Page 71 of Demanding Mob Boss

But my girl is like me. She wants every second with me that she can get. Just like I want to be with her, even when it means we'll have to sneak to my car like a couple of teenagers cutting school. I'm rethinking the idea of keeping my distance from her, because after less than twenty-four hours that is already working so well. Not.

Anna sits up and the blankets fall away. Her nipples peak in the air, but her eyes are clear. Alert. I need to keep her this way. So, no touching.

"I need a shower," she informs me as she climbs over me to get off the couch. She grabs her sleep camisole and puts it on.

I stand and pick my turtleneck up from where I tossed it on the floor last night. "Make it quick."

"You dressed for stealth last night," she says, eyeing me up in my black clothes.

"I didn't want anyone to see me coming here."

"You really are worried about me."

"Did you think I was lying?"

She shrugs. "No. Not really, just…it's easy to get lost to the voices in my head. They aren't always nice."

"I will never get sick of you," I tell her. Should I kill her aunt and uncle? Would that hurt or help? Maybe it wouldn’t change anything at all, but the way they raised my Anna to think of herself as a burden pisses me off.

"What the heck is he doing here?" Ini demands as she comes into the living area.

"He's taking me to work," Anna says.

Ini gives me the stink eye. "After spending the night on our sofa?" She looks between me and Anna in her nightgown. "With you? When did he even get here. You were alone when I went to sleep."

"I came over to check on Anna after I finished work last night."

"How late do you work, mobster King?"

"Most people just call me Boss." But I kind of like mobster King. It has a nice ring to it.

"I'm not calling you Boss. I don't work for you."

The roommate's attitude is eating up Anna's time to get ready. I don't want to leave without her, but soon I won't have any choice. I look at my girl and tap on my watch.

She takes the hint and scurries off to the bedroom.

I go into the kitchen and ask, "What does Anna eat for breakfast?"

"She does better if she has eggs and toast, but…" She shrugs. "We don't always have it."

I open the fridge and pull out the eggs. "Scrambled, fried, boiled, or poached?"

"She only eats scrambled, but not too dry or too runny. Are you going to cook for her?"

"Yes. Do you want eggs?" If I'm cooking for one, I can cook for three just as easily. Ma taught me that.

I might have been her only son, but she taught me to do for myself. Said a man wasn't an adult if he couldn’t wash his own clothes or make basic meals. And she wasn't raising any man-child.

Don’t know what that says about my da because if he ever stepped a foot in the kitchen in his entire life, I never saw it.

"Sure, if you're offering. I'll start the toast."

It's an olive branch and I take it. Anna will be happier if I get along with her friends. "Thanks."

"She really spent the night with you?" Ini puts two pieces of bread into a small toaster and presses down the lever.

I assume byspent the night withshe means had sex. I'm not about to answer that question. "Shouldn't you ask her that?"

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