Preacher Man

by Jessa Kane

One might think a former mafia hit man would have better self control. When it comes to Mila, only Mila, they would be wrong. I slip more and more toward madness with every day that passes without me inside her.

“The baptism didn’t work,” she whispers. “I still have the devil inside me, preacher.” A fist tightens around my throat. “Who told you the devil lives inside you?”

“I’m the only man who is ever—ever—going to come inside here, do you understand me, little girl?” “Yes, Daddy.”

I’ve done it. I’ve made her my wife. I’ve satisfied her.

“You need to understand, Mila. If you ever leave me, I’d dismantle this world, country by country, until I found you and brought you home.”