Page 35 of Mafia Boss' Surprise Baby

“I mean it,” I blurt out.

He kisses me then. I don’t even get a chance to catch my breath before he’s on me, mouth rocking over mine and every dip and slide of his tongue feels so good it’s got to be a sin. I grab on to his shirt so hard I’m going to tear it any second now. I know I’m crying as we kiss, and he brushes tears off my face with his thumb without even breaking the contact. He combs hisfingers through my hair and strokes my scalp and my neck. It’s a shock in the best way, how it electrifies my whole body.

“Let me take you out to celebrate,” he says against my cheek when he breaks the kiss. “If you don’t, I’ll have you right here.”

“Is that supposed to make me want to go have dinner? Because I’m not sure you wanna threaten me with a good time.”

He chuckles and I feel the rumble of it low in his chest because I’m pressed so tight right up against him.

“Katie, it’s your call. You wanna go out and celebrate?”

“Yeah, I do,” I admit. “I’m really excited and proud about this.”

“You should be. Let’s go.”

We take the elevator down to his car and a driver whisks us to a high-end restaurant I’ve only heard about because of the six-month waiting list. They take us right in and seat us at a private dining room in the back.

“I can’t believe we got in here,” I say, taking in the sumptuously decorated room in sleek black and white with purple accents. Candlelight and soft music seem to envelop us. “No menu?” I ask.

“We’re having the chef’s tasting menu,” he explains and tells me what it is. It sounds like it is going to be the fanciest food on the planet.

Over the first few courses, I tell him all about the CPA exam. He listens and then starts talking as fast as he can like he’s got pent up things to tell me. I grin and take it all in. I’ve missed his considerate listening and his unexpected enthusiasm over telling me something random he saw or read about.

By the time we’ve finished the fifth course, I shift in my seat a little uncomfortably.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I’m great,” I say. “This place is gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” he says. “But I’m ready to get out of here.”

“Me too,” I agree.

He gestures to the server and tells them we’re leaving. He pays with his phone and when the man objects and offers to wrap up the remaining two courses, Mick tells him that he can have them. “Sit down and have dessert or whatever,” he says. “Tell the manager it was my special request.”

As soon as we’re in the car, Mickey starts talking rapid-fire once more.

“I miss you, Katie. So much. I want you back,” he says. I gape at him, my mouth open. “In my life, in my house. Everything’s trash without you, and it took me a lot less than three weeks to figure that out.”

“You’re serious?”

“I am. How do you feel about it?”

“I miss you too,” I tell him. “I’m miserable without you.”

“Come home with me. Spend the night,” he says. I nod.

“I have to go back and get my tablet.”

“In the crow’s nest? Nobody’s going in there except the cleaners tonight. Don’t worry about it,” he says.

“I really want to go get it now,” I tell him. “It’s important to me.”

“Okay,” he relents and directs the driver to stop at the Pearl.

I grab Mickey’s hand as we walk to the side entrance. I smile up at him, gleeful and excited to go back and reunite with him at his house, the real celebration of my exam score and us coming to our senses.

I’m still smiling when I see the man step out of the door and head toward us with a gun in his hand.

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