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

wasn’t enemy territory. This was Sinsations. It was home. “Dante?”
    He shook his head. “Not here. It’s too open. You’re too vulnerable.” He took my hand in his and started for the stairs. “Come with me.”
    “If I want to live?”
    He looked back at me, shock in his eyes… and something else. Embarrassment?
    I shrugged. “Sorry. Bad sense of humor. It’s from
The Terminator
.”
    He nodded. “Yes, if you want to live.”
    Mierda.
Shit
. I was trying to be funny and lighten the mood but Dante was scaring the hell out of me. I followed him down the stairs, stopping – or trying to – when we got to the casino floor, but I had no choice to but to keep following him to the elevators because there was no stopping Dante when he didn’t want to be stopped. “Dante, I left my purse in the desk.”
    “I’ll come back and get it,” he said, his head slowly turning from side to side as we made our away across the casino floor, his eyes never stopping their sweep of the room. He drew me close to him as he pressed the button for the elevator, maneuvering me around until he was between me and the casino. He finally relaxed – a little – when we were in the elevator and headed up.
    The ride up was silent but having Dante hold me close, his rock-hard body pressed against me, made me wish it would last forever. Unfortunately, that was impossible. As soon as the door opened, he put his arm in front of me to block my path and leaned forward looking both ways down the hall before quickly escorting me to his suite. He swiped his keycard across the scanner, ushered me inside, and quickly closed the door behind us. The relief on his face made me want to hug him. He had really been worried. I just didn’t know why.
    “What’s going on, Dante?”
    He looked at me for a few seconds, and then moved to the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”
    After last night, just the idea of drinking made my stomach roll over. I shook my head. I didn’t think I’d ever drink again.
    A ghost of a grin flickered across his face for just a second but it quickly disappeared. If I had blinked, I would’ve missed it. He pulled a bottle of scotch from a cabinet, spun the cap off, and took a healthy swig. He went into the living room and I was struck again by how odd it was to see such a big man move with cat-like grace. He sat on the couch and motioned for me to join him.
    I sat next to him and he took my hand in his. “I’m not a nice man, Olivia.”
    I squeezed his hand. “Yes you are.”
    “No.” He shook his head. “I’ve done bad things, worked for some very bad people.” He sighed heavily. “I have lived in darkness my whole life.”
    And he told me. Everything. Being raised in a mafia family. The death of his brother. The Bratva. Boris and the terrible price he had to pay. All of it. When he was finished, he looked at me, his cheeks wet with tears. “You deserve someone better and I will not stand in the way of that… but I will keep you safe until Boris has been dealt with.”
    I took his face in my hands and kissed him. Passionately. Fiercely. Putting all my heart and soul in it. And then I looked him in the eye. “What happened to your brother wasn’t your fault. It was just really bad luck, and while the rules of your old life were pretty… strict, this Boris guy knew what they were. He knew what could happen and he broke the rules anyway. His stupidity isn’t your fault, either.” I kissed him again. “So stop being an idiota and talking about me deserving better and not standing in my way.” I looked into his eyes. “I want you, Dante.”
    He looked into my eyes, wiping the moisture from his face, a small smile on his lips. “And I want you, my sexy firecracker.”
    “I still have one question, though.”
    He raised his eyebrows, waiting.
    “If Boris wants revenge against you, why is he after me?”
    Dante squeezed my hand. “Because he knows you are my weakness. I would gladly give my life to save