Page 9 of The Gangster King

Whatever. I’ll be his bitch.

Until then, I’m going to change a few things. There will be no women and children sent into slavery under my watch.

Unfortunately, it’s not that simple.

First, the business is fractured. Salvatore, my father’s second, is also dead. He had a huge amount of knowledge. Also, I figure all the men in the raid last night are either dead or locked up.

Whether the feds can hold them is another thing. It will depend on what proof Braxton gathered during his time with us.

This shit is complicated.

But I have my own crew. Two men I call my brothers would die for me. Nicholas and Jono.

I had to ditch my phone, so I wasn’t traced, but I flicked a message to Nick just beforehand so that he was made aware of my father’s death.

And that I am now the boss.

I need to speak to them, but until I know it’s safe to do so, I will remain hidden and silent. I trust they will know what to do in the meantime.

While no one thought it would happen so early in my father’s life, the fact is, he was a gangster. So I have had contingencies in place with Nick and Jono. Right now, they will be at my family estate protecting my sister and mother and keeping the men loyal until I can come out of hiding.

Until then, I’m not going anywhere.

I was lying when I said I only needed to stay one night. I’ll need Adelina to play hostess with the most-ess for a few more.

I roll onto my back and let out a small groan.

My body aches.

Fucking hell, what a goddamn disaster this all is.

I turn my head and find Adelina with her ass sticking out of the bed. Jesus.Her covers are thrown back, and her nightie is twisted around her body.

Jesus fucking Christ.

My cock hardens and my hand immediately reaches under the light blanket covering me. She tossed it at me last night whenI pulled the sofa cushions onto the floor and stole one of her pillows.

Then, I undressed and crashed. But not before sliding my Glock and knife under my pillow.

I know exactly where they are.

Right now, I’m more interested in the soft creamy curve of Adelina’s bottom, and the hint of her feminine folds I can see from where I lay on the floor.

Talk about premium position.

The urge to lathe my tongue through her pussy is so overwhelming. I mean it’s on display like a fucking juice bar. I needherjuices flowing onto my tongue as I push my fingers inside her.

It’s six of one, and half a dozen of the other whether she’d scream, punch me, or submit if I touched her this morning. And I’m not going to lie, the challenge has my cock sitting right up and eager to play.

I throw back the blanket and sit up.

Adelina remains sleeping deeply as the sun begins to rise outside. My eyes return to her forbidden flesh, and I grip my cock.

I’ve tasted her once before.

Not her pussy.

Her mouth.