I’ll annihilate anyone who stands in my way.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
She tries to withdraw her hand, but I hold on to it tight, smirking as my eyes lower to her tempting mouth, and I wonder what she’d do if I slammed my lips onto hers and devoured her like I want to.
“Don Maltese! This is the height of disrespect to me.” An annoying gnat tugs on my arm, attempting to pull me away from the immortal beauty staring at me with a slight frown.
The feel of her small, warm, soft hand in mine sends a flood of heat scorching through my veins. If I’d get away with handcuffing her to me so she’d never leave my side, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
“Fiero.” Rico’s gravelly voice drags me kicking and screaming back into the land of the living. Noise returns like a thousand bongos hammering on my skull. “What are you doing?” he whispers in my ear.
“Let go of my wife,” Dominic Ferraro says, shoving his fat head all up in my personal space.
“You’re too old for her,” I blurt because I seem to have lost all control over my vocal cords.
“And you’re not? Is that the implication?” Shock mixes with disbelief and anger in his tone.
“I’m not implying anything,” I retort without looking at him. I’m merely stating facts even if few in our world would agree. It’s not that unusual to see an older made man with a much younger woman even if forced marriages are more a thing of the past now.
“You’re not that much younger than me,” he scoffs.
Try eight years, fuckface.Keeping a firm grip of his wife’s hand, I briefly eyeball the slimy toad blocking me from the woman of my fantasies. “I look decades younger, and that’s what really counts.”
I work out and take care of myself. I’m in the best shape of my life, and there isn’t an inch of fat anywhere on my body. Women trip over themselves to get to me whenever I show up at Club H, and I could have my pick of any woman if I wanted. I don’t indulge like I did in my youth because it’s lost its appeal, but I know I’m a catch. I’m fit and healthy, which is more than can be said for the whiskey-guzzling, red-faced jabroni huffing and puffing in front of me. I let my eyes purposely trail over his tight-fitting suit jacket, the button ready to pop where it’s straining to contain his considerable gut. He doesn’t even bother dying his hair to disguise the abundance of gray, and we won’t even talk about his body odor issue. There’s a reason I’ve kept my physical distance from the smelly fucker.
How is this woman married to him?It’s a travesty. I can’t imagine she leads a good life with this cretin, and it’s no wonder she has to plaster false smiles on her face. I’d want to throw myself off a roof if I was chained to this old fat fuck.
“Remove your hand from my wife, or we’ll have a big problem, Maltese.” Dominic narrows his eyes at me.
“It’s Don Maltese, and I’m quaking in my fucking boots.”
“Is there an issue here?” Don D’Onofrio asks, materializing on my left. It seems we’ve garnered some unwanted attention.
Reluctantly, I let Valentina’s hand go. I instantly feel bereft without her touch, and that should concern me, but it doesn’t. All I can think about is getting my hands all over her and making her mine. She hasn’t said anything, but she hasn’t dragged her gaze away from me, and it’s clear this chemistry is not one-sided.
“No issue.” I flash Vitto a signature grin before pinning Ferraro with a warning look. “Dom and I were just discussing a proposal, but it’s a private matter.”
Brief excitement flares in Dominic’s eyes before he conceals it. It’s no wonder he’s millions of dollars in debt. His poker face is shit.
Vitto looks to his underboss, and Dominic clears his throat. “It’s all good, boss. I was just introducing Valentina to Don Maltese.”
My gaze gravitates to hers again, and her eyes hold mine in silent challenge as we stare at one another, only breaking away when interrupted.
“Ah, yes.” Vitto’s soft gaze travels over Dominic’s wife, lingering on her chest for a few beats too long if you ask me.
My spine stiffens, and I level a glare on Don D’Onofrio, which he either doesn’t notice or he purposely ignores as he leans down and kisses Valentina on each cheek. “It’s great to see you. I hope you are well. We’ve missed you.”
“I’m well, thank you,” she purrs in a voice dripping with sex.
My cock jerks behind my zipper, and tingles of desire ghost over every part of my body.
Fuck. Me.
Everything about this woman turns me on like no woman has ever before.
“You should meet Diana for coffee next week. I know she’d love to catch up.”
“I’d like that.” Valentina flashes a wide fake smile at her don that he wholeheartedly laps up because he’s a fucking schmuck when it comes to beautiful women.
