Page 33 of The Gangster King
Assholes.
I start banging on the door again, and suddenly the locks begin to click, and I stand back.
Expecting the Baldassare soldiers, I’m surprised when I come face to face with Dante.
“Addy.”
“Asshole.” I cross my arms and glare at him.
“How’s your hand?” he asks, closing the door behind me.
I spot the guard outside. Poor guy having to listen to my screaming constantly. Maybe he should fucking help me then.
I lift my hand and show him the small Band-Aid that replaced the gauze I had the first five days.
“Any nerve damage?” He takes another step and takes my hand.
I slowly lift my eyes to his and an electrical charge sparks inside my chest. I know he feels it, too. As his thumb rubs the side of my hand, I lift my leg.
And knee him in the groin.
“The fuck!” he cries and bends over.
Then I push him onto the floor.
“Try to get out that door and they will kill you,” he moans, cupping his balls. “Jesus fucking, fuck!”
“Liar.” I step over him, knowing it’s very unlikely I will get far, but I have to try.
Shit!Dante grabs my ankle and yanks. I fall to the floor, my head hitting it loudly.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I grab my head and kick my leg until he releases me. “Ouch, fuck.”
We both lay on the ground nursing our wounds and I decide to kick his leg.
“Stop it,” he growls, reaching out and gripping my hip.
His touch.
I hate how my body reacts to his fingers on me.
Jesus, do I have a bump on my head?
The door pushes open, and we both glance up to see Dante’s mother standing there, staring down at us. She puts her hand on her hips and shakes her head.
“Don’t fucking say it,” Dante warns her.
“Can you please tell my father I’m here?” I plead with her. “Your son is insane.”
“I know that dear. Unfortunately, you know I can’t. But I won’t let him kill you,” Angela Baldassare says.
Great.
“For the record, she can’t stop me,” he mutters.
I spin my head and flinch at the pain. “What are you, twelve?”
“Inches,” he replies, moving slowly to a kneeling position. “Or at least, I was.”