A Kingpin Love Affair (A Kingpin Love Affair #1-5)(37)

“Luccio’s?” He asks. His accent is very strong. He’s got slicked back black hair, his face is dark, and a bleak look crosses it.

“Yeah. Go in the back way.” I say, walking to the side of the car, I open the door so I can slide into my seat.

“I don’t want to fucking go anywhere with you!” she yells. She’s angry, and that’s fine. It doesn’t change things, though.

“Thanks for telling me, but I don’t give a shit what you want. The moment you agreed to accept your father’s debt is the moment that anything you had to say stopped mattering. Now, all that matters is how tight that pussy can clench my cock…” Leaning into her body so our faces are almost touching, I finish saying, “Nothing that you want matters.”

Her eyes narrow, the brown seeping right out of them. She looks as if she’s about ready to kill me, and I don’t blame her. Jared starts driving as I watch her carefully, wondering what her next move is going to be. Someone like her can’t handle this type of thing. I know when she breaks it’s going to be mad chaos.

In less than twenty minutes, we have made it to Luccio’s property. His house is just as large as mine. I wait for him to let us through the gate. Anger surges through me, and I let the old me sit in the back of my mind. This is business. The car starts moving again, and we’re through the gate. Looking out the window, I watch as we pass the rose garden and the waterfall.

The car comes to a stop in front of the house, and I grip the door handle firmly turning to Bree. Her eyes are full of mystery, and I can’t really tell what it is she’s thinking about. “Keep those beautiful lips shut, or…”

“Or you’ll kill me? Tie a brick to my ankle and throw me in the ocean?” she mocks, eyebrow raised.

Smiling I say, “No. I’ll fuck you to death.” I slip from the car and head to her side and open the door to allow her out. She takes my hand as I offer it to her. Her feet hit the ground, and she takes a brief look around.

“Alzerro…” I hear my name being said as I direct Bree to where it is I want her to be.

“Luccio,” I greet him in return. He smiles, his eyes eating Bree’s body. Something inside me breaks, I’ve never been the type to be jealous and after all, she is only a debt being paid. I won’t lie, I feel possessive of her. I feel like she’s mine.

“What is the occasion?” he asks amused, not showing any worry. He should be. He should be scared shitless right now. I’m the monster that hides under your bed, waiting for the moment your breath evens out, and your eyes close to attack. Little does he know, he unleashed this monster all on his own.

“Just business. I would like to have a word with you.” His eyes direct back to Bree’s, and I know he’s asking. What the fuck is she doing here? That’s not his problem, though.

“What about her?”

“What about her?” I retort.

His eyes narrow at my attempt at humor, “Does she know?” I watch as Bree looks between us both, completely confused, and utterly lost as to what is about to take place.

“Leave her be. Let’s go, Bree.” My hand lands on the small of her back as I lead her into Luccio’s home. The walls are littered with family photos that go back hundreds of generations. His house oozes I-have-money-and-you-know-it. Marble flooring with gold rivets makes up the ground we walk on. We pass through the foyer, and head to the first door on the left. It was his office just as I knew it would be. The door opens and closes behind us quietly as I guide Bree to a seat.

“I haven’t gathered any new information, Zerro. I told you if I found out anything else, I would contact you.” I smile smugly at his comment. The knife on my ankle feels heavy as does the gun on my back. Heavy with the need to release bullets in this lying fucker’s ass.

“That’s not why I’m here, actually. See, a very fat and short man came to my house. Unwanted, of course. You know how I get about people who trespass, right?” I watch the blood drain from his face, and I know he had something to do with it. Someone such as him can’t hide from me. He is out for something and I want to know what it is.

“It wasn’t me,” he immediately claims. My attention slides from him to Bree, who is sitting in one of the chairs. She looks clueless to the whole situation.

“Really? Because the moment before I slit his throat and watched him bleed out, he told me he was a member of your group…” I say looming over him. He is sitting behind his desk, attempting to look dumbfounded, which isn’t working though. I am not a dumb man, and I won’t be made to look like one either.