His Pretty Little Queen: An Age Gap Mafia Romance (Kids of The District Book 5) by Nicci Harris

Author:Nicci Harris [Harris, Nicci]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781922492159
Publisher: Inki Publishing
Published: 2022-10-29T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

fawn

"Don't move, sweet girl." Rough fingers slide along my forehead, my loose hair tickling my skin as they sweep it from my face. The smell of cologne and warm clean male flesh rolls over me. "You should sleep for a few more hours."

I slowly bat my lashes, opening my eyes to the dim room, and find him sitting beside me on the mattress. Feeling my body in that perfectly tucked-in state that means he's taken the time to cover me, and position me, I smile sleepily.

"I have to go."

What?

I squint at the breathtaking man looking down at me, my eyes panning his slightly damp hair, his clean-shaven jawline, and his pristine black suit.

I jolt up, rolling the heels of my palms along my eyes, working them into focus. "What do you mean? Why are you dressed?" Darting my gaze to the window, I see the sky is still a black abyss dotted with multicoloured lights from the city. "What time is it?"

"I said don't move," he deadpans, and I fall back on the mattress as he hovers over me, a serious look in his eyes. "Don't be frightened, but I have to leave."

The quiet circles us, the hum from the air conditioner the only interruption to our breath.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my heart suddenly beating unevenly, my hands shaking uncomfortably. A silly response to the possibility of being alone when it's such a natural state for me to be in. It's not about me, though. This racing heart… It's— "I thought we were going to spend time…" I trail off.

His dark, strong brows draw in, creasing his forehead, displaying glimpses of his age. He looks tired.

Did you sleep at all, Sir?

I reach up, and he turns his head, accepting my touch on his jawline. His softness sends vibrations of breath through my throat. Something is wrong.

"Don't panic, little deer. Listen to me and then drift back to sleep. My brothers and I went out last night to be seen," he states, his voice carrying faux indifference. He's not indifferent this morning, and he's failing to mask it. God. I don't like this feeling at all. "To be photographed in Dubai."

Words cling to my tongue.

"Sweet girl, I don't want secrets between us."

I swallow thickly.

"I believe your father is in a motorcycle club's compound," he states firmly, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Holding them still to focus on my breathing as his timbre rips the air from me. This is happening. Now. I'm not ready. "He grew up in the District," he points out. "My father, the name Butcher and Storm, did not. My father grew up in Sicily. Jimmy too. Which is why we aligned with Dustin in the first place. He has alliances all over the country. It's true that some of the locals fought back during the Family's takeover. The bikers were the first to disapprove, but they followed one of their own. They followed Dustin. I have good reason to assume they have been protecting him for some time, and that he is planning something.

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