Kingpin(19)

She opens her mouth to say something but then closes it.

I stand up and hold out my hand, waiting for her to put hers in it. There is only a second of hesitation before she slips her small palm in mine. I wrap my fingers around hers and pull her from the bed, wrapping my arm around her waist.

I hold her close as we leave the room and then the house. She doesn’t say a word the entire ride, but I can practically hear the questions forming in her head.

Just before the limo comes to a stop, I lean over and kiss the spot just under her ear. “Patience,” I whisper as I nibble on her earlobe.





Chapter 8





Thea





I wrap my arm tighter around Salvatore as we make our way into the grand ballroom. There was a red carpet and photographers set up outside. I didn’t have my hair done or any makeup on, but Salvatore looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I guess I’ll just go for sexy bedroom look, since that’s exactly what I appear to be sporting. Somehow, without me even knowing what happened, I forgot all about the other women and babies this man might have and threw myself across his lap while he spanked me then ate me out.

God, my face burns at the memory. At least I don’t need blush to add a little color to my face. Just the thought of me sitting back on Salvatore’s face is enough to make me redden from head to toe.

I can’t believe I let my guard down like that. I’ve never been intimate with anyone in any way, and I practically begged him to do it. Do I have no shame? What if he does have a wife, a girlfriend, and children? All the same questions come flooding back, but he told me to be patient. How long do I have to wait?

Everyone is staring at us as we make our way around the room. They greet Salvatore like he’s the one in charge of the place. Maybe he is. Some people, mostly women, he introduces me to, and some he doesn’t. He doesn’t give my name to some of them, and I can tell they’re the ones he doesn’t like. He is quiet with them, and his body is tense like he’s ready to protect me.

I’ve had a couple of glasses of champagne, and every time a food tray comes by, Salvatore makes a production of stopping them and making sure I get my fill. I’ve stayed quiet and watched from the distance. It’s been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The whole thing feels like a movie.

Suddenly the tension in Salvatore’s back is like never before as a bald man approaches us.

“Perhaps this would a good time for you to use the ladies room,” Salvatore murmurs to me while keeping his eyes on the man.

“Okay,” I say, knowing this must be someone he doesn’t want me to know.

“It’s just over there on your left,” he says, pressing his hand to the small of my back to guide me in that direction.

But apparently, I’m not fast enough, because the bald man steps in front of me just before I can walk to it.

“Who do we have here, Sal?” the man leers as he looks down at me with muddy brown eyes. He’s only a little taller than me, but he looks strong. He’s got the appearance of a drug user that gets crazy strength after doing a line. He’s dressed in a suit, but it doesn’t look like he wears them often. I bet he’d be more comfortable in something dirty, but he’s attempting to be clean for a night.

Immediately Salvatore is pulling me behind him and going toe to toe with the bald guy.

“Didn’t think you were back in town, Creed. And I’m positive you didn’t get an invite to this.”

Creed sneers around the room and then looks back at Salvatore. “Not staying long. Just wanted to come by and see how you were. Pay my respects and all that bullshit.”

“Bullshit?” I hear someone say from behind us.

It’s then I turn and notice there are at least ten men around us and ready to protect Salvatore.

“Looks like Giovanni is still nipping at your heels. Careful, Sal. You stop too fast and he’ll end up in your ass,” Creed says.

“He’s got a great ass, though,” Giovanni says, and I snort.

I regret it immediately because everyone turns their attention to me.

“Pretty little thing,” Creed says, then licks his lips. “She suck a cock as good as your mom?”

A deafening roar breaks out, and everything happens so fast. People pile in, swinging and shouting, descending on us from every corner. It’s chaos, and I just try to get out of the way. With one sentence from Creed, the place is in utter panic and commotion.

I try not to get caught in the mass of bodies as I watch five people pull Salvatore off Creed. A set of hands grabs my upper arms, and I’m pulled off to the side, but I don’t know who it is because I can’t take my eyes off what’s happening. I just stand there and watch as Salvatore tries to kick his way back to Creed, I assume to finish him off.