Page 111 of My Mafia King

Or I’m horny.

My boobs seem slightly bigger, and my butt seems rounder.

Hard and round, it looks so juicy.

The heels give me those extra inches that make everything look more‘grown-up.’

The color is vibrant but not quite bubblegum pink. I don’t look like a giant popsicle, I think. And my long dark hair balances out the big blob of vivacious pink.

I walk out quite happy with how I look.

He shoots me a side-eyed glance and reaches inside his pocket.

A necklace dangles from his hand.

“Turn around and lift your hair.”

I do as I’m told, and he fastens the necklace around my neck.

It’s cold against my skin as I touch it with my fingers.

I don’t know what to think, but for a second there, it crosses my mind it’s only a prop.

Something cute you pick up at the mall.

“Make sure you don’t lose it. It’s about two million dollars.”

My mouth drops, and I freeze as if he just put a spell on me.

I touch the big, beautiful, multifaceted pendant.

“Is this a diamond?”

“It sure is.”

“Why?”

“Why is it a diamond?”

“No. Why?”

“I said no questions.”

“This isn’t about me, right?“ I drone on, unable to stop. “I mean, not only about me.”

“No, it’s not.”

I lift my gaze, and our eyes lock.

“You don’t like that man,” I say, referring to the Russian.

“I’m not in the business of liking people,” he says, tilting his chin toward the door.

He likes me. Something tells me that he does.

He stayed with me that night when I couldn’t sleep. And then he risked a lot to save my butt. And no matter how he tries to spin it, this is something true to a degree.

Would that save me if he needed to make me disappear?

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