The Hermit (Mafia Empire #1)

by Michelle Heard

I hate pink.

Hmmm…

Braden made me wear pink every day. He loved the color on me.

Okay imma let ya make it for now

“Where’s your sister?” the leader barks at me. My lips part slightly, feeling dry as hell.

I already know this gonna pmo, her first reaction was to save her sister and i bet her sisters ass gonna stay in those bushes not givng a fuck about her

“Does she know I made her a widow?”

I hear my sister move as she climbs to her feet. She presses close to my side, her hand settling on my back. Feeling how she’s trembling only makes my anger grow tenfold.

Oh shes annoying lmao

Then my gaze shifts to the mouse hiding against Grace’s side, and my top lip curls. Definitely not my kind of woman.

I need months to recover from one day of social interaction,

“Push this matter, and I’ll take Ciara and leave. We’re grown women and don’t need you to survive.”

This makes no sense bc then why are you there????

I move my hand up and cup her cheek with my palm while standing rooted to the spot.

lean closer to her again and match my breathing to her fast puffs. Just like I used to do with Evinka, I gradually slow my breathing, and I’m pleased when Grace’s body follows suit as her breaths slow down until they’re regular again.

My ribs are tender as hell, but I don’t mention it as I give my sister the comfort she needs.

WHAT ABOUT WHAT YOU NEED

I swear I’ll take Ciara, and you’ll never see us again.”

This is so stupid

The corner of my mouth lifts in a dangerous smirk as I keep my eyes locked on Grace. “Fiery blonds who are too brave for their own good.” Tilting my head, my tone drops low until I sound predatory. “I bet you’d taste spicy.” My eyes flick to the mouse, who’s watching us with huge blue eyes, before I look back at Grace. “I don’t have a sweet tooth at all.”

Knowing she’s marked my skin makes my cock harden as satisfaction creeps into my chest.

Suddenly, the small bottle is taken from me, and Dominik says, “Keep your head tilted back.”

“Dobré dievča,” he murmurs, his deep voice sounding so intimate my eyes pop open, and I quickly pull away from him.

My eyes flick to Grace, and the longer I stare at her, the faster my heart beats.

“But you made all the food,” I argue. “For you,” he mutters.

“That’s how Grace feels,” Ian quickly adds. “They were married, and Mallon had a right to–”

Dirtbag…

Grace, I have to leave. Please don’t worry. It’s time for me to be the strong one. I love you more than anything. Ciara.

She did everything for her ass just for ciara to leave her in the fckin dust lmaooo

“Not anymore,” I reply. With my eyes locked with hers, I admit, “There’s you as well.”

Falling onto my side, I can only gasp for air.

Gd lmao

“Interrupt me again when I’m talking to my wife, and I’ll fucking kill you,” Dominik growls angrily before heading down the stairs.

Her hands slip from her breasts, and I watch as she loses consciousness.

Lmao wtf

He coughs, and drops of his blood hit my neck and armored vest, then he sinks down to his knees, and a grin forms on my face. “That’s right, kneel.”

“I’ll take it out. You get our plates ready and grab water for us.”

Deal maker for me i hate taking tthings out the oven

She laughs at something he says, and it has me grabbing the phone again. “Don’t make my wife laugh,” I mutter into the speaker.