Page 7 of The Gangster King

It would completely destroy everything I’ve worked for.

I am leaving and things are set in motion.

The clock is ticking.

“No, no, and no. Look, I’m sorry about your father. I really am. But”—I bite my lip and glance around because I couldn’t live with myself if I threw him out and he was captured or killed—“you can sleep in here or in one of the rooms in the staff wing. My father and Leo never come in here.”

Neveris a strong word.

They do. Occasionally.

Dante stands and walks to the side cabinet and pours himself two fingers of whisky. Then tosses it down.

He does it one more time.

Turning back to face me, he runs a hand through his dark glossy hair, then crosses the room and stops in front of me as my body shudders in reaction.

This six-foot-four man is all muscle. He’s broad, solid, and fills the entire room with his presence. His dark eyes hold me in place, and I can see his patience is about to snap.

“Stop trying to intimidate me, Dante Baldassare. I’ve been around gangsters all my life. It won’t work,” I say then swallow completely, fucking up any conviction I just conveyed.

Damn him.

“Take me up to your bedroom, Adelina, or I will rip your fucking nightie off and fuck you right here. Then claim you as my wife.”

There he is.

My sexy badass gangster.

The one who has told me all my life I belong to him. The one I see when I close my eyes at night and touch myself in the privacy of my bedroom.

The one I will never let myself want.

CHAPTER THREE

DANTE

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Fucking floor.

I could’ve demanded that I sleep in her bed. Hell, I could’ve demanded she spread her legs and welcome my cock inside her sweet pussy.

But I won’t.

The day I enter her body, Adelina will be begging for it.

And she will very fucking soon.

For years she has said no while her body says yes. I’ve watched her nipples harden when I step close. The way she clenches her thighs and thinks I don’t notice when I whisper into her neck when no one is looking. The way her fingers press into my chest a split second before pushing me away.

Adelina Baldoni wants me to fuck her.

But I’m going to marry her instead.

Andfuck her.

Things work differently in crime families. Fathers don’t expect their daughters to remain virgins—that’s archaic—but I stupidly spoke up as a horny teenager and told Carlos Baldoni I wanted his daughter.