Page 8 of The Darkest King


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“I’ll live,” Connor replies, taking it and sliding it over his big shoulders. “Make sure we put a complete suit in the car as a backup.”

As Mack nods and pulls out his phone, I cringe.

“So sorry. Again,” I say, this time shooting a glance Donna’s way so she knows how much I mean it.

“Mia, accidents happen. It’s fine. I’m sure Mr. Barrett understands. We’ll have it all dry cleaned.” Donna looks his way. “Speak to Mia before you leave, and she can arrange it for you. We’ll have it back to you in a few days.”

I nod at them both. “Even tomorrow,” I say eagerly. After all, it was my fault, and I want to show Donna I am going out of my way to fix this.

Because I believe in miracles, and if I can convince my father to extend my life outside the family, then I need this job.

Well, a girl can dream.

We watch as Connor tucks himself in because, honestly, we’d be stupid not to.

“Meet me out here after my speech, Mia.” Connor’s eyes meet mine for a brief second before he turns to the conference room door and nods at Donna. “Shall we?”

When the doors close behind the two of them, Mack clears his throat beside me, holding the door handle so I can’t open it.

I turn my head.

He’s clearly Connor’s personal security.

“Take my advice and stay far away from him, sweetheart.” His voice is rough.

Something in his warning irks me. He sees me as nothing but another adoring fan. A woman who wants his money and power.

Pfft.

I should’ve kept my mouth shut, but I don’t.

“On the contrary,” I reply, holding his stare, “it’smehe should stay away from.”

I am a mafia princess, after all.

I don’t need his money or power. It’s freedom I want.

It’s love I long for.

Neither Connor nor my father offer either of those things, but I am determined, one day, to have both.









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