Page 25 of The Gangster King

The angle isn’t right from where I’m sitting. No fucking way I’m going to attempt it. He’ll ride my ass for a week if I miss.

“You have over four thousand feet in your penthouse.” Mack pulls out his phone, checking a message and then dropping it on the cushion next to him.

“It’s all pink.” I grumble and he snorts out a laugh.

“It’s not fucking pink. I was there two nights ago.” Mack laughs.

Feels like it is.

I bet we’ll have a girl when we finally decide to get pregnant. Twins. Probably triplets. All girls.

More pink.

My lips twitch. I imagine three little Mias running around. My heart would fucking burst with that much love.

I’d also triple their personal security.

“So, are we all meeting at city hall this Friday for the nuptials?” Mack asks, standing and pulling another can of soda from the fridge.

Braxton and Gianna are tying the knot.

I told him he was smart, doing it quick and fast. Not to keep his girl—she’s clearly madly in love with him—but any wedding to a member of a mafia has risk.

No one has seen or heard from her brother since we busted the Baldassare trafficking ring with the FBI over a week ago now.

His father is dead, making Dante the new head of the family. If he learned the man who betrayed him was marrying his sister, I have no doubt there would be trouble.

“Yeah, two in the afternoon.” I spin the chair and lean my arm on the desk.

“I’ll have the team clear the area the day before, then again in the morning.”

I nod.

No one except the Dark Kings and our girls know that they are getting married. But Gianna could have told someone. She’s the greatest risk.

I trust Braxton, but I don’t trust her.

Unlike Mia, who was seeking a way out, Gianna doesn’t seem to have had a desire for a crime-free life. As far as I can see, anyway.

She just fell in love with our boy, Brax.

Of course, all the girls have taken to her. Mia knew her growing up, so the two of them are bonding. That makes me happy. She lost a lot of people—hell, her entire family—on our wedding day. So anyone that makes her happy makes me happy.

But it’s my job to stay vigilant and protect her, so if I sense something is going wrong and have to be the big bad fucking wolf, then I will.

That we can’t find Dante Baldassare is rattling me, I’ll admit.

I mean, his father gets shot in front of him, his sister is gone—as far as he knows—and the FBI is after him.

Yet he remains hidden.

Braxton walks through the door and strides over to the fridge.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“Shouldn’t you be trying on suits or doing wedding shit?” Mack asks him.

Braxton turns, cracks open a soda, and downs it.