Page 45 of Mafia and Gold Digger

“What's the rush?" He’s too close to me, his huge hand clamped around my arm.

I try to leap away from him.

But he’s too quick for me. "I'm sure that your slut of a mother taught you better manners than to walk away when someone's talking to you."

My heart hammers in my chest as my gaze darts between him and the door that’s my escape route…

He yanks me closer to him. "There's something about fear that I love so much." His hand moves dangerously close to my breasts.

“Get away from me!” I jerk away from him and make a run for it.

"I'm so sick of you fucking whores playing hard to get," his angry voice growls from behind me. "You flirt and tease, and you think you can do whatever you want without consequences."

He grabs me and shoves me up against the wall.

"Why don’t you just pretend I’m Ronnie, huh? Or how about Saint? I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I can make you feel way better than he ever could.”

I hit him as hard as I can.

“I may not be as rich as some of them, but my dick is big and can give you just as good a ride. Andgold diggerslike you don’t care as long as there’s ten bucks in it for you at the end, right…?”

My blow against his chest barely affects him.

“I like it rough,” he snarls. “I won’t mind if you scream…”

He fists my locks in a tight grasp to keep me from moving.

His other hand takes his gun from his waistband and puts it on the counter with a thud before starting to unbuckle his belt.

"You know, your mom doesn't fight this hard.”

I might be able to reach the gun…

Because I’m not just taking this lying down. I’m fed up of men thinking it’s okay to treat me or even Milena like this because of my family’s reputation. I’m freaking determined to break this cycle, and I need to send a clear message.

“Be a fucking good slut and?—”

I snatch it and aim it toward him.

Pop!

“Fuck!" he screams.

He staggers back as the blood pours from his hand.

Saint comes running into the kitchen, followed by a couple of the other men. They must have heard the shot. His head flicking between Calcedonio and me, he tells the other guys he’ll handle it. “Leave! I’ve got this.”

Calcedonio takes another step toward me.

“Get away from her,” Saint hisses in a dark tone.

“Ah, come on now,” Calcedonio sneers. “We can share, right? I’m sure she won’t charge us double. Sluts like her love double penetration, right?”

“Get the fuck out. Right now. Before I end your miserable little life!” Saint bellows as he reaches for his gun.

Calcedonio’s gaze flickers as he realizes he’s skating on extremely thin ice now. “Stupid bitch,” he spits out between his pathetic whimpers as he grasps his bloody hand and hobbles back outside.

I put the gun back down.

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