The Bianchi Famiglia was a new organization that had just gained some power in recent years. Despite being new blood, they took control of the West at a rate even I had to admit was impressive.
But their don was an elusive man. Not many had seen his face or been able to pinpoint his exact location. He mostly dealt with overseas arms deals, especially in war-torn countries, though I heard he got his nifty little fingers in all sorts of things. If he got any bigger, he would become a problem we would have to deal with.
I wanted to take Catalina back to our territory. Back to New York, where I knew she would be better protected. But there was still so much shit that needed to be done here.
Frustration became like a steel hand that tightened around my windpipe, making it hard to breathe. My fist tightened around the water bottle.
Catalina chose that moment to walk into the kitchen, wearing a bright yellow sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was down, and she didn’t have on any makeup, as far as I could tell.
She looked like sunshine and innocence, all wrapped up in a nice seductive package just for me.
And I was fucking seduced by her.
I shifted on my feet, feeling my cock twitch at the sight.
The anklet I bought her gleamed in the light.
She hadn’t tried to take it off yet. Otherwise, she would have known it wasn’t possible. The only way that anklet would come off was if it was professionally cut off. I would never let that happen. The anklet would be for her, an expensive, beautiful golden leg iron, forever attaching her to me.
I smiled a little at the thought.
She came to a stop when she caught sight of me, her eyes widening slightly. Annoyance moved through me.
“I’m not going to attack you, princess. No need to look at me like that.”
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes roaming over me. Catalina was nothing more than a little innocent in this world. She should not have the power to make me feel … uncomfortable, but fuck me if I didn’t feel scrutinized under her big brown eyes.
Slowly, she made her way over to me.
I watched her with narrowed eyes until she stood directly in front of me.
I didn’t say anything; just waited for her to make the first move.
She shifted from one foot to the other, and I crossed my arms over my chest.
She let out a small sigh, and fuck, but I felt my heart softening a bit.
I closed my eyes, before opening them.
“Are you out of your mood?” I asked, wanting to get a reaction out of her.
Sure enough, she looked up at me with a scowl on her face. I worked hard to keep the smile from showing on my face.
Fuck, she was adorable.
“Mood?” she asked, finally speaking to me. I hadn’t realized how much I hated whenever she went silent on us until now, when I thought she wasn’t going to speak to me at all.
I noticed that she was only silent as a protective mechanism, but I didn’t want her to feel like she had to find ways to cope with being with us.
I wanted her voice.
I cupped her cheek and looked at her. “Okay?”
The weight that had been on my chest since this morning lifted marginally when she burrowed her face closer to my palm.
“Yes,” she said, smiling, before turning her head sideways and placing a small kiss on the inside of my palm.
I felt the kiss all the way down to my dick.