Prince of the Brotherhood (International Mafia #1)

by K. Alex Walker

"What did you end up doing that affords you the ability to have a Black card, then?" He looked her up and down. "Guess." They stopped walking, and she stepped away from him, squinting and cupping her chin while she scrutinized. This was a man people would give money to just to say they'd breathed the same air as he did. "Well, based on the size of your package," she let her gaze fall, "I'd stay porn star." "I knew these jeans were too damn tight." He covered his crotch. "Stop looking." Laughter tore through her. "I'm not!" "Yes, you are." He closed an imaginary robe and tossed his hair. "You're undressing me with your eyes."

She wiped his mouth. "Oh, no. I got my lipstick all over you. I guess they lied about it not rubbing off." "Is it my color?" "You are working it, honey." He laughed and kissed her.

"So, was it worth the wait?" she asked. "Yes." He looked up. "It was worth its ‘wait’ in gold.” “Oh my God.” “You liked that one, didn’t you?” “Not even a little bit.” She liked him.

“That there are too many men in this world for me to be preoccupied or concerned with one who belongs to someone else.”

“Eija, women like you aren’t mistresses.” He kissed her neck. “Women who look like you, smell like you, sound like you, whose skin radiates like yours…you aren’t mistresses.” His lips grazed her shoulder. “You’re wives. Queens. Conquerors.” He nipped the tops of her breasts. “If you’re going to be in my life, it won’t be behind a curtain or creeping with me in the shadows. It’ll be right next to me for the world to see.”