Page 12 of Mafia Princess

About five years ago, the heat on my father and his activitieswas pretty intense. Until the Mancusos moved in on what my dad called ourterritory. Then the heat got worse as the Mancusos started wreaking havoc on the streets. I wasn’t exactly sure what they did, but by the way my dad and brothers always cursed whenever the subject of the Mancusos came up, I’d say it was pretty bad shit.

Still scrolling down Lorik’s page, I decided there wasn’t much else to see—or to stalk. So, I went back to my page, contemplating whether I should remove Lorik Stone as a follower. He was probably using it to keep tabs on me, watching me, waiting for me to slip up so he could get what he wanted—incriminating shit on my family. Plus, now he knew ninety percent of my status updates were bullshit anyway. What if he called me out on it?

While I stared at the screen, a notification popped up sayingLorik Stone commented on your post.Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

I slid my finger across the screen and read his comment on my check-in at the Skin Spa in New York.

Was it worth it?

What the hell did that even mean? I knew I shouldn’t, and I hardly ever replied to comments, but I couldn’t help myself.

Quickly I typed,Was what worth it?

About three minutes went by before another notification popped up.

The twenty-five minute treatment.

I knew he was talking about the twenty-five minutes I was stuck down in that damn interrogation room with him. The urge to reply to his last comment was so overwhelming, and my fingers started to burn with the need to type a snotty reply…something likefuck you!But I didn’t.

Instead, I opened my messenger app and started typing a message to Lorik Stone.

Karina: I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t put my public image in jeopardy. Karina.

First, why the fuck was I doing this? Why was I even dignifying this asshole’s lame attempt at contact with giving him exactly what he wanted—contact?

And second, why the hell did I put my name in the end? This was Facebook Messenger, not a damn text message. Besides, something told me if it was a text message, Detective Stone would know it was from me. He probably had my phone number memorized.

There was a soft sound of bubbles popping, and I looked down, staring at the little text bubble appearing just below my message.Lorik is typing a message,and I am struggling to breathe. Seriously.

And in popped his message.

Lorik: I’m not trying to do anything. You’re putting your public image in jeopardy yourself by lying about your whereabouts.

My fingers flew over the screen quicker than you could say “arrogant son of a bitch.”

Karina: I’m giving all my followers what they want.

Lorik: And what’s that?

Karina: A glimpse into the life of someone they see as nothing more than a rich princess with not a care in the world while she lives the highlife. I’m letting them experience it all, if only for a few damn seconds while they read that post and admire the picture.

I was angry, and I was annoyed. How dared he think he had me all figured out, when, in fact, he had no goddamned clue?

Another text bubble appeared, and when the message came up on the screen, I had to read it twice.

Lorik: I know you’re much more than just a rich princess.

He was playing the nice guy card, pretending he understood all my fucking problems. Unfortunately for him, I was smarter than that.

Karina: Well, thanks, Dr. Phil. Now leave me alone.

The text bubble appeared again, but then it was gone. Appeared again, and then gone again. I watched for about five minutes as he started and stopped, a message never showing up. Until finally…

Lorik: What if I don’t want to, princess?

An image of his dark eyes slid into my mind. The way it felt having him so close to me, almost pinning me against the door, his warm breath wafting over my already burning cheeks. No use denying it. That man hit all the right buttons, playing every sensual impulse inside me like a fucking fiddle. And I wasn’t even sure he was doing it on purpose. I thought for a man like him, it came naturally. Lust and sex just bled out of him, infecting you with the most intense carnal desires like a damn virus. And it kept on spreading through every vein, every bone, until you ended up craving him more than any other type of drug.

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