Page 10 of The Mobster’s Prize

Dag

Who the hell did I kill in my last life to get stuck with this girl?

The attitude on her is unreal. She’s completely oblivious to the fact that she’s being held captive by an extremely dangerous man. You’d think she’d be nervous. Scared. Quiet until spoken to. Obedient.

But no.

She’s determined to push every single one of my buttons. And now she’s using up all my hot water.

All I can say is her dad better come through quick with that money, because I’m going to lose my fucking mind. She reminds me of my sisters. Loud. Annoying. Never knows when to shut up. And the fact that she’s hot as hell doesn’t make up for that personality. It’s a pity all those curves had to be wasted on Santone’s daughter.

I’m still fucking livid over the fact that he spent Dario’s money on a Valkyrie. He could’ve had most the loan paid off by now. Then I wouldn’t be stuck babysitting her ass.

“It’s all yours.”

She comes prancing out of the bathroom in my oversized sweatshirt with nothing covering her legs.

Fuck. She has sexy legs.

Such a waste.

“Where are the pants I gave you?”

“They were too big.”

I should’ve figured as much. She’s a little shrimp, at least a foot shorter than me. Even my sweatshirt is fitting her like a dress.

And somehow, she makes it look sexy.

“You better have saved me some hot water.”

I practically shove past her, needing to get in that shower and get this stiffening dick under control. The girl is not my type.

Well…

Maybe looks-wise, she’s exactly my type. Petite. Curvy. With that innocent face, which borders the line of cute and seductive. But that personality? Not a fucking chance.

Besides, the boss said she’s off-limits. So, whatever this shit is—I glance down at the problem between my legs—it needs to go the fuck away.

I grab the soap and lather my hands, washing away every thought of her. Keeping my hands off my dick for fear of springing another boner. As the water turns ice cold in a matter of seconds, it’s much easier to let the attraction go as the anger seeps frigidly back into my bones. Next time, I’m giving her a time limit. Better yet, I’ll take a shower first and let her feel what it’s like to wash with ice water.

By the time I’m dressed, I need to thaw out in front of the fireplace. I step into the living room and immediately notice her jump. She’s standing beside one of my drawers, quickly shutting it…

Caught.

Her cheeks turn bright red, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she was looking for: my keys.

“Looking for something?” I cross my arms. “Perhaps my truck keys?”

Her eyes widen. Like a deer in headlights. It’s the first time since meeting her that she actually looks nervous.

“No. I… I…” She glances around, grappling for some type of excuse, but I already know the truth. “I was looking for something to light the fire with. My toes are cold.”

Her toes are bare, but we both know she’s full of shit.

I walk into my room, returning with a thick pair of wool socks for her. “Here. Put these on while I start the fire.”

I can feel her nervousness boring into my back as I work. I can’t blame her for looking for a way out. This isn’t her mess. But she’s caught in it anyway. And she’s not going anywhere until my boss gets his money.