Dante: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance (Sinsations Book 2) by Jessi Talbot Read Free Book Online

them before settling my eyes on Pete. “I don’t have time for this right now, prick. Take your little friends with you and go have a circle jerk in the bathroom or something.”
    I started walking around the trio but one of the men grabbed my shoulder. Nobody touched me without permission. I turned to threaten the punk and he hit me in the jaw. It was a decent punch. Pete had found some competent bodyguards. I smiled at the guy, grabbed his collar, and head-butted him. Unconscious, he dropped to the floor.
    The other two men rushed me. I lashed out, dropping one with a kick to the knee and then turning to the side, grabbing and flipping the third attacker over my hip. When he crashed to the floor, I punched him in the face just to make sure he stayed down. I looked at the other guy as he got back to his feet, favoring the leg I had kicked.
    He held his hands up in surrender. “Not getting paid enough for this kind of shit, man. I’m out.” I nodded once. He turned and began hobbling away.
    I glanced over at Pete. He stared at the two unconscious men on the floor and then looked up at me. He tried to turn and run but I lunged for him, grabbing him and pulling him to me. “I tried to be nice, Pete,” I snarled, my nose almost touching his, “but you’re not smart enough to work with nice, so now we’re going to try doing things the not-nice way.” I pulled my gun and jabbed the barrel under Pete’s chin. His eyes grew wide as a whimpering noise escaped his throat.
    “Do you know what that is, Pete?” I asked.
    He nodded, the barrel of the gun never breaking contact with his chin.
    “If you try anything stupid like that again, Pete, I’m going to take this gun and shoot your tiny little pencil dick off. Understand?”
    The whining grew louder and the sharp smell of piss reached my nose. I nodded. “Good. You understand.” I released him and stepped back, holstering my gun. “Understand this, too. The only reason I’m not beating the holy fuck out of you right now is because I don’t fight boys pretending to be men.”
    He nodded.
    “Get the fuck out of here, Pete, before I change my mind.”
    He turned and walked towards the elevators slowly, his shoulder sagging, head hanging down. Good. He was beat. No more problems from him. I ran up the stairs as quickly as possible, anxious to have Olivia in my sight. I stopped and stared when I reached the upper level, my veins filling with ice water. She was gone. I roared like an injured animal and slammed my fist down on her desk. Boris had her.

Chapter 11: Olivia
    I was halfway up the stairs when I heard Dante’s pained scream, making me jump, and then I heard him hit something. I quickened my pace, imagining my desk as a pile of scrap. “Hey,” I said as soon as I reached the second floor. “Take it easy on the desk unless you plan on buying me a new one.” He turned and looked at me, the pain and fear on his face taking my breath away. I’d never seen Dante look like that before. Seeing a big man like him scared had the unnerving effect of scaring me without even knowing why I needed to be scared. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
    He stared at me for a few seconds, as if unable to believe it was me, and then rushed towards me. He quickly grabbed me and lifted me off the floor, hugging me tight, squeezing me so hard I was afraid my ribs might crack. “Can’t breathe,” I gasped into his chest.
    He quickly put me down. “I’m sorry. Where were you?”
    “I needed to go to the bathroom.”
    He nodded, exhaling loudly, rubbing a huge hand over his face. “You’re taking the rest of the day off, and you’ll be staying in my suite.”
    I took his hand in both of mine. He was shaking. “Dante, what’s going on?”
    He looked around and I couldn’t help but shiver at the cold look in his eyes as he looked out into the casino. I imagined this was what he looked like when he was in the military, coldly examining his surroundings for danger. But this