Page 41 of The Gangster King

Yes, she agrees. The decision about who she marries is not her father’s. Finally, we are on the same damn page.

“Good,” I say. “Then we also agree that it is yours. And you will agree to marry me.”

I reach out and spoon some vegetables onto my plate, and then rip open one of the delicious smelling warm rolls.

“No,” she says quietly.

I lift my eyes to hers, frown, and scoop butter onto the roll. So she still wants to play games.

“No. I do not want to marry you.”

I continue buttering my roll.

“Did you hear me!?” Adelina demands.

She is mad I’ve kept her locked up. Fine. I will give her space to vent her anger. Then she will marry me.

“Eat.” I point to the food with my fork, then slice the succulently cooked salmon and take my first bite.

It is perfection.

Even the potatoes are the perfect mix of soft and fluffy, with some of the butter from the bread rolls dripping through them.

“Eat.” I repeat as Adelina just watches me.

I swallow my food and lift my glass, taking a sip of the five-hundred-dollar bottle of wine.

With each bite, my jaw tightens. I force myself not to acknowledge the hatred flowing from her.

Then I snap.

“Eat, or you will go back to your room.” I slam down my utensils a moment later.

“Fuck you!”

“I wish you would.” I growl, catching the roll that comes flying at me. Then I’m around the table in the next second,pulling her to her feet, gripping a handful of her hair and tugging it so she has no choice but to face me.

“Stop it. I am not returning you just so your father can send you to another man. Do you understand that? You are fucking mine.”

She pants, her lips wet and red as her body shudders in my arms.

“He won’t...I have...please let me go.” She begs me, despite the arousal lining her face.

“Never.” I growl and smash my mouth down on to hers.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ADELINA

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My legs almost give out underneath me. Since taking over his father’s position in the family, Dante has changed. In one week he has gone from this cheeky annoying man who I was attracted to, to a powerful mobster who kidnapped me and...

My body desires him so much I am ashamed.

I shouldn’t be. The man is a god. In his black designer pants and black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, he’s sex on two legs. The tattoos do nothing to deter me. Especially coupled with his chunky gold watch and family ring.

He’s wealthy, powerful, and sexual.