Brutal: An MM Mafia Romance (Ruthless Daddies) by Morticia Knight

Author:Morticia Knight [Knight, Morticia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knight Ever After Publishing LLC
Published: 2022-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Micah could barely breathe. Not because he was overcome with lust or under threat. This time his breath had been taken away by Malta, and more specifically, Valletta, the walled city filled with museums, palaces and fifteenth century churches. The ancient island with such a rich history had been on his bucket list for years and now he was finally here.

He peered up at Devante who was in the process of bargaining with a local over how much he’d take for his beat-up motorcycle. Even as Devante went back and forth with the older man, he remained close to Micah, as if Devante were using his body as a shield to protect him.

He could get used to that.

At last, it appeared as though Devante’s powers of persuasion—along with a big wad of cash—had convinced the owner of the bike that it wasn’t all that important of an item for him to keep. Micah was beginning to appreciate Devante’s foresight of bringing all the cash he’d retrieved from the Dubai house.

Devante gave the previous owner of the bike a curt nod of dismissal, and he appeared to get the hint. They were right around the corner from the marketplace, which was filled with a riot of activity: goods for sale, throngs of people, and a large variety of sounds and smells. The temptation to scurry over to the stalls was huge, but he’d behave himself for Devante.

Micah cleared his throat, plucking at a curl then pushing his glasses up his nose. Even though he knew better, that they weren’t on this journey together to go sightseeing, surely one measly stone temple wouldn’t be that big of a deal? What if he never had a chance to come back to the island again?

“Dev?”

“What?” He bit out. Devante pinched the ridge of his nose then turned to Micah. For a second, a flash of irritation crossed Devante’s features before they softened again. He rubbed his forehead. “What do you need, Micah? Are you hungry, thirsty? But we have to be quick. The black-market dealer is waiting for us near the Dingli Cliffs. It’s at least forty-five minutes away and I’m one for being earlier rather than later.”

Micah shifted from foot to foot. “Well, I was just thinking. If they’re not too far out of the way, I thought we could maybe stop and visit one of the megalith stone temples? I’ll have to double check on a map, but I think the Tarxien site is the closest to Valletta. Five minutes, not a second longer.”

Devante planted his hands on his hips, his mouth in a tight line. His nostrils flared for a second before he spoke.

“No.”

“But—”

Devante held up his hand. “Do you trust me?”

Micah snapped his jaw shut. What did that have to do with anything? “Well, yeah. I already told you I did.”

“In which case, I need you to be a good boy and do as you’re told. I’m not trying to keep you from having fun, sweetheart.” Devante locked eyes on him.

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