Page 21 of Skating Towards Danger

She’d just read Cinderella to me, which is my favorite story ever and I want a prince just like him.

“You will get a feeling of electric shocks and instantly know that he is your prince.”

I swallow hard as the feeling of a million electric shocks shooting up my arm hits me hard before Dante lowers his head so his mouth is near my ear, and a musky earth scent fills my nostrils, making my clit pulse. That’s something that has neverhappened before and my fear goes into overdrive as he whispers, “Don’t tarnish what he worked so hard for to give you a better life,” and I flinch as I feel him shove the check into my bag then backs away, his touch burning me then leaving me cold when he lets go.

“Paige?” I hear Andrew again, and I swallow hard before turning away and walking away without looking back with my heart in my throat.

“What was all that about?” Andrew questions when I get to him before leaning down and kissing my cheek, and I quickly pull back a little with a raised brow.

“You did not just kiss me like I’m your world when you allowed Marie to suck you off while I was still inside the diner for the second time in the space of two weeks?” I snap, and his eyes widen.

“I-I-I….” he stutters, and I scoff and turn to walk home. I notice the Marino brothers have gone, but their car is still there, and I swallow hard, hoping they’re not going to jeopardize my job because I need it. I won’t leach off my aunt and uncle, not now, not ever.

“Paige baby, it was a mistake, please,” Andrew calls, but I lift my middle finger while clutching my bag as I walk home, the check now my main concern.

Maybe I can rip it up, and hopefully, I’ll never have to see Dante again. That feeling, the one Momma spoke about after reading my favorite childhood story, I felt it. I was pulled to jump into his arms, a man I don’t even know and ask him never to let me go, but I don’t deserve it, or well, I don’t feel like I deserve it anyhow, and besides, he’s the biggest man whore on the team.

Yeah, I’m going to avoid seeing him again…at all costs.

Chapter 7

Dante

I grit my teeth as I watch Paige walk over to the lanky fucking prick who eyes her up like she’s his next conquest despite watching the waitress leave, his eyes on her ass while the smell of fried eggs and chip fat still lingers in my senses but along with a hint of vanilla.

Her black hair with purple highlights is up in a messy knot, her face clear of make-up, and her body, fuck me, her body is to die for, curves in all the right places giving all the puck bunnies a run for their money.

She’s fucking gorgeous, and Roman was right, she holds a hint of innocence, something a woman with her background shouldn’t hold.

She did drugs, she fucked around and partied hard, harder than Roman and I in college, I mean we fucked but we didn’t dodrugs, and yet she holds that innocence. It’s like the party side of her, the rebellion side, was to help drown her grief from losing her parents.

I swallow hard as I fist my right hand that’s still tingling from her soft skin. I want to run my lips all over her while I show her exactly how perfect her body is.

My heart is pounding, my body humming, wanting to follow her, and anger instantly takes hold as I realize exactly what is wrong with me.

Mother fucker….

“What are the odds that Paige works with that fucker?” Roman mutters as we watch her stop in front of Andrew, the biological father to Amy’s child.

The lanky fucker bends and kisses Paige’s cheek, and I have to swallow my growl, so Roman doesn’t catch on because then that fucker won’t let it go and will be in my business every fucking day until I give in.

“Fuck!” Roman snaps, realizing they’re most likely seeing each other, and I take deep breaths, hoping I don’t kill someone and out who we are to Paige.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is not happening, nope not happening.

“It’s not our problem, we’re watching over her from the Cartel, not a sleaze,” I grunt, “Let’s just get this shit over with,” and walk towards Matt, one of our made men, trying not to look towards Paige again.

How in the fuck am I supposed to watch over her now when I want to lay her on her back and worship her body?

“Roman, Dante,” Matt grunts and lets us inside the diner.

I look around the run-down place, and my anger hits higher as I see water stains along the ceiling and torn seats. How in the fuck has Rocco allowed his niece to work here?

“The owner Diane, she’s alright, to be fair, but she just doesn’t have the means to put money into this place,” Matt says, seeing our reaction to the place.

It turns out Dad and Rocco assigned him here when they learned Paige worked here – That was six years ago.

“She doesn’t make the staff wear little dresses or any of that shit, but she is oblivious to the shit Andrew does in her office, something she’ll notice at the end of the month when she goes through the footage,” Matt explains as we walk out the back to the office, “The cameras are shut down so no one will know you’ve been in here.”

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