Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 19

Dante's POV

Gia squirmed like a wildcat slung over my shoulder, kicking, twisting, her fists beating uselessly against my back, but none of it mattered. If anything, every scratch, every wiggle, every breath that left her mouth only fueled the fire already roaring through my veins.

"Put me down!" she shouted for the tenth time, her voice muffled against my back.

I didn’t even acknowledge it.

My boots hit the marble hard as I stormed down the hallway. A few of my men caught sight of me coming and instantly stepped out of my path. No one dared to speak or even look for more than a second.

Her voice rose again, irritated. “You’re insane!” she cried, her fists pounding harder. “You can’t just drag people around like sacks of flour!”

The only response she got was the tightening of my arm around her thighs.

She could yell herself hoarse, I wasn’t stopping. Her words still rang in my head like a damn war drum.

She thought she could disrespect me, emasculate me, challenge me, humiliate me, and worst of all, she thought she could do it in front of my men wearing a fucking smirk, without consequence.

Not a chance in hell.

I reached my office, kicked the door open so hard it slammed against the wall, and walked straight in. One firm shove of my shoulder sent the door slamming shut behind us.

I threw her off my shoulder. She hit the floor with a huff, palms catching her weight as she scrambled back, her hair a wild mess around her face.

I stood there, chest heaving, rage choking me at the throat.

She looked up at me like she was ready to bite, and then... she did the one thing I didn’t expect.

She giggled.

A low, breathy giggle at first. Then it grew, tumbling out of her in mocking bursts that only made my hands clench tighter at my sides.

She pressed a hand to her mouth, then let it fall just as dramatically. “What? You thought I’d cry?”

Her grin was a slash across her face. “Aww. Poor Don Dante. Did I hurt your ego in front of your crew?”

My jaw twitched.

“You think I’m going to sit here and beg? No, sweetheart. I’m going to laugh. Because this? This right here? You are a fucking joke.”

For a brief moment, I just stared at her.

This girl had to be insane. About to be punished, and she was laughing in my face, pushing me even further to do my worst.

No other woman would dare mock me in my face like this.

But she was going to learn today, whether she liked it or not, what it meant to go against Dante De Luca.

I took a step closer, forcing her to take steps backward until her legs brushed against my desk and she stopped.

“You think that smirk won’t be wiped off?” I growled, each word slow and lethal. “Keep laughing. You won’t be for long.”

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