Page 55 of King of Omen

Caught amid my shit was Mia, with her gorgeous eyes, sweet lips and cold as fuck shooting mastery.

Her sheer bravery had made her an instant queen in my books, her fast thinking and freakish aim saving my ass yet leaving me with questions.

But for now, she was safe in my guest room while I worked out what to do with the Abrazzios.

The fact they’d attacked me in my own home meant they were getting desperate.

Their actions told me they thought they were doomed unless they wiped the Calibreses out, given how much we were across their business.

Still, Mia’s and my dearest friend’s lives had almost been snuffed, and that alone sealed the fate of the Abrazzios for me.

My life, too, had hung in the balance until Mia dispatched the second assassin with icy precision.

A surge of gratitude came over me, followed by a sharp desire to never let any darkness touch her.

More vexing was my instinctual reaction when I first realised she was in my house—the unbidden joy of seeing her face even at the worst of times.

Though I’d shut it down with a mask of ice after reminding myself of her kiss with the stranger, I had to admit, she freakin’ drove me wild.

I had tagged the earnestness in her face when she’d claimed the man she’d kissed was not her boyfriend. I wanted to believe her, having never desired a woman as much as I did her.

She was the picture of sultry seduction, classy with a hint of savagery.

Her violet eyes were limpid with pure beauty, cupid lips were perfect for teasing me.

Part of me longed to rip off her clothes, to stamp her skin with my mouth, my kisses, my sensuality.

To make her beg for mercy.

To have her cry out my name as I gave her ecstasy and bliss she’d never had with another man.

Yet, fearing few, she was the one I was terrified of the most.

For she had the power to consume me.

To drive me to the edge.

I had to own her. Fuck her toyboy, I’d become her King.

She had no clue how the devil danced in my soul as I contemplated how I’d make her mine.

The fucked up situation we found ourselves in had meant compromising her freedom, backing her into a corner for her benefit, and I prayed she’d forgive me.

Regardless, I would shelter her, even if it meant becoming a monster, doing what was necessary to survive and rise above the tide of evil, even if it meant sacrificing my life to protect her and those I cared for.

I realised how vulnerable I had become, how she was twisting me up on the inside. If I didn’t play my cards right, I would forfeit my soul because of her.

I would also lose her.

I needed a plan, a change of heart and tack.

Being an asshole wouldn’t work with Mia.

She was too smart to put up with that kind of bullshit.

I had to take a new approach.

Chapter 12

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