Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“What?”

I bite my lip viciously as a lump grows in my throat. “Jett told me I couldn’t come back. He made a threat.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean, a threat?”

“He said Maya was dead to him and if I wasn’t careful, I’d join her. All because I didn’t stop them from meeting up.”

It’s so unfair.

Pain swells in my throat and I blink rapidly as Jack’s mouth hangs open.

“I didn’t know.”

Then he holds me tightly so that our bodies mold together, and the warmth in my chest washes over the pain. The song ends and suddenly his fingers find my chin and he lays a soft kiss on my mouth. Heat rushes to my face as he dips me in his arms.

Holy shit!

I pretty much forget everything else once his wicked tongue does a dance inside my mouth. I cling to his neck as desire fans out in flames, and then he pulls me back upright, his hands making my heart flutter.

My skin tingles when he breaks away from me, and I look at his wet lips and want more.

“What was that?”

“That was to cheer you up.”

He pulls back even farther and gives me a wink that makes the tips of my toes curl.

Jack hangs out with the guys for the rest of the night, and I slip away with Maya to the bar. Alcohol burns my tongue as three men I recognize from our table belly up.

“Hey, I’m going to the bathroom. Want to come?”

“No, I’ll stay here.”

Maya nods and walks off to the bathroom as I sit there, alone. The noise barely filters through my head, but then I catch two words that snap my attention.

“Fuck them. Sal was right, allying with those bastards was a mistake.”

“We should have sent a message to the other crews.”

A low, somber voice speaks up. “We did, remember?”

“One fucking dead biker isn’t enough-”

“Yeah, well, if John hadn’t fucked the president’s daughter-”

“What do you think about Jack marrying that club whore?”

My heart pounds against my chest, and I turn in my seat, hoping like hell that they won’t see my face.

“I would smack that cunt around and put her in her place.”

“It’s a fucking embarrassment, one of our guys marrying a club whore.”

I can’t take it anymore. My throat is thick with tears as I get off the stool and practically run toward the bathroom.

And I collide with a man’s chest.

“Whoa!”

“I’m sorry,” I say to his feet, stepping around him.

The feet step in front of me again. Then I want to charge past, because I just want to get to the bathroom and lose it. Someone grabs my arms.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

I tremble at the sound of his voice and look up into Jack’s softened face.

“I want to leave. Now.”

His hands cradle my face and warmth blazes through his fingers, soothing my head. “What happened?”

“Something I ate. I don’t feel good.”

His hands fall from my face. “Well, that’s complete bullshit, but I’ll take any excuse to get the fuck out of here.”

He takes my hand and I nearly drag my heels on the way back to the table.

Club whore.

Cunt.

I’m still shaking when we walk out of that place. Jack gives me peculiar looks as we drive back to the city.

“Are you going to tell me what’s made you so upset, or what?”

I bite my knuckle hard as he shakes his head and continues driving.

It’s not until we’re safely shut inside his apartment that I steel myself to say something. He hangs his coat and thrusts it in the closet, and then he turns around, finding me staring at him.

So much of what I heard from those guys sounded like it could’ve come from Jack’s mouth.

“Do you hate me?”

He runs a hand through his hair, pained. Blood rushes to my face when he stops inches from my body. His eyes are like dark jewels, glowing hot. He reaches out and touches the bare skin right above the swell of my breast, where my heart beats like crazy. I smell the notes wafting from his skin-all masculine and aquatic. Every sound is magnified as he curls his hand around my neck, and I lift my head. His lips are there to meet mine, and his hips jut into me. He kisses me with that same devouring hunger that captured me the first time we met.

I want him. He’s my husband. Call me a stupid romantic, but that means something to me.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

What the fuck can I do to help myself?