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She snatched her hand away like I was contagious.
“I never would’ve guessed you had a thing for grunge mobsters,” I snickered.
Kennedy kept her facial features neutral. “Oh, yeah, because pretty arrogant men like yourself aren’t my thing.”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re not my type either. You’re a means to an end. I couldn't care less if you fuck Duke until you're blue in the face. You must be into that whole letting him choke you until you pass out bullshit.”
Fear washed over her gorgeous face. I tilted my head to the side. “So are you into it or not?”
I leaned into her ear. “Damn near killing a woman during sex isn’t my thing. I’m into pleasing women. I’d rather watch a woman’s back arch and her head drop back as she comes all over my cock.”
My eyes fell on her neck. She visibly swallowed. Yeah, she liked that shit. Taking a step back, I smirked.
“Saro, I need a clean shirt and jacket.”
“Right away, boss,” he responded.
I grabbed the door handle. “Get in, my pretty little captive,” I chuckled.
Kennedy moved aside. “Is the restaurant safe?”
“Yup.”
“How do I know you're telling the truth?” she asked.
I shrugged out of my jacket. “You don’t.”
“But he is,” Clip said.
After I unbuttoned my shirt. Her eyes moved over my bulging arms and the defined muscles poking through my white undershirt.
I placed the soiled jacket and blue dress shirt in Saro’s grip. Then I removed the white dress shirt draped over his arm.
“Do you always keep a change of clothes in the car?” Her eyes never left my chest. Not that there was much to see. Unless you counted the way my pecs flexed against the tight fabric.
I slipped my muscled arms into the long sleeves. “Yes. In my line of work, a change of clothes is often needed.” I slipped each button through the buttonholes quickly.
“Hmm, the life of a mafia man is often messy and bloody,” she said.
I told her to get in the truck, but she didn’t budge.
“Is that what life was like with Duke?” Her smile withered.
“Kennedy, I’ll leave you alone about Duke. For now,” I said as I shrugged on the navy blazer.
She didn’t say a word.
“Kennedy, either get in the truck on your own or I’ll put you in the truck.”
She hesitated before climbing into the truck.
Clip slid behind the steering wheel, Ettore jumped into the passenger seat, and Saro slipped into the third row. I sank into the plush reddish brown leather seat beside Kennedy. Strapped in her seatbelt, she clung to the opposite door.
Silence fell between us as Clip drove passed the front of the restaurant. Her eyes widened as she took in the guys sweeping up the shattered glass littering the ground. “You left people to clean up?” she asked.
“Yes. Do you have any idea how much money Quinn owes me?”
She twisted her hands in her lap.
