Fallen Royal (Mafia Royals 4)

I fell for her right away in spite of my dad’s warnings.

And now, I don’t know what to do.

“Who are you texting?” Del asks behind me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and shove my phone into my pocket. “Does it really matter?”

Her eyes search mine. “Does it?”

“Blood vows and all that shit,” I shrug. “You should be in bed.”

“Yeah well…” She shrugs. “I figured the easiest thing to do was to just pull the band-aid right off.”

“Huh?”

She reaches for me.

I stumble back against the couch. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Claim me like you promised.”

My stomach churns.

I want to say I can’t do it.

Does she see the absolute terror in my eyes?

I can’t tell if she’s bluffing.

She lifts my shirt and pulls it off my head.

Everyone is sleeping.

It feels so wrong.

I want to tell her I can’t go through with it; part of me thinks she’s going to call my bluff though, so I lean in to kiss her only to feel the steel of a blade against my throat.

“…so this is how it’s going to go…”