Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?: An MM Mafia Romantic Comedy (Mobster Mayhem Book 1) by J.F. Miev & Aria Clark

Author:J.F. Miev & Aria Clark [Miev, J.F. & Clark, Aria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-07-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Fuck, he’s hot. I knew that already, but Leo in the middle of the sparring arena all fired up and about to make a mess of one of our best fighters takes it to a whole new level.

I’ve never thought a man could drive me crazy like he does. The moment his eyes cut to mine, a wave of liquid fire spreads through me. They almost glow, livid and intense as they zero in on my mouth. I’d do anything to have his on me. Any part of me. I want to know what he tastes like, what he smells like when he’s turned on. I want to hear what noises he makes when he feels good.

Leo rolls his shoulders, stretching. Muscles ripple along his bare arms, but unfortunately, the tank top covers the rest. His legs look just as defined and even if I can only see the part below the knees, I can tell they are strong. Powerful enough to hold me in place. To prevent me from moving. To keep me exactly where he wants me.

I suck in my bottom lip, heat surging to my core, as I am entranced by his captivating eyes that haven’t left mine. He adjusts himself. My dick jumps as images of us rolling around on the ring flood my mind. I cross my legs, trying to keep my erection under control. Leo’s gaze drops to my crotch. He grins like he’s about to lose it. It’s extremely sexy, offsetting all kinds of alarms in my head.

I thought he might get angry about the Arena. He didn’t sign up for this. But as silence settles across the room and he sizes up his opponent, I can tell he’s excited. He’s shuffling, unable to stand still. He’s looking forward to the fight. His shorts-clad ass bounces with every jump, drawing my eyes until he’s on the other side of the ring and I can no longer enjoy the view.

The referee finally jogs over to the center, lifting the flag. But before he pronounces the start of the fight, my father stands up, raising his hand.

“Wait,” he says, squinting at Leo. His lips upturn on one side. My insides twist. I know that calculating look. “Leon Caruso. If you wish to be Kwanchai Akiyama’s bodyguard, you will have to do better than this.”

The hairs on my neck stand. He can’t be serious. “Fathe—”

A glare my way halts me halfway up from the chair. Squeezing the armrests, I lower myself down. I need to stay calm. Arguing with my father when he’s made up his mind won’t do me or Leo any good.

Cold sweat breaks out all over me as I watch my father wave a second man to the ring. I recognize this one by name. It’s Ito. He’s a top fighter, like the first one. Leo sizes the guy up, cracking his knuckles and adjusting his left hand wrap. He aims a quick scowl my father’s way, but doesn’t protest, returning his attention to his two opponents.

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