Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance Duet #1) - W.S. Greer Page 0,47

There’s no need to make any threats or to try to end the conversation like a badass. There’s nothing left to say, so Tommy and I turn around and walk towards the exit, leaving Abram and Alex at the table staring daggers into our backs. I don’t look back, because as far as I’m concerned, Abram Baskov is already dead.

“Well, that was fun,” Tommy quips as we exit the lobby and head to the main exit. I turn to him and smile, because we both know what’s going to happen next. We just have to figure out how we’re going to do it. It’s when I’m smiling at Tommy that I notice something behind him.

As we walk past the counter towards the revolving door, I see a woman setting her luggage at her feet as she speaks to the clerk at the counter. She has long brown hair that flows beautifully to the middle of her back, and her ass is pushing her jeans to the absolute limit. Something about the way she’s standing grabs my attention and doesn’t let go.

I stop walking and stare at her as the clerk checks her in and hands her the key to her room. When she grabs the key and turns around to pick up her luggage, my heart drops into the bottom of my feet.

I recognize her pale skin, her brown eyes, her pouty lips.

“Holy shit,” I say louder than I mean to, but I can’t help it. It’s her.

“Alannah?”

Alannah

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

It’s him.

He’s here.

He’s right here in front of me.

I just landed an hour ago. I haven’t even had a chance to check into my hotel room completely, and Dominic is already here. It’s really him. Oh. My. God.

He’s staring at me, and I’m staring back. He’s blinking, but I don’t think I am. I don’t think I’m breathing either, because the sheer beauty of this man is making it hard for my lungs to function properly.

He’s bigger than I remember, which should be a given since it’s been ten years, but my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders right now, so I’m surprised by it when I shouldn’t be. He’s about six-feet tall now, and at least two hundred-five pounds with thick arms and the same pink, pouty lips I’ve always loved. He’s gorgeous and intimidating, and I can’t stop staring. It’s Dominic. A bigger, sexier Dominic, wearing a suit that’s not quite black and not quite gray, but it definitely looks good on him.

“Alannah?” he says to me, his voice low, and sultry, and sexy, and holy shit.

“Oh my god,” I manage to utter. “Dominic. Is that you?” I know it’s him, but I don’t know what else to say.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is. I can’t believe this. What are you doing here?” He looks confused and adorable with that furrow in his brow that always turned me on and scared me all at the same time. His voice still carries the subtle Italian accent but has dropped an octave.

“I’m here,” I answer. I realize that sounds confusing so I try to clarify, but even that’s difficult right now. “I mean, I just landed. I’m here. I’m back. Umm, I just moved back here. To St. Louis.”

Dominic raises his eyebrows.

“You moved back to St. Louis? For good?”

“Yeah. My flight just landed about an hour ago. I’m just now checking into my hotel room until my place is ready. Umm, what are you . . . I mean, it’s really nice to see you. I was wondering if you were still here.”

He smiles before he answers, and I’m pretty sure my heart skips a few beats, then resuscitates itself.

“Of course I’m still here. I’d never leave St. Louis. I don’t understand. You’re here. You’re back,” he states like he’s confused by his own words. Then he suddenly snaps back into reality and looks at the man standing behind him, and I realize there actually is a man standing back there that I didn’t even see before, because I was too focused on Dominic.

This guy isn’t someone I recognize from school. He’s a little shorter than Dominic, but I can tell he’s buff even in his suit. He’s got really short hair and a scowl etched on his face like it’s permanent. The two of them together look like businessmen—the kind of businessmen that would hang you off the roof of a balcony if you owed them money.

Dominic whispers to the guy who I’m already convinced is a hitman, and while the two of them

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