All Chapters of The Skull King: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Heath lingered behind for a second. “If they think you’re gonna change your mind, they’re idiots.”I would never give up Cassini, no matter what kind of sob story they could tell. “Get out.”Heath flipped me off before he walked out.A moment later, Case and Dirk entered. The door shut behind them, and two men guarded the door, both armed and ready to kill them if they made a move against me. Case wore a black leather jacket, and Dirk wore a long-sleeved olive shirt. They possessed the classic Italian features that Cassini also had. If all three of them appeared on a Christmas card, they would look like a beautiful family.The topless bartender appeared and gave the guys two glasses of scotch. She replaced my drink even though I was only halfway finished. Then she disappeared and gave us our privacy.Case didn’t touch his drink. His green eyes were full of irritation—all of which was directed at me.Dirk was just as cold.“You’re wasting your time, boys.” I shook the ice cubes before

My Hummer stopped and I hopped out, my men doing the same. They held their rifles with bulletproof vests strapped across their chests. All I had was the pistol tucked into the back of my jeans.Hunter stared at me, his blue eyes focused and defensive. His arms hung by his sides, and his pistol was visible on his hip. He surveyed the scene in front of him with a powerful face, but there was no denying the tightness of his facial features. The lights posted around the property made everything easily visible. We got lucky we’d arrived just when they put the product into the van for distribution.My shoes crunched against the gravel as I made my way toward him. The sound of each step filled the tense silence. When I reached him, I could see just how annoyed he was. Minutes ago, he was carefree and happy. But now he knew he was in serious shit. “Hunter.”“Balto.” He stepped closer to me and placed his hands on his hips. “This is quite an entrance.”“Skull Kings are a bit dramatic. But effe

“Balto didn’t tell me what?”“Man, he really is ashamed of me, huh?” He shook his head. “That asshole.”I held the gun steady and tried not to be distracted by his words. It could all be a ploy for me to lose my concentration.“I only came up here to introduce myself. You’ve been alone for like four days, so I thought you could use the company.”My finger remained on the trigger. “You call that an introduction? You complimented my legs then dragged your fingers down my arm.”“Again, you’re a beautiful woman. I had a momentarily lapse in judgment. You should take it as a compliment. Besides, I’ve been in prison for the last six months. All I can think about is women.”Good thing I had the gun. “I wonder why Balto didn’t mention you…when you’re so delightful.”“I am delightful. We just got off on the wrong foot.”“I’m about to shoot you in the foot.” I changed my aim to his shoe.“Sweetheart, I can tell you’ve never fired a gun in your life. So just put it down—”“Just because I’ve neve

I loved feeling him fill me. I never enjoyed it so much with another man. Every time he emptied himself in my pussy it was like having a micro-orgasm. I loved watching him feel pleasure, loved seeing him experience the same high I received.When his cock started to soften, he pulled out.The come dripped everywhere.He admired it before he rolled over and lay on his back.Now it was evening, around the time I would normally go to sleep. I hadn’t been sleeping well with him gone, so I knew I would crash hard tonight.He stayed on his side of the bed as the sweat evaporated from his skin. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal, and he closed his eyes as he relaxed.I pulled the sheets to my shoulders and turned on my side, so comfortable that I could fall asleep that very moment. But my eyes stayed open so I could look at him, admire all those muscles. Even when he was relaxed, he was still so tight.He must have felt me staring at him because he turned his head to look at me. “Like w

“And don’t go up there again.”He nodded. “Fine. But what if I need to talk to her?”“Why would you need to talk to her?”“I don’t know, because we’re neighbors? Because she’s my brother’s girlfriend? Because—”“She’s not my girlfriend.” I kept my voice simple, but my tone deepened. I hated that phrase, that label. It was a term teenagers used. I was no teenager. I was a fucking man. I was a Skull King. The only phrase that actually meant something to me was wife—and I would never have a wife. A woman was either nothing or something. There was no in-between.“Then what is she?”“A woman I’m fucking.”Heath rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say. You’ve never fucked a single woman for two months.”“But I’ve never been with the wife of my enemy.”He shook his head. “You were fucking her long before that. You can pretend that’s the reason, but we both know that’s bullshit. She knows it’s bullshit too.”“She said that?” If that woman suspected she actually meant something to me, I had a serio