Page 57 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

“He wants you out, or he’ll finish the job with your brother.”

A coldness hits me. “Where is he?”

“Around.”

Callahan slams him into the brick wall, and I bite down on a gasp.

“Don’t play games with me. Either you know something or you’re dead.”

This is the real Callahan. Stripped bare of charm, of the coating of niceties he has with me. He’s sleek, powerful, and deadly.

The man’s feet dangle as Callahan clenches a hand around his neck and there’s a gurgle in the back of his throat. He flails, and I catch a glimpse of a gun the guy tried to grab. Callahan just takes it and shoves it into his gut.

The man’s eyes meet mine and I’m frozen.

I don’t know if Callahan notices, but he doesn’t turn.

“Here’s the thing. I want to know where he is. So I’m going to let you down and you can tell me.”

He does just that, but doesn’t release the man’s throat. And a terrible grin appears on the man’s mouth. He tries to speak and Callahan loosens his hold.

“Fuck you. Who’s the pretty girl? Piotyr will love her.”

“Paddy won’t be setting eyes on her,” Callahan growls. “You have one minute. Where’s Osinov staying?”

“Fuck you,” the man says.

“You’re really not my type,” Callahan says as the guy tries to get at something in his jacket. “And I wouldn’t.”

“Fuck you, the de Rosa name won’t protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting.”

The man lunges for something and Callahan moves so fast I’m almost turned on. He slams the guy’s hand against the wall and a switchblade clatters down.

“Minute’s almost up.”

The man doesn’t answer, and Callahan releases him. The man looks up. “You?—”

Callahan’s fist moves fast, drives up like a weapon, hard into the man’s throat. He gurgles, gasps, clutches his throat, and falls.

With a sigh, Callahan takes the guy’s feet and drags him behind the dumpster.

“Here. Now, Lucia.”

“How…” I stumble to him and I’m suddenly against that wall, and he kisses me so deep, I stop thinking. His mouth is ravenous, his kiss hot and hard and carnal. My body is still humming from what he did to me at the club, and this only adds fuel to the already smoldering fire.

“I saw you,” he says, breaking the kiss. He runs his hand between my legs, stroking my pussy and I shudder. “Fuck, if you weren’t a virgin…”

With that, he grabs me, tucks me under his arm, and leads me out, kissing my throat as we go, right as two people go past, giggling.

The limo pulls up and the door opens, light spilling out. I’m pushed inside and Callahan makes a call, then sends a text. “Cleanup crew on the way.”

“I tried to stop her, but?—”

“I’m aware Lucie’s a fucking handful.”

“You killed him?” Torin asks. “Did he tell you where Paddy is?”

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