Page 91 of The Gangster King

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Page 91 of The Gangster King

Leo rubs his forehead. “It doesn’t matter. You know that, Addy. I will do what needs to be done to protect and strengthen the family.”

“Will it though? Frank is dead. Dante is hardly an ally now,” I press.

“It could be more reason to marry her. The choice isn’t mine,” he says coldly.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Do I love Gianna like he loves you? No. I would never kill my best friend because a woman left me,” Leo says, finally meeting my eye. “I know you aren’t happy about Roger, but he will protect you. That’s different from the obsessive dominance Dante has shown.”

I feel my body burn.

He is dominant and a part of me desires it.

Get on your knees and open your mouth.

His words can make me wet in almost a split instant.

On your knees. If I have to ask you one more time I will force your mouth onto my cock.

The feel of his thick, long member filling my mouth, dominating me. Making my nipples ache to be squeezed.

How many times have you played with your pussy, Addy, while thinking of me?

Too many times to admit without shame.

Not just while I was under his roof, but for years prior. It was always his face. His muscular frame. His dark, watchful eyes.

It’s not his dominance I’m afraid of. It’s falling into the abyss and never being able to climb out. It’s losing myself in everything Dante Baldassare is.

His world.

This world.

He thinks he loves me, but he doesn’t truly know who I am. What my thoughts and desires are.

He’s assumed.

That silly man.

If I am honest, I do love him. I always have.

But that doesn’t mean he’s the right man for me.

A part of me will always wonder had I stayed, if I would have been happy. He promised me a beautiful wedding and lots of babies. I would be protected, loved, cherished.

Happy?

No.

I have already spent twenty-six years as a member of a crime family.

If I’m willing to leave everyone and everything I know and love, including my father and brother, then I know I can’t stay and marry Dante.

He’s wrong.

I’m not his.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX




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