The kingpin's obsession: Lena

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I cautiously took a step away from him without making it look obvious that I was trying to getaway from him. Maybe I should call Vincenzo? No, if I’m going to be married to a man like him, I need to know how to handle things myself. But, how?

The man’s smile stretched, wider. Sharp.

A chill prickled across the back of my neck. Something about him screamed danger—not in the way Vincenzo did, that controlled violence coiled beneath his skin, but something more…unhinged.

Shit.

“Um, excuse me-”

“Forgive me,” he cut me off, his voice smooth but edged with mockery. “I should’ve been watching where I was going.”

“I-it’s fine, really.” I forced another polite smile, my hand brushing nervously over the slit of my dress. “I need to get back—”

He shifted to block me with his body and all the sirens in my head went off. I could practically feel my heart in my throat right now.

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” I frowned. Something told me that even if I tried to screamed for my husband I would probably be dead by the time he or anyone got here, and this man would have been long gone by then.

Just who the hell was this man that looked like a vam…pire.

A cold realization finally struck me and I paled almost instantly.

Blonde hair? Red eyes? Creepy as f**k?!

Sullivan. It just had to be him. From the way Vincenzo had described him, I was more than certain this man was Sullivan.

And of all the times for me to bump into him it had to be the one time I step away from Vincenzo.

Damn it.

“Mistaken you?” he gave me an amused look. “Oh, I know who you are, Lena Hart. Oh- I’m sorry, I mean, Mrs. Maranzano.” he laughed.

The hallway became strangely quiet now and my blood ran cold.

“Okay, look. I don’t want any trouble and I’m sure you don’t want too. So, with all due respect, get the f**k out of my way before I-”

“Call your husband?!” his grin turned manic as he closed the space between us in an instant. His crazed red eyes dragged down my body slowly, as though memorizing every line of me, and I felt uncomfortable. It was different when Vincenzo did it, but this, this was just creepy.

Sullivan leaned forward slightly. “Man, you’re even lovelier up close.” His voice became gentle again as he studied my face. “So fragile. Like porcelain. One wrong touch and you’d shatter.” He reached out to touch my face and I instinctively grabbed his wrist to stop whatever s**t he was planning on doing.

“I don’t know what games you’re playing, but, stop it.” I growled threatening.

I bet I looked like a puppy in his eyes, because this asshole laughed at my threat.

“Holy f*****g s**t! You’re so hot.” Sullivan laughed.

I don’t know what happened, but it happened so fast. He grabbed my hand that held his wrist and pinned me flat against the wall beside us then pinned both my hands above my head.

“Man, Vincenzo is one lucky bastard.” he muttered under his breath.

Summoning all the strength within me, I struggled against his hold, but it was no use. I became painfully aware of how weak I truly was right now. I wish I took Jazz’s advice when she asked me to learn a few self defence techniques.

I always thought I wouldn’t need them. But I was wrong, so, f*****g wrong.

“Please,” I tried again, quieter, not for myself, but the baby in me. I’ve never felt this weak and helpless in my life.

Sullivan tilted his head, and with frightening ease, his finger eased up my exposed my thigh before resting on my hip. My breath caught as the heat of him pressed too close.

Panic flared.

“Your skin is so smooth.” he murmured against my skin.

“I— I’m married,” I blurted, trying to free myself again.

For a moment there was silence. Then a low chuckle, the sound curling like smoke around my ears.

“Oh,” he drawled, leaning closer until his mouth hovered just above my ear. “I know, baby. Married women always taste the best.” he chuckled darkly.

My heart slammed against my ribs as disgust swelled within me. f**k this. I wasn’t anyone’s prey.

Lifting my chin, I ground the sharp heel of my stiletto down on his toe. Hard enough that I heard a crunching sound.

Sullivan hissed, his amusement cracking for an instant. I didn’t waste a second when his hold on my wrist loosened enough, and freed myself, twisting sideways and slipping out from under him.

“b***h,” he growled, but I was already half-running, half-walking down the hall, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me running.

By the time I reached the main hall, my lungs were burning and my palms clammy. The golden glow of the chandeliers was almost blinding after the shadows of the corridor. I caught the attention of a few of the guests, but I didn’t give a s**t. I had to find Vincenzo. Thankfully he was still wear I’d left him.

Just seeing that glorious figure of his had me breaking down in tears. I didn’t know why I was crying, but I was. And I was even shaking. I stumbled on my own two feet more times than I could count. Bumping into guests like a baby who was just learning how to walk. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Wait, maybe I have.

It was just like the first time Vincenzo broke into my home and cornered me like a mouse. But back then, I was scared, if anything, I was exhilarated to experience something like that, but not with Sullivan, not when I had another life forming inside of me, not when I was just beginning my life with Vincenzo. It was the thought of losing all that that frightened me the most.