Page 113 of My Mafia Queen

My back hits a man’s hard chest while my gun meets the table propped against the wall.

I kick my legs just as I’m lifted off the floor, and a strong hand slides over my mouth to muffle my scream.

I struggle as I’m dragged to the bed.

“Let me go,” I bark against the man’s hand, my intuition telling me it’s him.

He tightens his arms around me, and I stop screaming while he brings his lips next to my ear and laughs quietly.

“What the hell were you doing with that gun, Car?”

He de-tenses his arms, and I fall away from him, panting.

I swirl to him at once and teasingly slap his chest.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I say, happy to see him, yet flushed with adrenaline and still trembling inside.

His eyes glint with a smile.

“You did everything wrong,” he says, gripping his hips, his tailored shirt stretching across his hard chest. “What did I teach you?”

“To never get inside a room without making sure no one is waiting for me inside.”

“Uh-huh. And?”

“It’s your room.”

He crosses his arms over his chest.

“So?”

“I didn’t expect you to be here. I thought I was alone.”

“Hmm. What else did I teach you?”

Sighing, I fall to the edge of the bed and put my face in my hands.

“To never assume anything,” I mumble against my hands.

He erases the space between us and stops in front of me before slowly removing my hands from my face.

I tilt my face up and look at him while he stares down at me.

A slow smile curls my lips as I slide my hands up his thighs.

“What?” he asks quietly, a sultry grin creasing his lips.

“You look so sexy,” I say, gripping his belt and moving my free hand up his stomach.

His abs are like slabs of concrete beneath his starched dress shirt.

I reach the top of his neckline and undo a button and another one while he grips his hips again.

“You missed me…” he tosses at me in a flirting tone.

“I missed you a lot.”

“I was gone for only a few hours.”

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