Page 32 of Fighting Mr. Knight

I keep my face stoic. “My mum’s family is Mafia. Dad worked for the Kray brothers and they wanted to broker a deal between the Italians and the East End mob.”

Her eyes widen. “So, the stories are true.”

I chuckle. She’s fun to play with. “That’s why you need to let me lead. I’m pretty dangerous.”

She purses her lips. “You’re bullshitting me.”

“My mum came to England. Worked as a nurse and lived in a flat with other nurses in Hackney.” I grin. “Met my dad in a pub. Back then he was a bit of a looker. Like myself so you can only imagine.” My grin widens. “That was enough to keep her in England. That’s the story. No mafia. No mob. Just a man who met a woman and knew she was the one.”

“You almost sound like a romantic.”

I laugh. “Why do you sound so suspicious?”

“Just. . .nothing.” She shrugs. “Can you speak Italian?”

“Sei la donna più accattivante della stanza.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re the most captivating woman in the room.”

She makes a face. “Sounds like a well-used line. I hope you know more than the chat-up lines.”

“Sono ferito. I’m wounded. I don’t use lines.” Seven billion pounds usually does the trick. “No need. I’m telling it like I see it.”

She’s not convinced.

Her lips match the stone around her neck. Blood red. Lips perfect for kissing. She stares up at me, lips parted in a strange blend of malevolence and innocence that could freeze the balls off a man.

What I wouldn’t do to have those big blue eyes staring at me as she wraps her pouty lips around my cock.

It’s imagery I could do without right now.

Thankfully, she interrupts my filthy thoughts. “Did you have something to do with the mosaic being put back up?”

“Nope,” I lie. “I think my aunt saw sense.”

Her expression says she doesn’t believe me, but she doesn’t push it. She loosens her grip on my neck and slides her hands over my shoulders to settle on my chest.

Her thumb gently brushes over my nipple ring through my white shirt.

I stifle the groan in my throat. “Darlin’, you shouldn’t do that,” I warn her gruffly.

“Do what?”

I cock a brow. Bonnie knows exactly what she’s doing.

Her fingers brush my nipple ring then rest there for a moment making my nipple harden. Then she tugs on the ring. Almost like she’s annoyed with me.

Fuck.

Any harder and that will hurt.

My breath jerks. “Easy, Viking.”

Everyone is watching. My workers, my aunt, my sisters,my mum, for God’s sake. This is neither the time nor the place.

“Viking?”

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