All Chapters of The Skull King: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stood in the entryway and loosened my watch from around my wrist. I pulled my gun from the back of my jeans and tossed it on the counter. The ring on my left hand was heavy, but I never took it off. It was much too valuable to leave lying around. “I’m gonna shower, then I’ll be gone for most of the evening.”She was about to take a drink, but she lowered the beer back to her thigh. “Where are you going?”I didn’t bother answering her question. I would come and go all the time, and I refused to explain my whereabouts to someone I owned. She had no rights, no opinion. She was like a dog. Her job was to stay home and wait for me to come home. I walked into the hallway.“Uh, hello?”I looked at her over my shoulder.“Are you going to answer me?”I hardly gave her a glance before I kept walking. “I don’t answer anyone. That includes you.”3BaltoI sat on my throne with a scotch in my hand. The men drank at the tables around the bar, laughing and talking while the strippers danced around

He stepped closer to the couch, still staring at me with predatory eyes. He didn’t say a word, choosing to let the silence speak for him.I spoke first. “You’re out late.” Accusation was in my voice, even though he didn’t owe me anything. Even if I weren’t his prisoner, he could come and go as he pleased without explaining his whereabouts. If I had my freedom, I would never tell him about my plans.“Why are you still awake?”The bed was comfortable, and I could set the temperature to whatever I wanted. Comfort definitely wasn’t the problem. I had no idea what the problem even was. “Couldn’t sleep.”“Why is that?”I held his gaze and didn’t come up with an answer.“My men on the ground are the best I have. They’re not gonna let anyone near this building. And even if someone managed to get through, they aren’t going to make it up here. So you have nothing to worry about.”That should have eased my mind, but it didn’t.Balto kept watching me. “Not good enough, huh?”“Are you gone every n

5CassiniWhen I woke up the next day, it was past noon.I didn’t get to sleep until five, and since I had nothing to do during the day, I just slept in as long as I wanted. I hopped in the shower and got ready for the day then headed into the kitchen in search of food.Balto stood in front of the stove, cooking a piece of salmon with asparagus. He wore black sweatpants with workout shoes, and his bare chest and back were slick with sweat. A plastic gallon jug half filled with water was on the counter beside him. His skin was tinted red from all the blood pumping in his veins. Even the back of his neck was coated in sweat. I stood there for a moment and admired him.He didn’t turn around as he addressed me. “Want me to make you some?”I didn’t want a piece of salmon and vegetables. I’d just woken up, so I would probably make a bowl of cereal. “No thanks. How was your workout?”“Tough as hell.” He slid the food onto a plate and left the dirty pan on the stove. When he turned around, hi

“Proof?” I couldn’t torture and kill a man without being certain. The world respected me because I was fair and just. Only if you were truly guilty would you be put to death. If I killed an innocent man, it would make me seem stupid and careless. Men believed in my verdicts, so they had to always be accurate. Besides, I didn’t want to kill a man who made me money.“I don’t have any. It’s just what I’ve seen.”It was hard to get proof without sticking out your neck too far. When my spies reported information to me, I knew they were legitimate. They couldn’t always provide me paperwork, photos, or recordings, but that didn’t make it untrue. “I’ll look into it.” All I had to do was stop by unexpectedly and take a look myself. If I found something, I’d finish the job then and there. If I didn’t find something, it would scare them so much they would take advantage of their second chance to do the right thing. “How much is he skimming?”“I know he bagged ten during his last deal. But he onl

7CassiniWhen I saw that lipstick on his neck, I flipped a switch.Imagining some woman dragging her tongue up and down his body pissed me off. I was sleeping on the couch waiting for him to come home while some other woman was sinking her claws into him.I shouldn’t care, but I wasn’t going to pretend that I didn’t.He said nothing happened, but I didn’t know if I could believe him. He was a man of his word, a man who wasn’t afraid to do whatever he wanted. He snuck into Lucian’s house to fuck me without caring about getting caught. He didn’t care about anything. So why should he care about being with other women? Why would he lie? I was his prisoner regardless of whether or not he pissed me off. Whether or not there were other women in his bed didn’t change the fact that I belonged to him.I was angry with him anyway. I believed him the first time, but the sight of that lipstick made my skin burn like it was on fire.I didn’t leave my room the entire day because I didn’t want to se