Page 13 of Mafia Captor

“We got to know one another on the plane ride. She’s really sweet. Why do you want her?” His brow knits. “You don’t even know her.”

“Neither do you,” I say.

“She’s cute though. I really liked her profile. As I said, she’s sweet.” His jaw clicks, and his eyes dart to the left. It’s just a split second but the break in eye contact is enough for me to know he’s considering a deal.

I put my finger back on the trigger. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck, gaze falling to the floor. He’s thinking about it, but he’s feeling guilty. I told you—he’s the good guy. “That seems pretty cold, to just walk away from her.”

“Don’t worry,” I say. “I’ll warm her up.”

He gives a laugh, shaking his head in that Boss-is-so-deplorable kinda way I’m used to. “I don’t know, man. This is weird.”

“Let’s see.” I glance up at the ceiling, taking my time. My heart beats faster. Time’s running out. I need him out of here before she comes back out. I know the one thing he won’t turn down. I go in for the kill. “The Lambo.”

He loves that car. It was the one he was “borrowing” the one time he ever got pulled over.

“You’re shitting me.” His eyes widen, searching my face to see if I’m serious. “A 769-HP Lamborghini Aventador LP780-4 Ultimae in exchange for my date?”

“Yes.” I lower my voice, my eyes glued to the door. She’s going to be walking out of there any moment. “The keys are in the drawer by the garage. Help yourself.”

“Sounds good.” He wants to jump on the deal. I know he does. His damn eyes look like a kid’s at Christmas. But he’s calculating. He pauses, strokes his jawline, milking this for all it’s worth. “But I feel bad—”

“It is a really, really nice car. Maybe I should keep it.”

He laughs, throwing his hands in the air, and steps back in surrender. “Okay! Okay! I know better than to let a deal like that sit on the counter too long.”

I need him gone. Five minutes ago, gone. “Take the car and get the hell out of here.”

“Take care of her, brother.” He’s practically skipping down the hall. He calls over his shoulder, “You’re going to tell me what this is all about later, right?”

“Nope.”

His laughter echoes down the hall as he disappears around the corner.

And I’m back to the hunt.

I glance up at Uncle Leon. “Let’s try this again, shall we? And I meant what I said about the Adam’s apple. It’s a serious pain in my ass.”

Leon gives me a stare of disapproval from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. I ignore him. My heart goes to double time as I prepare my second attempt at abduction. My fingers grip the frame.

I tug on the frame. Nothing happens. I tug again. The damn thing is stuck. I drop my hand just as Ashely steps out of the restroom. Her gaze is down, a hand towel blotting at her dress. Miraculously, she’s gotten the dark red stain out.

Slowly, she realizes she’s not alone. Sensing my presence, her gaze rises, her eyes locking on mine.

Blood rushes to my cock. I shift my weight, running a hand through my hair. “Hello, Ashely.”

She takes me in, from my black clothing to the ink that covers my body, her gaze resting on the tattoo on my face.

“Who,” she says, fear making her voice tremble, “are you?”

Your worst nightmare?Notthe man of your dreams? Your stalker?

The rising blood throbs through my cock, unquenched desire tightening my belly. Wanting to taste her, the tip of my tongue strokes my lip.

“I’m Boss,” I say. “And now, we’re going to fuck.”

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