Kissing the Killer: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) Read Online Free PDF

tonight.
    I sat back and sighed. I had a small television set up against the wall, a coffee table, a little kitchen table, and that was about it. The place felt bare because it was. I spent most of my time out on jobs, at clubs, and occasionally at the Barone mansion. I just didn’t have time to decorate or any of that shit.
    As I scanned the room, I felt like something was off. Something was wrong. I slowly got off the couch and walked toward the bedroom door. I eased it open gently and peered inside.
    The bed was empty.
    “Shit,” I said.
    I went through the whole place, which took about thirty seconds. Emma was gone, absolutely gone.
    I quickly got dressed and slipped my gun into my jeans. I had to find her before anyone else did, or else she was dead and I wasn’t too far behind her.
    Damn girl. She was a lot more difficult than I had imagined. Strong willed and with a big fucking temper to boot. I never would have guessed that she was going to come at me like she did. She was like a fucking wild animal when I let her out of the closet, a beautiful fucking wild animal.
    I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to see her strip. The girl had a body like nothing I’d ever seen before, and my cock was hard just thinking about her. Those lips and that fierce expression on her face, angry and resentful, hatred etched across her eyes, it just made me more fucking excited.
    I wanted to slide my thick cock between her legs, feel that dripping pussy. I was willing to bet I could tame her wild streak with my fingers and my tongue, get her begging for my big cock to make her come again and again.
    But I could worry about that another time. Right now I needed to find her.
    I pushed out of my apartment and hit the stairs, taking them two at a time. I had no clue when she left or where she was going, but I had to try to find her.
    I stopped in my tracks as I got to the bottom of the stairs. Emma was curled in the corner next to the front door of the apartment building. I walked toward her cautiously until I realized that she was fast asleep.
    Did she get down here and forget how to use a door? It wasn’t locked, so she could have easily just opened it and left.
    “Emma,” I said, standing over her.
    She didn’t stir.
    “Emma,” I said again, more loudly, and nudged her with my toe.
    She jolted awake, sitting up and looking around wildly.
    “It’s okay,” I said. “You’re safe.”
    She stared up at me defiantly for a second before looking down at the ground. “I wanted to leave,” she said.
    “Door’s right there.”
    “I don’t have money, or anywhere to go.” She looked back up at me. “I’ve never been out of Chicago.”
    I frowned. “Really?”
    She nodded and sighed. “Dad never let me. Plus, I don’t know anybody outside the city.”
    “Come on,” I said, holding my hand out to her. “Let’s get some breakfast.”
    She stared up at me with those fucking beautiful eyes. “You don’t own me,” she said. “Just because I didn’t run away doesn’t mean you own me.”
    “Okay,” I said. “How about we have this discussion somewhere less public?”
    She pushed herself up from the floor, ignoring my outstretched hand. She looked even smaller in the daylight, her thick figure, full ass, and perfect tits still gorgeous even covered by my oversized clothes.
    “Lead the way, killer,” she said.
    I laughed and climbed the steps. I heard her following close behind.
    Once we were in the apartment, I shut the door and locked it. “Sit,” I said, nodding at the kitchen table.
    She sat down. “Dismal place,” she said. “I didn’t notice last night, but did you just move in or something?”
    I laughed. “Nah. Been here for a while.”
    “Why’s it so empty?”
    “I don’t spend much time in here.” I went into the kitchen and began to root around for some food. “You’re probably used to that disgusting mess your dad made in your old house.”
    “I hated that,” she said, “but he just kept