Alle Kapitel von The Banker: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

He stared at me for a long time, his powerful gaze drilling into mine without a single blink. If this was how he stared down his clients, it was no surprise he always got what he wanted. A man was truly powerful if he could negotiate in silence. That was something I learned from my father, but Cato was a better example of it. “How was work?”My job at the gallery was so simple it was boring sometimes. “Good. I’ve found a few pieces for your home. I’ll show you the next time you’re available.”“I’m always available for you.”My pulse quickened even more. “I’ll bring them by tomorrow afternoon, then.”“Alright. Pack a bag.”The only time I’d slept over had been awkward. I was in a hurry to get out of there, but he wanted me to stay. I’d remained detached and indifferent, and that attitude worked well. It made Cato more interested. Perhaps if I hadn’t been that way, I never would have been special to him. “Should I just barge in?”When he smiled, he looked so ridiculously handsome. It wa

“Oh my god. Your bed is so comfy.” I rolled over three times and made it to the edge of the bed. Then I rolled back toward him.“You’ve been in my bed before.” He lay on his back with his head against the pillow, his hard physique lined with all the bulging muscles of his body. Despite his criminal ways, he wasn’t covered in scars. He didn’t have a bullet wound in his shoulder like I did.“But I was too busy getting fucked to enjoy it.”I cuddled into his side and slipped my leg between his. “How do you get up in the morning?”“Easy. I think about you.” He moved his fingers through my hair and grinned.I gave him a playful slap. “Perv.”“I’m a perv?” he asked. “I don’t wipe away a man’s come as it drips down my thighs then lick it.”“That doesn’t make me a perv. I just didn’t want it to go to waste.”“I’m glad you think my come is so valuable.” His hand cupped the back of my head as he turned on his side. He faced me and pressed his forehead against mine, his hard chest pushing agains

18SIENAThe nausea got worse because the guilt started to crush me.I couldn’t believe I was going to do this.Cato didn’t deserve this.I threw up every morning for three days because the dread was killing me. I had to choose between my father and Cato, and the choice seemed obvious. But that didn’t make me feel better about my decision.It only made me feel worse.I’d just finished making dinner in the kitchen when the front door opened. Now I knew it wasn’t Damien, so the only person who could barge into my house was Cato. His heavy footfalls were unmistakable.“I’m in the kitchen.” I turned off the stove and put the meal on two plates.He rounded the corner and came toward me, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His suits looked flawless on him, but the thin cotton of his shirt was much better. Showed off his chiseled forearms. When he spotted me, he stilled, his head slightly cocked and his eyes narrowed. It was the same intense look he always gave me. It just seemed a little deeper th

And I cared about him.I’m sorry, Father. I slowed the car down until it came to a stop in the middle of the street. There were fields around us and homes in the distance. The sky was too beautiful for a tragedy to happen today. Both of my hands were still on the wheel as the self-loathing hit me. I hated myself for turning my back on my father, but it was his fault he was there. I’d told him to walk away from the business—but he didn’t listen.“What is it?” His voice was particularly cold, a direct contrast to the summer heat.I turned the wheel and turned the car around. “Cato, there’s something I need to tell you.”From the left came a squadron of black cars, along with a tank in the front. An actual tank. They turned the corner in the road, hidden from my view just a moment ago when I drove in the opposite direction. “Oh my god.” I slammed on the brakes, and my eyes went to the rearview mirror. A brigade exited the cemetery and came this way, a string of equally armored cars.We w

1SienaMen collected my things from the house and brought them to the three-story mansion in Tuscany. They took all my clothes and whatever essentials they thought were necessary.I wasn’t given a choice in the matter.My house would stand there uninhabited. Landon would eventually realize I was missing and Cato was still alive. He would probably assume I was dead until he heard the rumors that Cato was expecting a child.He would be relieved I was alright.Until nine months from now.My bedroom had a private bathroom, a small living room, and a balcony that overlooked the front of Cato’s property. He owned acres of land and paid top dollar for a tall wall to surround his home, green ivy growing over the limestone. Anyone else would think they were in paradise.I knew I was in a prison.Cato hadn’t spoken to me in three days. He stayed in his bedroom or left the house to go to work. Realistically, he couldn’t avoid me forever, but if he had it his way, he probably would. He would jus