Page 69 of My Mafia Daddy

Of course I want to know more about Owen. I would love to know everything, but I also don’t want to stop kissing him.

I wish he would just kiss me all the freaking time.

As he pulls back, I find my lips already missing him. I don’t like being alone without his mouth on mine.

“Should we get back inside?” he asks with his head cocked to one side. “We don’t want to get too cold, do we?”

I don’t really want to leave, but I nod anyway. I’m ready to follow this man anywhere and everywhere.

Which is going to make itreallydifficult when I need to make my move out of here.

I still have to escape, obviously, because I don’t want to die, but it definitely isn’t going to be easy leaving this man.

EIGHTEEN

OWEN

What is she doing?

That’s what I can’t wrap my head around.

What the fuck is Emma playing at?

Iknowshe has the gun, but the fact that she hasn’t even attempted to use it on me is weird. I haven’t tried to fight it off of her because I don’t know what her aim is.

I also don’t want to fight her.

If it wasn’t for the gun—oh, and the fact that she’s basically my kidnap victim—I’d be trying to work out what’s going on with us. But I can’t relax enough to do so; not when she’s about to put a bullet in my brain.

I miss her.

Right now, I’m in the city, trying to keep up appearances, and I actually miss her.

The days we’ve spent together, roaming outside the cabin perimeter and hanging out, have been awesome. The best days I’ve ever had.

But the nights are even more powerful and etched in my mind.

Whether we’re kissing like teenagers, cuddling up on the couch watching movies, or fucking wildly and pushing one another to the edge… it’s awesome.

But how will it all end?

It’s going to implode one way or another, that much I’m certain of. Yet I can still sit here, sipping on my coffee, waiting for Samantha, like my whole world isn’t about to crumble.

I mean, if Emma doesn’t kill me, Vinnie might.

I’ve never let him down before. I’ve always completed every single job that I have ever been asked to do, so this really is going to go bad.

But I still can’t fucking stop myself.

It’s like I’m a drug addict and I can’t get enough of her.

“Owen.”

I jump as Samantha slides into the chair beside me, stealthy as a ninja. Fucking hell, no wonder she’s always got the best information.

“I got you a coffee.” She slides another mug my way. “And the deets.”

I nod seriously. “Okay, what have you found out?”

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