Page 57 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“Come on, princess. Let’s get cleaned up and downstairs before Kali tries to break down the door.” I snort. I’d like to see her try.

Vinny climbs off the bed with me still plastered to his front, heading toward the ensuite. Looks like I don’t have a choice in the matter, and I doubt begging will get us back in bed to forget about the world for a little while longer.

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Forty-five minutes and a shit ton of ignored begging later, Vinny and I are dressed and heading down the stairs toward the cacophony of voices coming from somewhere below. Vincenzo, as usual, is decked out in one of his gorgeous three-piece suits, this one a dark navy, bordering on black. His hair is perfectly coifed, not a strand out of place.

Me, on the other hand, I’ve opted for comfort over fashion. If this chick is going to judge me on what I’m wearing, then she can go right back where she came from, and we will figure this out without her. Gavin’s peppermint and rain scent surrounds me from the massive hoodie of his covering my body, along with Vinny’s leather and sin when he scent-marked me after the shower.

There was something so hot about him rubbing his naked body all over mine after the shower that had me trying to drag him back to bed yet again, but he nixed the idea. Yet again. He should know better than to rile me up like that only to shoot me down. It’s one of the main reasons I opted for one of my other guys’ clothes instead of his.

Maybe he’ll learn his lesson next time.

My wet hair is tossed up in a messy bun on my head—again, not giving a fuck about appearances. My black bike shorts are skin-tight, and I absolutely refused to put on shoes, much to Vinny’s horror. Why should I if we aren’t going anywhere? Instead, I chose knee-high fluffy socks. I’m sure Vinny and I make one hell of a vision standing next to each other, but I refuse to be uncomfortable for the sake of others.

It’s not like this is a meeting between mafia heads anyway.

We stop at the door of the den, my eyes immediately finding the rest of my guys in there, chatting away with a few people I don’t know. But what I don’t see is this chick, Kali, they mentioned.

A high-pitched squeal cuts off all conversation, and a blur flies across the room, slamming into Vinny and almost knocking him over. He lets out an oomph as a dangerous rumble builds in my chest, and I scramble to rip the redhead off my man. Arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me away from snatching the bitch by her hair and tossing her out the door with an ass-kicking.

“Easy, baby girl. It’s only Kali,” Gavin murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear.

My chest heaves as I watch three large guys come over and help remove Vinny from the death grip Kali’s got on him. She refuses to let go, ramping up my protective instincts, wanting to kill the bitch for touching what’s mine.

Because that’s what he is now. He’s fucking mine, and I will end anyone that thinks they can take him or any of them from me.

“Kali,” a deep, rumbly voice says, catching her attention momentarily, “you’re pissing off Vinny’s omega. And if she’s who I think she is, you really don’t want to do that.”

She gasps. “Haylee?” Her attention turns toward me, still snug in Gavin’s arms, fighting my killer instincts to take her out of the equation. “Oh my gosh, aren’t you the fucking cutest!” she squeals, trying, unsuccessfully, to get away from the alpha holding her. “Let me go, asshole, I need to squeeze the omega!”

“No squeezing the omega, spitfire.” Everyone laughs except for me and the fiery beta in his arms. “That omega would likely kill you before you can blink.”

“But…but… She’s so…”

“Damnit, spitfire,” he cuts her off. “That’s Haylee fucking Storm. You know, Thane Storm, as in the Don of the Storm Family Mafia.”

Damn, the fact that he knows who I am makes me smug as fuck. I smirk as her green eyes widen, looking at me in a new light. All the fight in her previously flees, her body slumping in the alpha’s arms.

“You, asshole,” she hisses, her ire pointed in Vinny’s direction. “Why didn’t you tell me?! I just made a fucking fool out of myself in front of a God-forsaken mafia princess.”

I snort, but it doesn’t stop there. I double over in laughter, knocking Gavin back with my ass.

Vinny shrugs his built shoulders. “You didn’t ask.”

That only makes me laugh harder, everyone else joining in with me.

Once the laughter finally dies down, the one who knew who I was steps forward, his hand outstretched. “I’m Duke, one of the three leaders of Anarchy Flames. That’s Jameson,” he points to the one next to Arden, “that’s Ryker,” he nods toward the one near Hunter, “and this is our mate, Kali Rose.”

“It’s nice to meet you. All of you,” I direct the last part toward Kali, watching as something akin to relief flashes in her eyes. “I have to ask, though, how the hell do you know who I am?”

“Ahh, yes.” He squeezes Kali a little tighter. “My last name is Weller.” That sounds familiar for some reason, but I just can’t place it. “I used to live on the West Coast until my grandfather passed away. Mason Weller, my grandfather—”

“Oh shit.” His grandfather used to be the head of one of the tiers lower than us.

Duke smiles. “I was there that day with my grandfather when your dad announced that you were going to take the helm of the Storm family when you turned twenty-one. He was training me to take over when he retired. But when Grandpappy passed, my mom took me out of there and brought me to the East Coast, wanting me far away from that life as much as possible.”

“Small world,” I mutter in awe.

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