Page 20 of Mafie Kings


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Game on, fucker.

I quickly get to my feet and leave the food hall. As I walk across the lawn towards my suite, I let a smile creep onto my face while a laugh builds in my chest, knowing I left Alexi sitting there with no glass for his wine. Only once I’ve stepped into the suite do I let the laugh burst from me, relishing in the fact that I no longer need to be in character.

Less than a minute later the door swings open as I’m walking to my room. My hands instantly go for my blades to unsheath them. I’m ready to throw the second I see my target. When I realize it's just Laney, I stare at her. She had no reason to come back here, making me wonder if this is a trap of some kind.

She gasps, halting in the door frame and putting her hands in front of her face. “Woah, it’s just me. I was just coming to check on you. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” I say, resheathing my blades slowly. “I just needed to get out of there.” She nods her head in understanding.

“I um, I brought you something,” she says quietly. I pause en route to my room, turning back to her. She hands me a premade sandwich wrapped in cellophane, and I scrunch my eyebrows in response.

“It’s not poisoned or anything,” she says quickly with a shy laugh. “I just noticed you didn't get to eat because of… well, you know. And I had grabbed an extra for later when I planned to study.” She places it in my hands.

“Thanks?” I say, not quite knowing what to do here. No one has ever been nice to me just because. Do I offer to get her one later or something?

“You're welcome,” she beams.

As if on cue, my stomach growls in realization of just how hungry I am. I sit on the couch and dig in, curling my legs under me and getting comfortable. Laney just stands there awkwardly twirling her hair around her finger. This seems to be her nervous habit.

“Laney,” I say, pausing as she starts to walk away, “want to sit with me until the next class?” I'm not sure what possessed me to ask the question, but the company wouldn't hurt right now.

Better than being alone with my thoughts, that's for sure.

“Yeah, that'd be fun,” she says practically running and jumping on the couch with excitement. “So, what do you do for fun?”

Instantly, I regret the invitation, because now I'm going to have to talk.

Chapter 11

What the actual fuck just happened?

Evie James just kneeled for me. I can't seem to wrap my head around it. I could feel her need for violence like I could feel my own. Her eyes were tense with defiance. I know she was craving a challenge as badly as I was.

Yet, when I gave her the opening, she submitted. I could see in her eyes just how fake it was, the little show she was putting on for everyone to see. She tried to make me look like the asshole, like I was asking for too much.

When she left I drank the entire bottle of wine directly from the bottle, something I’ve never done before. It was the only thing I could think to do to get my cock to deflate. But nope, he’s still at full fucking attention, ready to salute her for a game well played.

My suits are custom-made so that I look professional and in control at all times. However, they leave no room for a swollen erection, and the pain is causing me to lose some of my carefully maintained control.

Finding someone who can match my energy is rare, and while she bowed, she did it with fire, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

I try to shake off the thoughts of her on her knees for me as I walk into the next class with Lev and Damien on my tail. I know they can both feel my frustration. Damien is practically bouncing on his toes in excitement to see what I’ll do next. But Lev has a scowl on his face I don’t know how to place.

I slide into the seat directly behind Evie, pushing the table forward slightly to crowd her space. I know she can feel my presence, and I have no doubt her demons want to come out and play with mine. But I have every intention of dominating that dance and putting her in line with everyone else.

It hasn't even been a full twenty-four hours that I've been near her, and my control is already wavering. I study the woman in front of me as she slowly pulls her hair into a ponytail on the top of her head, moving the excess forward so it drapes over her shoulder. My eyes move to the back of her shirt. There is a skeleton hand in the center, its middle finger standing up and aimed directly at me.

I can feel the anger rising as I fight with myself to keep control. My suit feels tight, like all of a sudden it isn’t perfectly made for me. I pull my sleeve down on each side, only causing them to feel uneven. I readjust them again. And again. I can feel my control slipping by the second. It isn’t until Lev kicks my foot that I snap out of it.

He looks at me practically shouting ‘what the fuck, bro?’with his eyes.

What the fuck indeed, my friend. I close my eyes and think about the bike waiting back at the suite for me. I haven’t gotten to ride her since we arrived, and my body is itching for the adrenaline rush. I clench and unclench my fists again. Counting down from ten, I let out a calming breath and focus on my task here.

My job on this island is to lead. It's to watch over my allies and gain new ones. Fortify bonds and create alliances. All while maintaining power and respect. However, Evie James doesn't respect me at all, or the power I hold over her. It almost feels like it's all a game to her. Which I guess it is, to an extent. This year is meant to serve as practice before we take over empires, but it's not a game to take lightly.

Her attitude screams mafia princess who is used to getting her way and keeping control over the men in her life. I don’t know where she comes from, even after stealing the files in an attempt to get my father to help me figure out her identity. If I can’t get her in line, then how the hell am I supposed to maintain authority over all of my father’s men? How am I supposed to give an order to kill or get my groundsmen to run drugs if I can't even get this little brat to pour me a glass of wine?

She needs to be punished, to learn her place. That’s the only way she can learn that I’m not to be challenged.

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