Chapter Ninety

The impossibly high heels she wore made him hard just looking at them and he knew all the men in the room felt the same way. She ignored him completely and it hurt him more than he cared to admit and he found it hard to dampen his jealousy when she allowed the other Dons to dance with her. He could only watch tight-lipped and fist-clenched as they put their hands on his woman and pressed themselves against her, as she looked up at them, and his anger grew,

‘God damn it she was flirting with these ass-holes.’

He growled under his breath and his men closed around him,

‘Vuoi che prendiamo il suo capo?’ [Do you want us to take her Boss?]

They asked and he was touched by their loyalty to him, he could see they were just as angry as he was that these jerks were touching his woman,

‘Cazzo, non era più la sua donna, aveva sprecato ogni possibilità che aveva con lei approfittando del suo amore per lui.’ [Fuck, she was not his woman any more, he had blown any chance he had with her by taking ad