Page 106 of King of Omen

‘I thought so. Promise me you’ll never come within three klicks of my house?’

His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he cursed and fell into a sullen hush.

I leaned in, whispering, ‘While I’m the King of silence, my friend, now’s the time to speak or forever lose your tongue.’

He blustered, fear dancing in his stricken eyes. ‘Cazzo! Fine, I’ll stay away!’

‘Also, you’ll never again come close to my Mia,’ I ground out.

‘His eyes narrowed even further, and he sucked his teeth at me. ‘OK.’

‘Bene, now Mauri will escort you out. May we never set eyes on each other again because I won’t be responsible for what might happen if we do.’

Flashing a cold grin, I gestured for Mauri to handle the situation.

My second in charge lowered his weapon and stepped toward Tony, eyes never leaving the man as he spoke.

‘On your feet,’ he growled, voice ominous.

Tony stood up with care, the alarm in his eyes palpable.

‘Don’t try anything,’ Mauri warned with a sneer on his lips.

Tony muttered under his breath as Mauri led him out of the garage.

I let out a long exhale and followed, standing in the driveway as Mauri dispatched our undesirable visitor, escorting him to a nondescript sedan parked further down the road.

Our unwanted guest sidled to the door, but just before he slid inside, my consigliere leaned in and spoke into Tony’s ear.

No doubt outlining extra options if he didn’t do as we’d agreed.

Tony flinched, glanced my way, and slumped behind the steering wheel. His face was white as a sheet, yet he still had an arrogant twist to his mouth.

He started the car and took off in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

Mauri loped back to my side.

‘Find out everything you can about him. Tear his life apart if you have to. That man is Neapolitan and he wanted to mete violence on me today, and I need to know why.’

‘Si,’ Mauri murmured. ‘On it.’

Mia broke almost two weeks after our fight, most of which I’d spent in agony and frustration.

She came to me one late night as I was brooding in the darkened lounge room.

I nursed a whisky in my hand, ass to a recliner, moody as fuck.

The clock on the mantelpiece flickered with the time.

Midnight.

I tagged the pad of her bare feet on the floor, soundless as she tracked my way.

Her silhouette stopped before me, wrapped in a thin robe, fresh out of the shower.

Deep breathing, silent.

Sensual as sin, nipples showing through the silk of her garment, and lower still, the dark shadow of her pelvis.

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