Page 23 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

Her address comes in less than a minute later and I rise to my feet. “Sorry, guys. I’ve got some business to take care of.”

Dante grins, giving me a knowing look. “By business, you mean Jane Sullivan.”

My brow quirks. “How the hell do you know her name?”

“Your brother had me look her up. I admit she’s pretty tough, little wonder you’re acting like a teenage boy who’s just had a taste of cunt for the first time.” His whisper is nearly inaudible against the loud music. “Have you even fucked her yet? All this dick riding you’re doing is got to be…”

“Shut your trap before I do it for you.”

The prick’s smile widens. He knows how to drive me to the edge and he’s enjoying every bit of it. “One day I’ll get the chance to kill you, and you won’t have that smile on your face when I do it.”

“I’d love to see you try, boy.”

Vincent scoffs, scrunching his nose and shaking his head. “You two cut it out. You look like idiots.”

I take a deep breath, reminding myself Dante’s whole existence is being loyal to my brother while trying to piss me off every chance he gets. He may be a complete dickhead, but he’s been loyal to my family for as long as he’s been a part of it.

That’s the only reason I haven’t ripped his tongue from his mouth yet.

Reeling away from him, I break eye contact, turn around and walk away.

I make it to the parking lot, hop into my BMW and drive off. My anger dissipates gradually the shorter the distance between me and Jane becomes. The excitement of seeing her tonight taking over the unpleasantness of my meeting with Dante.

A moment passes and soon I’m pulling into the parking lot of a white, five story apartment building. Taking my phone from the console, I text her.

Me: I’m here.

Jane: Take the elevator. Apartment six on the third floor.

I don’t realize I’m smiling until I see my reflection smiling back at me in the car window.

This is unlike me, smiling because I’m about to meet a woman, I mean. I don’t give a shit though, lying to myself doesn’t change the fact I’m excited to see her.

Pulling down the visor, I peer into it as I run a hand over my hair and smile. Pushing the visor back up, I open the door and slide out of the car, lock it and head for the entrance.

I take the elevator up to the third floor as she instructed and knock on the door numbered six.

“Coming!”

My heart jumps when I hear her voice, my pulse racing. I hear her footsteps near the door.

When she opens it, I swear she carries the sun around with her, magnifying the glow of her skin and the sparkle in her green eyes.

She’s smiling, and God do I find it contagious because I’m smiling back, despite trying not to.

My eyes dip lower to the rest of her body and I notice she’s wearing a white tank top that reveals the outline of her nipples and denim shorts which show off her silky legs. I could lick those legs from toe to thigh and never tire. “Ciao, ragazza,” I say in a husky voice. Not what I’d intended but my body is doing it’s own thing in her presence.

“Um—what are you looking at?” Her expression is a blend of curiosity and annoyance. Her perfectly ached brows knit together.

I rest my forearm on the door frame, leaning forward, intoxicated by the sweet scent of her perfume. “Did you dress like this to taunt me? Because it’s working if you did.”

I doubt she’s noticed the bulge in my slacks. Too bad, I’d like to see the expression on her face when she notices I’m hard just from looking at her.

Jane sighs. “It’s my house, Marcus. I can dress how I want.” She gestures to the hallway leading to elevator. “You can leave if it bothers you.”

“Hardly.” A smile plays on my lips. “I like what I’m seeing.”

She folds her arms. Her lips twitch as if she wants to smile but is trying hard not to. “You won’t like it when I stick two fingers in your eyes.” Stepping aside, she orders, “Come in.”

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