บททั้งหมดของ The Butcher - A Mafia romance : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

My heart started to drum like it always did when he was near, like he was right at the back of my neck, his breaths across my skin. There was something about him that made me uneasy and the most comfortable I’d ever been at the same time. I didn’t say anything, unsure how to respond to such assertiveness.Where are you?The bar.His dots were long gone.I suspected he was on his way here, that in a couple minutes, he would be the only customer at the bar. I put on a fake smile and did my best to look like everyone else, but I knew it would be impossible to do that when he was across from me. I’d quickly learned that it was easier to lie to strangers than to people you knew.Less than ten minutes later, he walked inside, dressed in all black, his short sleeves showing all his muscles and the black ink over his thick arms, the cords down his forearms, the images of skulls and snakes and scorpions on his beautiful skin.His eyes were on me the moment he walked in. He moved for where I st

He pulled the blankets over us before he slid below, yanking my panties off before he pressed his kiss against the warmest part of my body.I sucked in a breath as I arched my back, the duvet cover at my shoulders to keep me warm, the bison-sized man underneath the sheets so stifling hot, he acted as a heater to warm the entire bed and me with it.His arms hooked underneath my thighs, and he kissed my lips as hard as he kissed my mouth, with a possessiveness that made me feel like I was his even though I was technically married to someone else.I moaned in the dark, one hand moving to the headboard behind me, my fingers on the other grasping his short hair beneath the covers. I quickly forgot about the cold when he did incredible things with his mouth, when he kissed me like it was an honor rather than an obligation. I felt it fast, felt the heat roll over the hills and head straight for me. “Wait, stop.”Instead of ignoring me and doing what he wanted, he moved up my body, kissing my

I knew she was at work, so I stopped by Silencio after getting shit done. Her tits were perky as hell in her little top, and she had long hair in a high ponytail that gave her an oomph of attitude that was hot as fuck.A guy seated at the bar had eyes for her too, because when she turned around to grab a bottle from a high shelf, he stared straight at her ass.I would have done the same if I were him, but she was my woman as far as I was concerned.She came back to where he sat and poured him his drink. “Can I get you anything else?”“A phone number would be nice.”She chuckled—actually chuckled like it was fucking ridiculous—and her brush-off was so ice-cold I didn’t even need to do anything.His face went pale. I could see it in the mirror. He shut up and drank from his glass, his face red from his bruised ego.I took a seat a few chairs down.After she handed him his tab, she spotted me, and a smile brighter than the lights of Paris hit me like the spotlight from the Eiffel Tower.

“Yes.” Most people chose to mold the truth into the version they wanted it to be, but I’d never tampered with it. Being brutally honest and accepting the consequences of that was far easier to me.She held my stare for a second before she dipped her bread into the bowl again, doing her best to get whatever drops remained. She asked no follow-up questions to my answer. It was unclear if she was jealous about that—or if she cared at all.This woman was something else.“You said you kill people. Can I ask you more about that?”“Go ahead, sweetheart.”When she realized the soup was all gone, she gave me her full attention. “Does that mean you’re a hit man? Someone people hire to kill the people they hate?”“No.”Her eyes narrowed in confusion, but she didn’t ask me to elaborate.“Have you ever heard of the Fifth Republic Conspiracy?”She considered the question before she shook her head. “No.”“Well, it’s not a conspiracy—it’s the truth,” I said. “There are two levels of the Senate, the S

He smirked before he walked into the bathroom. He showered, and I fixed myself up, washing away the smeared makeup that made me look like I had two black eyes. I didn’t want to wear my skirt and my skintight top during breakfast, so I took one of his shirts and put on the pair of socks he’d taken off the night before. They stretched all the way to my knees, black like the shirt that fit me like a loose blanket.Gerard had set the table in the other room. It was overcast and a little windy, so we didn’t sit on the terrace. I took a seat before Bastien, who was putting on some clothes in his bedroom. I’d just poured myself a cup of coffee when my phone lit up with a text message from Adrien.I need to speak with you.Just seeing his name on the screen pissed me off. I was having a beautiful morning with a gorgeous man who gave out orgasms like candy on Halloween—and the last thing I wanted to do was think about the man who wasted my goddamn time. Fuck off.Fleur, come on.Go fuck yourse