Detonate: Chapter 17
Detonate: A Dark Mafia Romance (Beneath The Mask Series Book 2)
This booth has the perfect view of the dancefloor. I canât take my eyes off her. Sheâs captivating, and not just to me, to every man in here. I grip onto my scotch that Iâve been nursing for the last half an hour. Flitting between sexual frustration watching her ass sway to the music, and anger every damn time she has to move away from a guy gyrating up against her.
âYouâre gonna shatter that fucking glass in a minute if you squeeze any tighter.â Luca chuckles.
âCome on, lighten up. We all know sheâs coming back to you at the end of the night.â
At some point, sheâs going to realize Iâm not the man for her, that Iâm not the man to give her everything she wants.
âWhat are you going to do with Rosa?â I ask.
âSheâs locked up in my basement. For now, sheâs safe. Plan is to draw them out using her and⦠poofââhis hands fly up to mimic an explosionââbye-bye, Marco.â
âSo the big plan is to get them to a meet and blow the building up?â
A sadistic grin spreads across his face as he nods.
âJust tell me a time and place. You know Iâll be ready.â
âCount me in,â Frankie says, before sinking another shot.
Lucaâs brows furrow as he watches the dancefloor.
Maddie.
Sheâs on the edge of the dancefloor, concentrating on her phone with a frown.
10pm.
I slip out my phone and text her. Iâve done my two hours of watching her. There is only so much self-restraint I can show when she is looking drop-dead gorgeous in that silver dress.
Her head spins around in my direction. I can see the flush from here. Oh, sheâs ready for me. I canât get enough of this woman. I also need to remind her that this isnât just about sex. Not by a long shot. When she tried to fob me off earlier that she was on her period, it made me realize something.
I genuinely missed seeing her. It was twenty-four hours. Sex wasnât even on my mind when I called her up; I just wanted to hear her voice. I might be pussy-whipped. But I couldnât give a fuck. She can do what she likes to me.
Iâm all hers.
And itâs about time she understood that.