Page 88 of Sinful King
I frowned.
Was that supposed to move me?
“So, he’s terrorizing out of sight now,” I mumbled, entering behind Liam but coming to a stop when I noticed his gun drawn on the man standing at the left side of Blake’s desk.
His skin was what my mother had called blue-black, so dark and camera ready.
I couldn’t exactly see what he was wearing beneath his calf length coat but he was tall, enough that if I weren’t in heels I’d have to look up. The clean pair of wheat Timbs on his feet, screamed trouble.
“Has anyone ever approached you about being the face of their brand?” I found myself asking, earning a glare from Liam.
My fearlessness bothered him.
The stranger barely glanced at the gun, pinning charcoal black eyes on me instead.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms. Phillips,” he said coolly, his voice a deep undercurrent I expected. “Yet, no one mentioned you were exactly my type. Our meet and greet could’ve happened much sooner.”
“Blake, who the fuck is this?”
I pointed at the mystery man, my face balled up at his blatant disrespect.
“Demetrius Cannon,” he answered before my brother could, holding his big ass hand out for me to shake. “Your future husband and representative of the Ahmeti family.”
The Ahmeti family were affiliated with the Albanian mafia. He was the problem we’d been talking about—the middle man between Landell and a host of issues, Meechie.
He found me on purpose,I thought.
“Can you tell your guard to lower his weapon?” Demetrius asked. “I didn’t plan on dying today and came unarmed.”
I didn’t give Liam the order.
“Why shouldn’t I let him put a bullet in your head and savemy husbandthe time?”
It was hard to get a read on him, other than his non-threatening energy.
He wasn’t here to kill or be killed, that part was true.
“Killing me would bring more problems than you could imagine,” he said with conviction, eyes on the door quicker than I could turn to see who’d opened it. “Don’t take my statement as anything but the simple truth.”
Sean’s presence didn’t surprise me once his irritated eyes met mine.
There was only so much of my defiance Liam would let slide, going blind into a meeting and ending up with the man my husband wanted to kill in front of me wasn’t one of them.
But when his grandfather stepped in behind him, I had a feeling this wouldn’t go how any of us expected.
Were we about to make a deal with the enemy?
The question slipped my mind in an instant when Sean’s lips possessively met mine.
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sean
“Stop makingLiam’s life harder for me, Amoy.”
I had barely pulled my lips from hers after my grandda cleared his throat to stop us from kissing.
Was it necessary for me to walk in here and put my tongue down her throat? No.
