Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 47

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“Boss, when are we leaving?” Desmond leaned close to whisper in my ear, but my eyes were locked on the stripper writhing in front of me, thighs spread wide, trying to force her body to overwrite the one burned- in image of that gorgeous lady I havd held in my heart but It was useless.

Last night I’d tested the new shipment myself, sniffed a line, tasted the purity. Top–grade, already moving on the streets.

Now here I sat in my own club, sky–high, desperate to erase her, and nothing worked. The girl on stage should have had me hard in seconds. Instead I felt nothing.

I only wanted the one who’d walked away from me on that terrace after calling me a gangster, the one who looked like she belonged to a completely different world than the violent chaos I ruled.

Jaw clenched, I stood abruptly and headed for the exit, my men lining the corridor bowing as I passed. Desmond caught up at the car.

“Last stack sold. Cash is in the trunk,” he reported.

I nodded once, slid behind the wheel, lit a cigarette, and pulled out toward the rainforest drop. That’s how it worked. The dirty money in, clean money out, laundered smooth through the Godlike legal empire. Simple.

By the time I reached home I’d smoked the entire pack. I drove into the hidden tunnel, parked in the underground garage, and exhaled wearily. No sleep since last night. I needed some.

I got out, opened the trunk. Neat bricks of cash stared back at me. I hauled the heavy bags into the private elevator that rose straight to my living room, then carried them into the steel–walled vault.

There are cameras everywhere, one secret room stacked with weapons, another with money. The cash room was ice–cold. I added the new bundles to the towering wall of bills, turned, and headed for the bathroom.

I stripped fast, kicking off boots, yanking down trousers and briefs. My cock sprang free. I stepped into the multi–head shower and let scalding water blast me from every side.

I soaped up slowly, but the slick bar sliding in my palm dragged my mind straight back to her. Instantly I hardened, straining.

I looked down at the thick length in my fist and imagined burying it inside her. How loud she would cry if I ever got her beneath me.

Eyes closed, I started stroking, picturing those full breasts, the pale pink nipples I’d only I knew the color of. Then her mouth, how it would stretch around me, how deep I could force myself down her throat.

I was close, so close, cum already beading at the tip, when the TV newscaster’s voice cut through the steam.

“Holiday’s best gift comes from the Agency of Pinky Pie! Our beloved actress will host a fan–meet tomorrow night at…”

The words blurred as I came hard, thick ropes hitting the tile, a guttural groan tearing from my chest. Pleasure and pain twisted together. Thinking about her and never having her was torture.

Then the rest of the news report sank in.

20:45 Sat, Jan 10 G.

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I shut off the water, stepped out dripping, and walked naked to the screen. The headline scrolled.

༤ དཱི, 43%#

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A fan meeting tomorrow night for free, hosted by Pinky pie agency. All her fans are welcome.

When I saw this I swallowed hard. This isn’t an ordinary fan meeting. It’s a bait. A trick to lure him out using his daughter. I have seen Brown Fash’s daughter and I have seen the image of this top actress pasted in her ward.

I stared at the screen still and simply understood it. Whoever this Kashi Frost was, the one who was suppose to take the fall for Hanba’s murder, he was protected by serious wealth and connections.

But I couldn’t let a loose end threaten the Godlike name

I left to dressed fast. Black leather jacket, trousers, gloves, boots. I entered the weapons room, pulled the sniper rifle from its case, zipped it into the bag, carried it to the garage, tossed it in the trunk, and roared out of the tunnel.

Night had already fallen when I reached the city. Finding the perfect rooftop across from tomorrow’s venue was child’s play.

If the witness showed up like they wanted, he’d be dead before he opened his mouth.

I hadn’t spared Brown Fash’s life just for him to drag me down with him.

No.

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