Page 19 of The Jefe's Boy


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My jaw dropped as shock rocked through me. Who the fuck did this guy think he was to give me orders? The only person I listened to was my grandfather, and sometimes not even him.

I pushed back, struggling to get away.

A hand grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the wall above my head. Another hand gripped a handful of my hair. A leg was pressed between my thighs.

I was pinned.

"It's time for you to go home," the man repeated. In reality, he growled it into my ear. The rough guttural sound made me shiver. I just couldn't quite figure out if it was a shiver of fear or a shiver of delight.

It had been a long time since I'd had any action, let alone by someone that looked like the dark and dangerous man pinning me with his very hard muscular body.

I gasped when he pressed harder against my back, pushing my chest into the tiled wall. Just to test him, I reared back, trying to push myself away from the wall. He growled and shoved me back, but his touch was gentle.

Pinpricks of electricity raced over my skin as he slowly stroked his hand from the nape of my neck down to the top of my slacks before sliding down to my ass.

"Hey!" I exclaimed when he slapped my ass.

"It would be too bad if I had to paddle this nice ass rather than fuck it." As if to give credence to his words, the man slapped my ass again before giving it a tight squeeze. "Although, you might like it."

What the fuck?

"It's time for you to go home, querido," he said for a third time before stepping back and releasing me. "You will not enjoy yourself if you disobey me."

He snapped his fingers and the door opened. A man walked in as if he had just been waiting for a command from his master. He stopped in front of the spanking pervert, his hands clasped together in front of him.

"Jefe?"

"Take him home and make sure he stays there."

"Si, Jefe."

When he reached for me, I tried to move back, but I had nowhere to go. I was still plastered up against the wall. As soon as he grabbed me, I started struggling again.

"Get your hands off me!"

"Gag him if you need to," the stranger said. "And take him out the back way. No sense everyone seeing him like this."

"I'll see that it is done, Jefe."

When I started to hit out, my hands were grabbed and my wrists were tied together. A piece of soft cloth was shoved into my mouth, muffling my shouts.

"Behave, querido."

Since I couldn't scream, I glared. The infuriating man just chuckled.

I hated him.

Chapter Seven

~ Alejandro ~

I had to admit I was amused, which was a lot different from the rage I had felt the moment I spotted Delancy in the club. I knew immediately from the way he tossed back his drink that he was here to make trouble. I wasn't going to allow that.

Delancy's days of being a mischief maker were over.

I slowly strolled out into the narrow hallway outside the bathroom, watching for just a moment as Hugo and a couple of my men carried Delancy out through the back entrance. Once the door closed behind them, I made my way back up to the VIP lounge.

My meeting with Vinnie Borelli and Dmitri Petrov was just about to start. Considering I was hoping these men could help me keep Brooklyn, being late would just be rude.

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