Page 2 of His Queen

Alexius walks right up, putting himself between Nunzio and me, but I don’t lower my weapon. His blue eyes shimmer like fucking rhinestones, and I’m tempted to call him a pussy for wanting to stop me from sending this Ferrero fucker to hell, but even I know name-calling won’t help the situation.

“Get out of my way, Alexius.”

“Lower you goddamn gun, man.”

“No,” Nunzio interrupts. “Please, keep it aimed at me until someone walks out of that club. I’d love to have a witness who can spread the word of your hostility toward a man who has offered nothing but peace between our families even after you killed his cousin.”

“Who attempted to rape my wife!” I clench my jaw, pressing down harder on the trigger. Just the thought of Felix’s brain splattered all over the fucking parking lot motivates me to not give a fuck what my brother says and just shoot this asshole.

“This is exactly what he wants, Nicoli. He wants you to fuck up so he’s no longer in our debt. Don’t you see that?”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“You should! You should give a shit because if you do something stupid here, every one of us will be caught up in this war, including her!” Alexius points over my shoulder at Mirabella, and it’s like ice gets dumped all over my fucking face. “Now, take your wife and go home. I’ll deal with this.”

I glare at my brother. “Fine,” I concede with a sneer and pull Mirabella closer, tucking her against me. “Just know that I don’t particularly like you right now, brother.”

“Why? Because you know I’m right?”

“Yes.” I spit out the word like it’s a razor blade. “And I really, really, reeeeeally want to kill this bastard.” I shoot Nunzio a warning stare, and the fucker simply smirks. But I see it. I see the disappointment in his eyes. Alexius is right. Nunzio wants us to fuck up so he no longer has to lick our asses.

“One day,” I mutter at him, a threat and a promise all rolled into one.

One day…I will kill that motherfucker.

CHAPTERTWO

MIRABELLA

“Keep still.”

“I would if you’d stop touching me.”

“I’m not touching you.”

“It feels like you are.” I pull at the restraints that have my wrists tied to the chair. The silk blindfold is soft against my cheeks, and I see nothing but black. “Where are you?”

“I’m right here.” His voice is low, husky, a tenor I’m slowly growing addicted to hearing.

“How long are you going to keep me in this chair?”

“For as long as I want.”

“You better not be jerking off because I expect to get dick as a reward for sitting here for over an hour.”

“It’s been ten minutes.”

“It feels like sixty.”

The air against my exposed pussy is cool, but my slit is hot and wet. I’m spread wide in the chair, naked, except for the leather straps wrapped around my upper thighs and tied to the feet of the chair. It keeps my legs splayed open and held down for his viewing pleasure.

“You’re so impatient, Hummingbird.” I can practically hear the smirk in his tone.

I squirm in my seat, the velvet of the cushioned chair rubbing against my pussy, sending a delicious thrill through me, intensifying my arousal.

“You’re enjoying that chair far too much.”

“Just like you’re enjoying the view, it seems.” God, I wish I could see him.

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