Page 4 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

“I help him run the world,signorina.”

She purses her lips and shakes her head as if she’s just heard the most preposterous thing in the word. “What the hell do you guys do? It’s hard to believe your family makes this much money from running nightclubs.”

I bite back a laugh and squint at her. She’s such a curious cat. I know she’s trying to get me to talk, she’s curious about something and somehow thinks she can get me to talk. Too bad though, her mind games won’t work on me. “We don’t just own nightclubs. We own60%of the businesses in New York.”

“Right.” She’s silent for a moment before voicing her next question. “Rumor has it you’re a dangerous man. What do you think?”

Placing one hand on her leg, I squeeze it hard enough for her to tense. “Those rumors may be true,signorina.”

Chapter Two

Jane

My muscles become rigid, the heat of his touch searing me through my leather pants. He smells like whisky and sandalwood, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and mystery.

He doesn’t seem much older than me. He looks to be in his mid-thirties at most, but that would still make him almost a decade older than I am. Older guys have never been my cup of tea, but to be honest, I find this man captivating. Maybe because I’ve always been attracted to the bad boys. But Marcus is not a bad boy, he’s darker and has an aura of evil around him.

I’m drawn to that aura. It’s like an irresistible need to drink from a poisoned cup.

Holy fuck! I’m losing it.

I can’t quite wrap my head around it, but I feel there are many layers to Marcus Romano. He’s mysterious and I’m dying to uncover his innermost layer. I want to tear through him until I can see his rough edges.

The NYPD has been investigating the Romano Empire for a while now. We’ve tried to dissect their businesses since we the tip about the illegal goings on.

But they’re smarter than we hoped they would be, and they have somehow managed to keep a thoroughly clean slate for those who look. A shield which seems impossible to break through.

“Get your hands off me,” I order. My lungs refuse to take in air and my heart is racing. I want more of his touch, more of the heat scorching through me.

He stops squeezing and brushes his thumb lightly over my thigh. Electricity stings from his touch straight to my core.

Marcus Romano is tall and muscular. His shoulders are so broad they shadow over my small frame, and his sharpjawline adds to his handsome appearance. His hand is twice the size of mine and it covers a large part of my thigh.

I imagine those long fingers inside of me.

“Or what?”

“I’ll arrest you for…” I trail off when he slides his palm further up my leg, creating a heartbeat between my legs. “W-what are you doing?”

I hate that my voice is raspy. It’s almost as if I’m enjoying his touch.Almost.

I should slap his hand away, put a cuff on him and walk him to the station for touching a police officer inappropriately, but I don’t dare to do that when my own mind is tangled with dirty thoughts and my fingers are aching to touch his warm skin.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” An arrogant smile quirks his lips. It’s beautiful and my chest constricts. “How about a drink while we discuss the murder ten blocks away?”

I space out for a moment. Is he really asking me to have a drink with him?

The air thickens and breathing becomes a lot harder as I think of all the things I could allow him do to me. If I use alcohol as an excuse, he wouldn’t think too terribly of me. Right?

No.

“No!” I fly to my feet, my brain finally coming back online. I can’t have a drink with a man like him, and most especially when my colleagues are waiting for me outside. “I didn’t come here to be entertained, Marcus.”

He shrugs, raising his brows. “My bad. I thought you did.”

I can’t tell if he’s joking because the blank expression on his face suggests otherwise, but I choose not to engage him.

Stuffing my hand into my leather pants pocket, I remove a business card and hand it to him. “Call me if there’s anything you think I should know.”

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