Page 113 of My Mafia King

He set me up, and I paid up.

He’ll pay for that, though.

And now I have this on my hands.

Without stopping, she glances at me over her shoulder.

I've said no questions, yet she seems to have forgotten that. Her eyes twinkle with a thousand questions.

I want her quiet because I want my dick tucked in my boxers. Not up all the fucking time.

Every time she talks, she barges into my brain, opens the door to my soul, and starts looking around.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.

She just is the way she is.

The way she talks and walks and does and says the craziest things.

She says something now, and I see her lips moving, but the words? The words don’t make it to my ears.

I nod to whatever she’s asked me while my eyes go over her face and hair. What am I doing with this woman?

She’s trying to run away from a bad life, and I’m pulling her into something worse.

The question is, does she have a choice?

Do I?

She moves her focus away from me while we head to the back room, where my inner circle gambles.

She looks taller, and her shape is even more enticing, while her hair is driving me wild.

I think I’m talking myself into looking at her differently.

She no longer stares at me like a little wild kitten I picked up off the streets.

My hand goes to the small of her back as I guide her to the room.

Coming from the side, Vito, Gianni, and Louie join us.

She doesn’t notice them, yet they spot her right away.

Surprise slides over their faces before they realize it’s her, and Vito moves his eyes to me, his gaze reading mine.

Saying…

I knew you were looking for trouble.

I was looking for trouble. And I’ve surely found it.

Although it had found me first.

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CARMINA

Whatever he wanted to accomplish,he definitely succeeded in accomplishing.

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