Her Mafia Bodyguard Read Online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
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He locks eyes with me before I can react, then stomps his way down the wooden steps. “What are you doing here? You know you’re not supposed to—”

“Who is he?” Posey takes me by the arm, pulling me in close like she wants to protect me. I like this girl. Even if her instincts are slightly off. I do need help from this man, but not the kind of help she thinks.

“Let’s go.” He comes over to me and takes me by my other arm, but Posey is not about to let go.

“Who do you think you are? Get your hand off her.”

Zeke lets out a derisive laugh, looking her up and down, clearly not seeing much of a match. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, so back off. She’s not supposed to be here.”

“Would you stop?” I hiss through clenched teeth. People are staring. Even a couple of girls who were making out while a bunch of guys watched stop what they are doing so they can watch us instead. The guys have phones and were recording the girls—what happens if they record us? My father will kill me if he sees the video. I don’t know how he’d find it, but he would. I know it.

All of this goes through my head in the blink of an eye. I hand my cup over to Posey with an apologetic smile. “Hopefully, I’ll see you around campus.”

“Here, give me your number.”

I call it out to her, and she calls my phone so her contact info will be there.

Meanwhile, Zeke is leading me around the side of the house rather than cutting back through the party. I’m glad since the last thing I want is to be humiliated in front of my newly made friends.

“You know the kind of trouble you could be in right now?” Zeke’s Harley is parked in front of the house, which of course, has attracted attention. I wish the people who brought our things left it behind. The second he snarls at the group that’s gathered around the bike, they scatter. It would be funny if I wasn’t so embarrassed.

“Stop.” I pull my arm free once we’ve reached the bike. “You’re making a scene.”

“You’re the one who put me in this position. What the fuck do you think you’re doing, sneaking out like that?”

“Could you stop? I mean it,” I mutter, glancing around.

“It’s what you deserve. Maybe you’ll think twice before you do some dumb shit like this again.” He puts a hand on the small of my back and gives me a tiny shove. “Get on the bike.”

“In this?” I look down at my dress. It’s a little too short for a ride.

“Not my fault you’re walking around with half your shit hanging out.” He slings a leg over the motorcycle’s seat, leaving me plenty of room to get on behind him. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life, but I know better than to keep fighting. The idea of any of the guys around here thinking they could be my white knight and get in his face nauseates me. There’s no way it would end well.

So I have no choice but to swallow my pride and climb on behind Zeke, wrapping my arms around his waist. Posey’s watching, and I give her a smile to tell her it’s okay. I’ll have to text her later, and… what? Explain that my father doesn’t trust me to exist without a bodyguard at all times? That just for once, I thought I could have a little fun on my own?

“If you think we’re not going to have it out when we get back to the condo, you’re out of your mind.” I don’t have a chance to answer since he guns the engine before peeling away from the curb.

Yes, I’m sure we’re going to have it out.

And after the way he just humiliated me, there’s nothing I would rather do.

7

ZEKE

“Don’t you dare fucking march around like you’re the one with a reason to be angry,” I warn her on the way back into the building. There’s a separate entrance from the garage, leading straight to the elevator without the humiliation of walking through the lobby with her so obviously furious. I don’t feel like getting red-flagged by management, especially so soon after we’ve moved in.

“Would you drop the act already?” She tosses her hair, and I have to pretend the scent doesn’t light me on fire. “Daddy isn’t here to give you a gold star. And I’m not impressed with you.”

“Maybe you should be.” We get on the elevator, and I punch the button. “Because all it would take is a quick phone call.”

“A quick phone call, huh? Stop, or I’ll piss myself.” Another hair toss. It’s almost enough to make me want to cut it off.



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