Page 5 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“I need to speak to my brother, then I’m going,” she mutters.
“Who’s your brother?” I follow her gaze to one of the barmen. “Ah, Noah.”
She jolts. “You know him?”
“You could say that,” I say dryly. I’m his boss. I know all my staff. “I’m Finn, by the way.”
The colour promptly drains from her face and for the first time in my life, I regret everything that I am.
Notorious womaniser from my younger years. A billionaire and a businessman, yes, and also a mafia boss who deals in power and blood and illegal trade.
If this girl would look at me again like she did from across the room before she knew my name, shyly curious, I’d give it all up in a heartbeat. I’d rewind time and be a better man, knowing it was worth the wait for her.
But I can’t though.
She’s clearly much younger than me, and that makes me wretched. I should fund research into a time machine, or some anti-ageing shite. I should walk away, and leave her to her innocence.
I don’t think I can.
“You’re the kingpin of Kilburn.” She swallows the last word.
“And you are…?”
“Millie.”
The name I will be repeating as I orgasm tonight is cute.
“Grand to meet you,” I manage to say. How can I get her home with me, right away? Normally, I have smooth words. I’ve even used cheesy pick-up lines or outright demands with perfect success. If I crooked my finger, they came.
Except this girl.
It has never mattered before, and now it does. I have no charm. No moves.
“What do you do?” I ask, like a lemon.
“I’m a nurse.” Her gaze flicks between me and her brother, who is serving a customer. He’s an unassuming guy, but I suddenly have reason to check up on him.
“He’ll be off shift in a couple of hours. Come and have a drink with me while you wait.” I glance across at Richmond. His expression is thunder.
Fine. I can do without the London Mafia Syndicate. It seemed fun and profitable, but so is starring in porn, and I’m not going to do that either.
“I can’t… I have to…” An expression I don’t understand crosses her face. Some sort of distress. “I have to talk with him.”
“What’s the matter?” I suppress the urge to raise my hand and get her brother over with a snap of my fingers. I don’t want her running off, and I need to hear why she’s upset, so I can fix it. “Tell me.”
“No, it…” She pauses, and an idea dawns on her, as transparent as the morning sky. “Maybe I shouldn’t. I won’t…”
“What is it?” My voice goes low and firm, like when I’m demanding answers from one of my men.
“I thought I should tell him off for something…” She bites her pretty, plush bottom lip.
“Tell him off for what?” I demand. I can’t help her if I don’t understand what the issue is, and if I’m wrecking the whole deal with Richmond for this girl, I need to know everything.
“But actually, it’ll be better not to right now. I’ll speak to him about it when… Can you not let him know I was here?” She slides from the stool and my heart clenches at how tiny she is compared to me. Five-foot and a bit to my six-foot-five.
“I won’t tell him, but?—”
“I have to go.” She’s already moving away, and I clench my fist to prevent myself from snatching her to me. Can’t scare my pet.
