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“Hello.” She raises her hand gracefully in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Heart.” Her demure voice flows freely with a heavy Irish accent as she embraces his open hand.
“You as well, Haven. Welcome to my home,” Mr. Heart says, turning towards me. “One of my top caporegimes, Demetri Carbone.” He places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a strong squeeze.
Her gaze shyly glides from him to me. Her stance shifts from one foot to the other. Her pupils expand, becoming a deadbolt locked with mine. A crimson flush creeps across her fair cheeks. She transforms into a bashful sculpture of innocent beauty.
“It’s… a pleasure to meet you.” Her breathy reception is slow and methodical before breaking our connection and lowering her head, unable to keep my intense eye contact.
“The pleasure is all mine, Haven.” I reach out a tattooed hand and wait for her soft skin to receive my touch.
She becomes trapped in her timid innocence.
The muscle in my upper lip twitches into a salacious, satisfied grin. I glance over at Cillian in question. He clears his throat as he lays his hand on her back, giving her a voiceless nudge, ordering her to acknowledge me because her actions convey disrespect. She snaps from her bashful spell. Her full pink lips pull into a smile as she raises her chin. She places her hand in mine and with a timid shake she greets me with a brilliant beam.
My dick unexpectedly jerks.
Her touch is warm and inviting, pure and clean of any retribution blood. Her eyes are such a pale green, that they are almost transparent. White little shards of reflective glass blend through the watered-down earth tone of her irises. They’re reminiscent of some of the rarest and most expensive diamonds I have had the privilege to analyze in the palms of my brutal, bloody hands.
Though, standing here, being charmed by her gaze, is priceless.
Simply unique. Simply stunning. Absolutely. Fucking. Breakable.
“Yes, it is, Demetri.” She gives my hand a strong squeeze while holding that striking cocky beam that just had the nerve to flourish to the surface.
An astonished choked cough interrupts my expanding cock. The humor dancing behind her virtuous flirting comes to a halt at her brother’s strangled breath. My upper lip twitches neither in humor nor anger but in curiosity. She doesn’t even realize she just insulted me by addressing me by my first name. She’s inexperienced, yet she is also seasoned by the way she holds herself. She has been educated but mindlessly dismissed it.
Was it just me that made her veer from her training or was this a rebellious act?
I take a small step towards her. Ignoring her brother’s sudden tenseness as he stands to her left. “You may call me Mr. Carbone or sir. Nothing more, nothing less.” I reach for a wayward curl, playing with the softness until the moment becomes too heavy. “That is, until you have been given permission.”
Her stance on her four-inch heels weakens. I reach out and grasp her elbow with strength while I stare down my Roman nose into her now apologetic gaze.
“My apologies.” Her throat bobs with her regretful swallow. “Your”—she stumbles, glancing at her brother before turning back to me—“intensity has made me nervous and thoughtless, and maybe stupidly cocky.”
The burst of air I release at her honesty is refreshing. “Do you know what I do with cockiness, Ms. McKittrick?” My heated glare is focused on her beautiful features.
“No, sir.” She swallows with trepidation once again.
Fuck me. If only she were on her knees when she addressed me in that manner.
I lean in next to her ear and harshly whisper, “A warning. I thoroughly revel in breaking the owner who thought their arrogant behavior is acceptable in my presence. This is your one free pass, giovane cucciolo. There won’t be another.”
ChapterTwo
DEMETRI
My orders areto simply take him out. When you have been given the opportunity to rectify your mistake and you chose to disrespect it, the consequences you were promised are of your own doing.
He may have only been slinging dime bags in our territory, but the fact of the matter is, he works for a competitor. Once notified of his misdoing, he chose to listen to his boss’s orders instead of mine. Said boss just cut his soldier’s life short. In the grand scheme of things, he carried no value for the man he takes orders from. Just a young man looking to make a buck under weak leadership. The sad part is, to work the streets you must have street smarts, or you will wind up an example just like he did.
The kill was a justified one, acceptable in our world. Sad but true. Our threat has now been validated. His boss, if he is smart, will take his business elsewhere.
While washing my hands of the blood I just purged, my phone vibrates from inside my pocket.
Giovanni: We meeting for lunch?
Me: Just cleaning up now. I can be there in thirty. Pub or the deli?
Giovanni: Deli.
