Page 10 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

I inhale deeply. I’d have suffered a full-blown panic attack if it was really a marriage proposal. I’d be dead before I see myself being cuffed to a woman. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

“It is.”

My phone rings and I see it’s Antonio calling when I take it out of my pocket. I answer. “What do you want?”

“There’s a problem, Boss.”

Can I ever catch a break? I’m already stressed from having blue balls all weekend. “What’s the matter now?”

“Enzo was murdered last night in front of the club at Hell’s Kitchen.” He’s breathing heavily and there’s a soft moan in the background.Fucking idiot.“We’ve got to get there right now. Heard the cops have sealed off the whole area.”

I clasp my forehead and groan. “Get your cock off that whore’s ass and meet me at my brother’s mansion. You have five minutes.”

“Let me guess, another murder?” Dominic asks after I hand up. There’s a slight frown on his forehead.

“It’s Enzo.”

“Fuck.” He reaches for his drink and I reach for mine. We both swallow our drinks at the same time and wince. “Someone’s really on our tail.”

“It has to be the Camorra. I can’t think of anyone else.”

I’m surprised when he doesn’t brush it off like he usually does when I bring it up. “I’m beginning to suspect them too, but we can’t do jack until we’re certain. We can’t afford to start a war based on suspicion.”

I agree with a nod. “I know. I’m heading over to Hell’s Kitchen. Maybe I can finally make use of the detective.”

“Be careful.”

Antonio picks me up from Dominic’s and the ride to Hell’s Kitchen is long and boring so I dive back into my thoughts. I’m trying to stay away from thinking of Jane, but the more I try, the more those thoughts remain front and center. I wonder if she’ll be at the crime scene. I need to see her, but I can’t tell if it’s because of the murder or if I just miss her.

Warmth spreads across my chest, awakening a tingling sensation.Miss.I’ve never used that word on anyone before her. I guess there’s a first time for everything.

After what seems like an eternity, Antonio brings the car to a stop in front of Devil’s Rome. I don’t wait for him to turn off the engine before I open my door and hop out.

My eyes naturally squint as they struggle to adjust to the excess sunlight scorching the sidewalk. I look around and spot Jane inside the perimeter taped off with barricade tape.

There are other officers around her, a forensic team, photographers, and onlookers. She hasn’t noticed me yet, so I stand several feet away, watching and admiring her.

She’s wearing an all-white, two-piece suit today. Her raven-dark hair is slicked back in a very neat bun, glistening in the sunlight. She’s hot and badass.

“What are you staring at, Boss?” Antonio asks, stepping beside me. He smells like a beer factory.

“Nothing.”

Jane finally looks in my direction. I smile at her, but she doesn’t care to return the gesture. She passes the folder she’s holding to one of the cops she came with to the club last night and heads in my direction.

I try not to pay attention to it, but it’s hard to ignore her delicate curves and the way her hips sway as she walks.

Fucking hell. This woman will be the death of me.

She stops in front of me, the scent of her perfume dancing in the space between us and filling my nose. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,signorina,” I reply with a smile. Antonio shoots me a sharp look, but I ignore him. “How was your night?”

She scoffs, crosses her arms over her chest and frowns. “What was that about?”

I feign ignorance. Taunting her has become an addiction. “What was what about?”

Her frown deepens. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

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