in a messy bun. “I wanted to come see you. I heard through the grapevine that you have a new friend.” She pinched her lips into a tight smile. “Roxie? Is that her name?”

“She’s none of your fucking business.”

She laughed. “Everything you do is my business.”

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that we were never exclusive?” I asked. “We’ve been over for two fucking years. Drop the little act you’ve been putting on with my sister.” I tore the door open and gestured for her to leave. “Out.”

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