Long Live the King (An Italian Mafia Romance Duet #2) by Ws Greer Read Free Book Online

to skip down the next when I see the one I know I want. It’s a shiny metallic white two-door with a sexy sleek body that hypnotizes me. I stop skipping and stare at it like it’s a beautiful painting in a gallery.
    “Good choice,” I hear Dominic say from behind me.
    I turn around to see him smiling, just before he turns on his heel and heads towards the entrance. While he’s inside, I do a complete walk-around of what has immediately become my dream car, admiring all of its beauty. The windows are already tinted, the rims are a shiny silver and black, but not the flashy chrome that I hate. I gaze through the window at the wood grain dashboard and black leather seats. I’ve never been so in awe of a car before, and by the time I’m finished doing my walk-around, I see Dominic walking towards me in step with a salesman. The salesman already has dealer license plates and keys in his hand, and I get excited about the idea of a test drive.
    The goofy-looking salesman drops the keys in my hand and walks to the back of the car. “Congratulations,” he says with a broad, enthusiastic smile. A smile that is obviously thankful for the commission.
    “Wait, what? You already bought it?” I ask, looking at Dominic.
    “It’s yours,” he replies.
    “But, I don’t even see a price. How much is this?”
    “Asking price for a 2016 AMG S63 is $163, 150,” the salesman replies, grinning from ear to ear as he attaches the dealer plates. “But Mr. Collazo just bought it for one-fifty.”
    “A hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” I yell by accident. “I didn’t know it was that much. Wait, Dominic, you do not have to buy this. I didn’t see the price, and I definitely didn’t know it could get that expensive. Oh my gosh!”
    Dominic smiles again, completely nonchalant.
    “Have you forgotten who I am?” he asks, playfully. “Let’s go. Take me for a ride in your new car.” He pops open the passenger door and climbs in just as the salesman thanks me and walks back inside. Just like that, the car is ours. It’s mine.
    I try to get over my excitement as I drop into the driver’s seat, but the beauty of this car is too much. I take another minute to marvel at the interior, and then another to be astonished at the low rumble of the engine when I crank it up. I slowly press the gas and pull into traffic, laughing at how people are staring.
    Dominic finds something soothing on the radio station, and we spend the next hour cruising through St. Louis. I thank Dominic about a million times before I realize it’s probably annoying him, and I drive with nowhere to go.
    I flick on the white interior lights as the sun completes its descent. Even after over an hour, I still can’t believe Dominic bought me a one-hundred fifty-thousand dollar car like it was just another run of the mill purchase.
    “Dominic, I know I’ve thanked you more times than I can count, but I just have to say it again,” I start, but he cuts me off.
    “No, you don’t. You’re welcome, babe. Just enjoy it, and don’t let the bullshit with your job stress you. We’re happy together, and that’s all that matters. People can think what they want. Like I said earlier, the world is ours. So, turn your new toy around and take us home.”
    “With pleasure,” I reply.
    I hit my turn signal and turn us around at the first opportunity. Just as I get on the highway, Dominic’s phone starts ringing in his pocket. He doesn’t look happy when he sees the name on the display, and his mood immediately changes.
    “Frankie,” he says when he answers, then he just listens. I can’t hear what Frankie is saying on the other end of the call, but I can tell it’s not making Dominic happy.
    “Goddamn it. Alright,” is all Dominic says before hanging up. When I look at him, the smile he’d been carrying since we woke up this morning is completely gone.
    “Is everything okay?” I inquire.
    Dominic thinks on it for a second before answering, “Go to the