His Hostage: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Willow Winters
they came through. I deleted them without even looking, but he hasn’t forgotten.
She knew it was only for one night. Desperation doesn’t look good on anyone, and I’m not the kind of guy who commits. I frown, thinking about how she should have more respect for herself. I told her I didn’t want a relationship. It was a quick, dirty fuck and that’s it. It was months ago. Thank fuck she finally let it go and moved on to someone else.
Secondly, my portfolio isn’t stupid shit. It’s a moneymaker. A real fucking good moneymaker that rivals what I get from the familia . But Joe’s not gonna get that. Most of these guys will never understand. They don’t want any responsibility, or have any ambition. They want easy work where they don’t have to learn a damn thing, just listen to orders. And that’s why I’m the underboss, and not any of them. If you’re not hungry for success, you’ll never get it.
A grin grows across my face as I watch the door open and see a beautiful blonde walk in like she belongs here. This is a small town, but she's not someone I've seen around town before. I let my eyes drift down her body in absolute appreciation. She’s wearing a thin, cream colored camisole and tight jean shorts. There’s a sweet innocence radiating from her. Her waist is narrow, but her hips are wide. She's got one hell of a cute little pear-shaped body. It’s a body that could take a punishing fuck. My dick hardens just thinking about gripping onto those hips.
I readjust my cock and take a look around the room. The other guys notice, but they don’t show it. It’s only us and the sweet little blonde here now. Technically this restaurant is a public place. People come here to get an inside look, but it's not like we’d actually do some shit here. We hardly even use the freezer room anymore. Hardly. There’s some shit going on in the back room right now, and that’s why I’m forced to sit here and make sure it doesn’t get out of hand. It's not as if my cousins can’t handle the job on their own. I know they can. But I have to wait here till they’re done.
She smiles looking around the room, and her eyes light up as she quickly strides to take a seat across from me. It prompts a small chuckle from me. She obviously takes delight in the little things. I like that.
The people in this town don’t come in that often anymore. They know my Pops is Don. Everyone knows it, but no one can prove it. I look to my left and see Joe smile as he watches the sweet little blonde scoot into the booth across from us. Joe can back the fuck off, that pussy is mine.
I grin at her being so damn cute and shy. She obviously has no idea that she’s walked into the mafia headquarters. A low, deep chuckle vibrates my chest as she blushes and covers her face. Sweet. She’s a definite sweetheart; I like it. Sweetheart.
She’s looking around like a waitress is gonna come and give her a menu. I look over to Brant. He knows the drill. He should be getting his ass up and playing the part. It takes a minute for him to put down his phone and walk over to her with a forced smile. Little shit. He’s only 17 and doesn’t do much for the family, for obvious reasons. He should be thrilled to wait on a woman like that. Maybe the prick's hormones haven’t hit him yet.
I give her a minute to get adjusted. I nearly laugh when I see her disappointed expression viewing the laptop screen and then watch her eyes search the room. She’s upset about the Wi-Fi. How freaking cute. I can practically hear her every thought. She’s so easy to read. So expressive. I bet she’d be that way in bed, too.
At that thought, I stand up and walk over to her. No time like the present. I know I’m going to be interrupting, but I don’t wait. I’m an impatient prick. When I want something, I go for it. And I sure as fuck want her.
“Whatcha doing here, sweetheart?” My little prey jumps upright and her hand flies to her chest. I restrain myself from
She knew it was only for one night. Desperation doesn’t look good on anyone, and I’m not the kind of guy who commits. I frown, thinking about how she should have more respect for herself. I told her I didn’t want a relationship. It was a quick, dirty fuck and that’s it. It was months ago. Thank fuck she finally let it go and moved on to someone else.
Secondly, my portfolio isn’t stupid shit. It’s a moneymaker. A real fucking good moneymaker that rivals what I get from the familia . But Joe’s not gonna get that. Most of these guys will never understand. They don’t want any responsibility, or have any ambition. They want easy work where they don’t have to learn a damn thing, just listen to orders. And that’s why I’m the underboss, and not any of them. If you’re not hungry for success, you’ll never get it.
A grin grows across my face as I watch the door open and see a beautiful blonde walk in like she belongs here. This is a small town, but she's not someone I've seen around town before. I let my eyes drift down her body in absolute appreciation. She’s wearing a thin, cream colored camisole and tight jean shorts. There’s a sweet innocence radiating from her. Her waist is narrow, but her hips are wide. She's got one hell of a cute little pear-shaped body. It’s a body that could take a punishing fuck. My dick hardens just thinking about gripping onto those hips.
I readjust my cock and take a look around the room. The other guys notice, but they don’t show it. It’s only us and the sweet little blonde here now. Technically this restaurant is a public place. People come here to get an inside look, but it's not like we’d actually do some shit here. We hardly even use the freezer room anymore. Hardly. There’s some shit going on in the back room right now, and that’s why I’m forced to sit here and make sure it doesn’t get out of hand. It's not as if my cousins can’t handle the job on their own. I know they can. But I have to wait here till they’re done.
She smiles looking around the room, and her eyes light up as she quickly strides to take a seat across from me. It prompts a small chuckle from me. She obviously takes delight in the little things. I like that.
The people in this town don’t come in that often anymore. They know my Pops is Don. Everyone knows it, but no one can prove it. I look to my left and see Joe smile as he watches the sweet little blonde scoot into the booth across from us. Joe can back the fuck off, that pussy is mine.
I grin at her being so damn cute and shy. She obviously has no idea that she’s walked into the mafia headquarters. A low, deep chuckle vibrates my chest as she blushes and covers her face. Sweet. She’s a definite sweetheart; I like it. Sweetheart.
She’s looking around like a waitress is gonna come and give her a menu. I look over to Brant. He knows the drill. He should be getting his ass up and playing the part. It takes a minute for him to put down his phone and walk over to her with a forced smile. Little shit. He’s only 17 and doesn’t do much for the family, for obvious reasons. He should be thrilled to wait on a woman like that. Maybe the prick's hormones haven’t hit him yet.
I give her a minute to get adjusted. I nearly laugh when I see her disappointed expression viewing the laptop screen and then watch her eyes search the room. She’s upset about the Wi-Fi. How freaking cute. I can practically hear her every thought. She’s so easy to read. So expressive. I bet she’d be that way in bed, too.
At that thought, I stand up and walk over to her. No time like the present. I know I’m going to be interrupting, but I don’t wait. I’m an impatient prick. When I want something, I go for it. And I sure as fuck want her.
“Whatcha doing here, sweetheart?” My little prey jumps upright and her hand flies to her chest. I restrain myself from
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