Page 32 of The Gangster King

Damn idiot.

“You want to fuck me, not shoot me.”

I took another step and then another.

“Do not underestimate your worth, kitten. I want to fuck you, but not at the cost of you cutting my face. You are nothing but a pawn,” I lied.

Hate filled her eyes.

Now I can’t get the image out of my head.

CHAPTER NINE

ADELINA

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I rest my head against the door and swallow.

My throat is so sore. I don’t know why I’m bothering with all this screaming some days. My hope is that one of the staff with talk.

Many of the Baldassare men know my father. Surely he’s looking for me. He must know I’m here if what Dante said is true.

Fucking asshole.

I hate him with every fiber in my body. Every cell. Every...everything.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I’m trying to keep track of the days. I have to get out of here in...I think eight more days, or I will lose everything I’ve worked for.

My escape.

My new life.

My new home and identity in California.

I will not let Dante or my father wreck this because of their stupid mafia rules.

After the first night when I threatened him with the shard of glass, Dante hasn’t been back to see me. His soldiers—three of them, as if I’m some dangerous captive—have brought me clothes, food, and water.

But I know he hears me. I know he can hear me screaming out his name. Telling him I hate him. That I’m going to kill him.

That I will never forgive him.

I know he hears me.

And I know it is getting under his skin.

I’ve known Dante Baldassare all my life—the same amount of time he’s been in love with me. What I don’t know is just how much of a conscience he has.

What does he think keeping me captive will achieve? I’m hardly going to fall in love with him. I have no intention of staying with any of them. The moment I get free, and I will, I’m jumping on a bus to California.

I have all my codes in my head for my bank. I don’t even need my wallet—which I don’t have—nor my phone.