Page 30 of The Gangster King

She wasn’t talking about my gun.

Having Adelina tucked up against me, with adrenaline rushing through me, had me hard as fuck.

“Well then, spin around and I’ll put mythingsomewhere more comfortable.” I rasped.

She punched my chest with her clenched first. It was so pathetic I almost flipped her over and tugged down her black leggings and fucked her pretty pussy.

When the trunk opened and our eyes blinked, adjusting to the night air, I sat up and Nick gave me a hand out.

“Welcome home, Boss,” he said, as Adelina sat up.

“Why are we here?” She glanced around, and it didn’t take long for her eyes to land on me as she worked out what was happening. “Dante. No.”

I lifted her out of the car and began carrying her toward the front door. “You will thank me for this one day.”

Slap.

I flinched back and glanced at Nick, who quickly roped her wrists as she began to scream.

“Let me go!”

Jono ripped open the front door, and I carried her inside.

“You can’t kidnap me! Let me go!” she screamed again. “My father is going to kill you.”

I rolled my eyes at Nick, who smirked.

Jesus, it had been like trying to carry a slippery octopus through the house with all the wriggling and slapping. Kicking open a room downstairs, which I knew had appropriate security, I dropped her to the floor.

Then shut the door behind us.

“Stop.” I held up my hand as she climbed to her feet and began to approach me with wild abandon.

She obeyed.

I knew she would.

Adelina has been raised by a mafia boss and it’s in her DNA to obey me now that I am one.

“Your father will be told you are with me.”

Her eyes widened. “No. Send me home.”

“Your housekeeper saw me. She will talk. What do you think he will do when he learns you were walking around the house free as a bird for three days while I was in your bedroom hiding? He’s not going to believe we were playing Monopoly.”

I watch her work it out.

I took Adelina because she’s mine, but I also did it to protect her. I put her at risk. Carlos wouldn’t hurt his daughter, but he would send her away to be married.

I can’t allow that.

It was probable, even if I hadn’t gone to her, that once he learned of my father’s death—and that I was now a don— he would do it, anyway. I made the mistake of telling him when I was young and dumb that I was going to marry her.

He never wanted it.

Adelina paced the room and took in the bed and the reinforced windows. They weren’t exactly bars, but the frame itself had locks she’d never be able to break out of.

The door behind me was the same.