Devil’s Last Dance Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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“Nothing is going to happen. It’s just a kiss, to see how it feels. One teeny, tiny kiss,” he said.

She liked the sound of that. A teeny, tiny kiss sounded so good.

Staring up at him, she waited, and then she linked her fingers behind his neck, went onto her tiptoes, and kissed him. His lips felt hard and firm beneath hers.

The moment his lips touched hers, she felt like she was floating. It was magical and so sweet, and so beautiful.

Antwone slid one of his hands up her back, going toward her head, holding onto her tightly. She moaned and he slid his tongue into her mouth.

The kiss deepened and she felt her whole body come to life in a way she didn’t think was possible. She melted against him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, whispering the words against her lips.

The kiss was amazing. There was no doubt about it. She loved feeling his hands all over her body. She just loved him holding her and she didn’t want it to stop.

But then, they both broke away from the kiss and looked at each other. Candice didn’t know what he was thinking, nor did she want to. His lips were slightly red and she knew without even looking at her own, they would be the same.

They stared at each other.

Waiting.

But, their food…

Antwone cleared his throat first. “I think our food is getting cold.”

And just like that, it was a bucket of cold water thrown over them both.

“Yes, our food is getting cold.”

They walked back to the table and the music was still playing. She took a seat and Antwone sat opposite.

The kiss kept replaying in her mind and she couldn’t get it out of her head. Her lips tingled, as did her body.

It was one kiss, but she knew she wanted to repeat it again and again and again.

Chapter Five

“Where are you?” Draven asked.

“Why?” Antwone often ignored the call, but tonight for some odd reason, he’d answered his brother’s call.

“Why? You’re asking me why? Damn it, you insulted Rafe by not showing up at his dinner invitation. What the fuck is your problem?”

“First of all, Rafe Lorenzo is a first-grade asshole. You know as well as I that he’s attempting to sell off his younger daughter to me. We’re talking a sixteen-year-old girl, Draven.” He wrinkled his nose.

“That doesn’t mean you have to choose her.”

“She’s the only virgin in the family. You and I both know that, and I’m not looking to have a teenager or a two-year engagement either.”

“Look, we can handle all the insulting shit. I get it. You don’t want to be told what to do. You never have. We’ll deal with the whole marriage thing. I promised you we’d sort this out together, but I can’t help you if you keep making enemies.”

“I’m not making enemies. I called ahead and canceled with Rafe. Trust me, I know my responsibilities.”

“Then where are you?”

“None of your business.”

“For fuck’s sake. You know we’ve had sightings of our enemies. We’ve got the Bratva wanting to take turf, not to mention our MC problem, and all the petty criminals that would love to take your place. You’re got no guards, no soldiers with you.”

“I don’t need them. You’re worrying too much, and even if I was to stay home or have dinner at Rafe’s, the same problems would still be there. Rafe is not exactly a happy man. His only interest is taking more power over the other capos, and if I was to marry his daughter, that’s exactly what he’d expect. It’s not going to happen. I expect he’d poison me for a chance at the top.”

Draven sighed. His brother knew he was right. In the last five years, they had to deal with a lot of shit. In fact, the whole time they had come to power, there had never been a dull moment. Antwone had known there never would be. The way his father acted when he was alive … there was always someone wanting to take their place.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Draven said.

“Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m doing something, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“And if you’re attacked?” Draven asked.

“I’ll handle it. I may have soldiers to keep me safe, but I also have myself. I know how to handle it. Don’t stress out. It won’t help with your looks.”

This did make Draven chuckle.

“How is Maria?” he asked.

“She’s doing good.”

“And the kids?”

“Maybe if you came and saw them, you’d see for yourself.”

He looked at the bar door, and saw it was open. Antwone had broken a lot of rules and he’d given Candice his personal cell phone number. The only other person to have that number was Draven. Everyone else had his business cell number. She had called him earlier that day to let him know the boss told her the bar would be open.


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