Second chance for the Mafia prince (January and Gulliver) novel Chapter 145

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Pulling into the parking lot, Gulliver looked at her sideways, “you have your knife?” he whispered.

“I do.”

“If you find a chance to use it, take it.”

“I will.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The car was barely parked, and the car door was ripped open and men with guns pointed at them.

“Aw look, baby, Davis is so terrified of us, he has guns pointed at me before I even get out.”

They pulled Gulliver out of the car and slammed him against the hood and checked him over for a weapon. They took January out of the car and leaned her over to check her and Gulliver

snarled.

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“Don’t fucking touch her.” Gulliver shot a warning look at the men. “I’ll be telling Davis how you put your hands all over the woman he thinks he’s going to keep as his own. I wonder in his twisted fucking brain how that pans out for you.”

They shoved Gulliver forward and one of the men sent a sucker punch to Gulliver’s abdomen. “Where are my partners? They left the diner today and disappeared.”

“Oh, you mean Baldy and his merry band of stalking assholes?” Gulliver grinned despite the pain from the punch. He met the man’s gaze with a smug smirk, “I have no idea what happened to them. Maybe they went for a drive and their car just,” he made a movement with his hand to mimic something falling with a whistle, “disappeared.”

“You did something to them and we’ll make you pay.”

“You can try.” Gulliver actually laughed as they walked towards the entrance of the motel. He made wide eyes at January, “did you hear that baby? He thinks he’s going to make me pay for something I have no idea about.”

“I’m sure the big bald fucker who harassed my seven–year–old daughter for the last couple of years simply took a wrong turn on his way to his destination.” She gave Gulliver a smile, “maybe he didn’t crash off a ravine. What if they stopped somewhere to have a big gay orgy and he’s busy getting his ass reamed by one of the guys? You were probably not invited because you’re not sexy enough for them.” She mock–whispered, “that fella over

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there is at least a hundred pounds too heavy to a real agent. I bet he works a desk job.”

“His name is Agent Button. You are right. He does work at

a desk. He hurt his back several years ago and had to stop

working. He knew your uncle. Your uncle thought he was a lazy fucker and they didn’t get along.‘

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When the Agent’s face tightened, January smiled bigger, “I don’t think he likes you knowing such details about him, my love. He seems kind of cranky about it.”

“It’s fine. When he dies, his wife will get a decent pension from the government. She’ll be happier when he’s dead. She is tired of his ass hanging around all the time. Apparently his back injury caused him to have limp dick, and she hasn’t had a good fuck in years. She’s too shy to cheat. When he dies, she’s a free woman.”

January knew he was trying to keep the focus on him and not on her, but she worried he might be taking it too far when the bigger man shoved him forward hard.

“Hey now, that’s a lot of activity for a man your size. If you have a heart attack, I’m not giving you CPR,” she quipped at the man. She looked at Gulliver, “you okay”

“Prince of Pain, baby.” He arrogantly winked at her.

They looked around the lobby of the motel, and they were being pushed towards what must have been the restaurant but was

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now some kind of storage of the motel’s furniture through some glass doors. She watched Gulliver and realized he was scanning the room, noting every potential exit, barrier, and possibility. Watching him work the room in a situation as dangerous as this one was oddly turning her on. This was sexy as hell.

“Gentlemen!” he called out as they walked into the room where Davis was standing with a handful of people, “how kind of you to assemble everyone together so I can kill you all in one go!”

“Gulliver!”

A woman’s breathless cry of his name made January look in the direction just beyond the group of men and she noted the blonde woman. She looked to Gulliver in confusion. “That’s Duchess?”

“Yes.” He shot the woman a disgusted look as the woman raced

towards him.

“I get it now. I wondered why a parent would name their child a dog’s name, but her face reminds me of a pug.”

Gulliver choked on his laugh at January’s words.

Just before Duchess reached Gulliver, her arms outstretched as if she were going to fling herself around him, January jumped in the way and punched her solid in the face. The sound of the crack of her nose and the way the woman fell backwards, smacking her head off the old tile floor of the restaurant echoed. Before anyone realized what was happening, January was on

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