Page 9 of Mafia Obsession

David, who has some kind of claim to her, looks at me with a flicker of recognition.

A dark-inked tattoo on his neck peeks out from his jacket collar. I recall the tattoo gun buzzing noise I heard in Kirill’s office. I make it a point to know every dog in every house’s pound. This man doesn’t look familiar.

“We’re leaving,” David says and yanks on her arm.

My hackles rise, and I shoot to my feet. “Watch how you handle her.”

“She’s my fucking wife. I’ll handle her however I want.”

Hearingwife,my stomach does a violent turn.

She’s different now. She doesn’t smile for him. That steadies my pulse into a lethal rhythm.

“David, stop it.” Lourdes puts her hands on his chest. “It’s nothing. I’m sitting here out in the open.”

“Your damn dress is so short, he can see your fuckingpussy.”

“You told me to wear this,” she snaps.

His eyes widen. “Did you just talk back to me?”

“Mr. Sinclair,” Drago bellows from the bar and struts toward us. “Keep your voice down. Or leave. Right now.”

Sinclair. David Sinclair.LourdesSinclair.Got it…

“You know what this means.” Sinclair grips his collar, flashing the neck ink. “Who I work for. Back off, Drago.”

The enforcer actually steps back.What the fuck?

Sinclair yanks his wife’s arm, dragging her toward the door, but she looks over her shoulder at me. The fear in her eyes has me spiraling and the room spinning.

I take a step forward, but the enforcer stops me. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“What’s got you bowing to whoever the hell that is?” I ask, shoving my fists into my suit jacket.

“Kirill wants it that way. For now. Can I have your tab taken care of?”

“No.”

I can’t do anything to stop her husband from touching her tonight and the next. That’s until I come up with a plan to not only separatethembut also his head from his body.

“Kirill will see you now.” The enforcer gestures for me to follow him back to the offices.

“Too late.” I walk past him without another word.

After dropping a huge tip on the bar, I leave the VIP lounge and then Winterhall altogether. I don’t even bother going back to Club Wicked.

Lourdes Sinclair.

Drago can tell me to stand down all he wants.

That woman stirred my blood to molten lava. I’ll never let another man keep a woman like that from me.

Not without deciding exactly what kind of torture it will cost him.

Chapter 4

Lourdes