Page 78 of My Mafia Queen

Busy with his cufflinks, he doesn’t look at me.

I know he knows how attractive he is.

Maybe I’m still drunk on him.

Having too much sex makes me feel like that about him, but it’s about more than sex. I’m comfortable with him and feel free, and it's a nice break.

“Things all right?” he murmurs under his breath, his eyes still tilted down, a smile lining his voice.

“More than fine.”

He swings his gaze up and stares at me while focusing on his bowtie.

His hair is brushed back, and a few drops of cologne glisten on his upper lip.

“You look like you have something to say,” he says.

“I have nothing to say,” I toss back at him.

He shifts his focus to my hair and earrings before tugging at his sleeves and shoving a pack of cigarettes into his pocket.

He hasn’t lighted one these past few days, and I’m surprised he thinks he needs them.

“Are we meeting someone important tonight?”

He shows me to the door, a faint smile on his lips.

“Yes.”

“A friend?”

We’re stepping out of the bedroom when his answer arrives.

“Not really. He’s one of my worst enemies.”

His clipped answer makes me stop and shift my eyes to him.

He doesn’t allow me to stall, taking my hand and leading me down the stairs.

That doesn’t stop me from thinking about what he just said.

If he’s decked out like that for his enemies, how is he when he meets his friends?

His SUV is parked in the back, and one of his men is holding the back door for us.

“I’m driving,” Damaso says, letting go of me.

“You sure, Boss?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Go.”

Three other SUVs are parked behind us.

This is serious business, and I’m sure it’s about way more than having some fun with me in Reno.

We’re not going there for gambling or cocktails.

“Which car are you. Boss?”

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