Page 65 of Mafia Princess

“I have to go.”

“Yeah.” I roughed my hands through my hair and searched the bedroom. “Let me grab some clothes, and I’ll walk you out.”

“You don’t have—”

“I want to. Give me two minutes.”

I quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt, not bothering with shoes, and walked out of the apartment with her hand in mine—like a goddamn couple. We didn’t speak as we walked down the stairs, but somehow we didn’t need to. It felt solid enough between us not to bother with words, at least for now.

As we walked out the building, I swung her around and pushed my lips hard against hers, wanting one last taste before she left. God knew when I’d be able to see her again, but if this feeling inside my chest was anything to go by, I’d make sure it was soon.

Just as I swept my tongue against hers, a soft, delicate moan vibrated from her throat. Then she was ripped away from me, and the cold air assaulted my wet lips.

“What the fuck?”

Enzio had his fingers wrapped around her elbow and a motherfucking gun aimed at my head. “I told you, cop, I’m very possessive over what’s mine.”

My heart was no longer beating. It was pounding like it wanted to break through my ribs. Panic flared in my gut, and all I could think about was her, getting her away from him.

“Enzio, you motherfucker. Get your hands off her.”

He straightened his arm, bringing the muzzle of his gun closer to my head. “I warned you, but it seems like you have some masochistic tendencies.”

“Fuck you.”

Enzio pulled Karina tighter against his side, and she whimpered. “Enzio, let me go. What the hell are you doing?”

His gun was still aimed at me, his gaze on mine as he leaned to the side and dragged his filthy motherfucking tongue up her cheek.

The murderous rage that suddenly turned my vision to blood made me want to tear his fucking head off.

“I told you, little lamb,” Enzio said softly, “the day would come when I would finally claim what is rightfully mine.”

What the fuck?

“No,” Karina breathed out, her fear echoing in her voice.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Mancuso?” I balled my fists, trying my best to remain calm. If I learned anything during my time in the force, it was that anger didn’t help one fucking bit when you were on the receiving end of a gun.

“She didn’t tell you?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “She’s mine, Detective. I claimed her four years ago when she spread her legs for me with a single snap of my fingers.”

Karina gasped, and tears started to stream down her face, her entire body shaking. “Please stop, Enzio.”

I stepped forward. “Take your hands off her, or I swear to God I will kill you.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. A cop shouldn’t go around tossing threats freely. You could get into a lot of trouble for that.”

“And aiming a gun at someone’s head? You can go to prison for that.”

He laughed maniacally. “Who, me? No. I assure you, Detective, I have every avenue covered when it comes to keeping my ass out of jail.”

“I have no doubt about that.”

I was about two seconds away from leaping forward and ripping that goddamn gray suit off his ass. If I ever had the urge to murder someone with my bare hands, it was now.

Enzio pulled Karina behind him and stepped back. “Well, as much as I’d like to stay here and chit-chat, I have shit I need to do.”

My gaze moved to Karina, and she seemed defeated, like she had no choice but to keep still.Why is she not fighting him?

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