Fragile: A Bully, Enemies to Lovers, Alpha Male, Mafia Romance - Book One (Love in London 1) by M J Tennant

Author:M J Tennant [Tennant, M J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-04T00:00:00+00:00

Nine

Gabe

When I’d said I needed to be alone, Leonie looked like I’d slapped her. The need to stay close grabbed me by the balls, but I had to clear my head. When I’d seen that soulless bastard fucking molesting her, I’d lost it.

My knuckles were raw, but I hardly felt them, I was so fired up. If I hadn’t gotten there, what would that fucker have done?

At the end of the day, if I hadn’t sent a clear message, Marco would have. I flexed my injured hand. It stung like a bitch, but it was worth it.

As I walked aimlessly through Soho, I instantly knew that my day was about to get even worse when a dark SUV with blacked-out windows drew up the curb alongside me. I kept walking, my eyes ahead but with an angry rev of its engines, the car shot forward and pulled up, blocking the side street I had intended to cross. The back door opened and Sean Walsh, a thug who worked for Gerard Kinlan climbed out.

“Gerry wants a word,” he said, straightening his suit. I wondered what Gerard Kinlan would do to this guy if he heard him disrespecting his name like that.

I ran an unimpressed glower over his huge body. Was this guy for real? He was dressed entirely in black apart from the crisp white shirt. The man couldn’t blend if he tried, he looked exactly like a gangster from the movies.

Moving back a step, I took in his black tie and suit and how it strained against his beefy shoulders.

“I’d get a move on it if I were you, or you’ll be late,” I replied.

I couldn’t see his expression as he was wearing aviator sunglasses, but he always looked as stupid as fuck.

“For what?”

“Someone’s funeral from the looks of it,” I said, dissing his choice of outfit.

“Funny fucker aren’t you. If you don’t get in the car, it will be yours next,” he threatened, flexing his massive shoulders, and taking a step into my personal space. That was the thing about criminals, they had no respect for a person’s boundaries.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get in the car.”

I sniggered and said with a head tilt, “Where the fuck are we? In the middle of a poor man’s version of the fucking Godfather? Will I be swimming with the fishes next?” You could say it was suicide to wind him up but pissing him off may result in his loss of control, and that is exactly what I needed. “You gonna make me an offer I can’t refuse?” I added with a chuckle. It was all bravado, of course, deep down I was crapping myself.

“Something like that. Get in the car princess,” ‘Old’ Sean said with a lazy smile, totally unaffected by my display of rebellion. He was sometimes called Old Sean to differentiate himself from his son, who was also called Sean. If there was one thing I knew about the Irish Mafia, it was that they weren’t very creative when naming their kids.

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