Dante Read Online Free PDF

Danzi.”
    His gun dug harder into her jaw. Her knife reacted accordingly at his sac.
    “What do you want from me?”
    Catrina flashed white teeth in a wicked smile. “I heard you need a wife.”
    Dante nearly balked. “What did you just say?”
    “Oh, I think you heard me perfectly well, Dante.”
    As her knife drew a line upwards across his cock, Dante realized he was as hard as steel. “Remove your fucking knife.”
    “I don’t think so. See, your gun is still at my throat and that isn’t very nice.” Catrina gave him another sinful smile, adding, “Besides, I think you like it.”
    Dante cocked the hammer back on his gun, completely unbothered by the few patrons milling around. He had no idea if his brothers had taken notice of his current situation or not, but at the moment, his focus was entirely on this strangely beautiful woman and her knife at his dick.
    “I dislike guns in general,” Catrina said, tilting her head to the side as if they were having a conversation about dinner. “They’re heavy and loud. Barely anyone questions a small knife, but a gun, however, someone always takes issue. And, with a woman like me, there’s no need for a gun.”
    Dante couldn’t stop himself from watching her hazel eyes as he asked, “Why’s that?”
    “Because men are predictable, and with a face like mine, they can’t help but let me close. Once they do …”
    “They’re fucked.”
    She had drawn him in like fucking prey.
    And he let her . 
    “Exactly. Put your gun down and we can talk.”
    Dante didn’t. “Those men, they’re yours, yes?”
    “They are and I was quite surprised you let their nonsense go on for as long as you did.”
    “I was waiting for one of them to slip up.”
    “I suspected,” she said with a sigh. “They didn’t, of course. I’ve trained them well.”
    Dante had another thought, and it irked him. “It could have been my father here tonight at this meeting and not me, Catrina.”
    “Call me Cat.”
    Dante’s cock twitched at the way her name rolled off her own damn tongue. Christ, how could one woman piss him off and turn him on at the same time? It was disgusting.
    “It could have been my father,” Dante repeated, needing to get far away from his thoughts.
    “No, I knew it would be you,” Catrina whispered.
    Good God .
    Dante felt an uncontrollable urge to put a distance between his body and Catrina. The part of his brain that wondered what her mouth would feel like as he fucked it made him stay pressed at the junction of her thighs with her knife at his balls.
    “Word travels fast in our business, Dante. Seems you’ve been taking the reins a lot lately, but a little more talk went along with it. To be boss, you need a wife. Something you don’t have and seemingly, you don’t want to be married if your rebuttals on the issue are anything to consider.”
    “How do you know my opinion on marriage?”
    “Another thing my pretty face gets me when I want it to is information . What could a sweet woman really do to a Marcello, hmm ? She’s only curious, they think. Stupid men.”
    Dante’s throat felt thick. “You sought me out for a proposal?”
    “In a sense,” Catrina murmured. “I have something you need, and you have something I need. It might work and we won’t know if we don’t discuss it.”
    “I don’t know you,” Dante forced out. “And after tonight, I don’t think I want to.”
    “You really need to drop your gun, bello .”
    “Stop calling me that.”
    “No, I think handsome fits you quite well.” Dante annoyance grew, but before he could respond, Catrina’s knife disappeared from his groin. She slipped the blade into a sheath at her thigh. Catrina waved behind Dante, undoubtedly at the men she had brought along to play their games. “This is just a taste of what I’m capable of.”
    Not that he wanted to, but since she had removed her weapon, Dante replaced his inside the holster at his back. “I don’t appreciate you sending your