Page 29 of The Gangster King

I need her home.

Carlos Baldoni is a little upset with me for taking his daughter, and I need Gianna to trade. She was always promised to Leo; she knows that. Now I need her to do her fucking job.

It’s been almost ten days since the bust, and the cops have told us nothing about where she is or went. Well, they haven’t told my mother or Nick.

Mama demanded my father’s body be returned and they’ve agreed. Not once have they asked about me or where I am.

Weird.

I have a feeling they have nothing on me, so I’m a free man.

Thank fuck.

I’ve also spent the last six days since returning home recruiting some experts to dig into Barrett and find out who this Braxton guy is (especially given he might have my sister!) But the organization has tight as fuck security.

I’m not surprised.

But someone will talk. It’s just a matter of time.

So yeah, I kidnapped Adelina.

She has always been mine, and I fucking told everyone. No one believed me, so that’s on them. Once I tasted her pussy, that was it for me.

Not to mention, her housekeeper saw me one night when Adelina was sneaking in some dinner. She wanted to take the plate and caught a glimpse of me inside her bedroom.

She knew who I was.

So I couldn’t take the chance.

Carlos would send her straight to a family to be wed if he knew I’d been inside her bedroom for days.

And knowing I’m now a boss, he would quickly put two and two together knowing I plan to make her mine.

Two days after I locked her inside my house, Carlos sent word that he wanted her home. With a nicely packaged threat to me.

Which I ignored.

Once I send him Gianna and tell him this is the only deal I’m doing, he’ll have to live with it.

Unless he wants to start a war between the two families. Let me be clear, if it comes to that I will happily do it. Adelina is never leaving. She will be my wife, and she will fucking tell me she wants me.

Plus, I have something else up my sleeve that I’m working on. Something that will change everything.

Getting my little sharp-clawed kitten here was easy.

Nick drove us into the Baldassare Estate after being at the warehouse meet while we hid in the back of the vehicle. Addy thought we were dropping her off at home.

“I don’t need to hide,” she whispered as she lay prone against my body.

“Shh,” I said to her. “Let my men do what they do.”

“Stupid gangsters,” she muttered. “It’s three in the damn morning. I am tired.”

“Well then shut your eyes”—and mouth—“and go to sleep.”

“We’re lying in the trunk of a car, Dante, and...your thing is digging into my hip.”

I smirked in the darkness.