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A Bride For The Mafia King Without Warning
Callahan"Hey, Brother," Antonio says when I open my eyes.He looks older than twenty-six. Already has gray hair at his temples. He's too fucking young to have gray around his temples.“You look like I feel,” I say."I should have been there.""So you could get shot up too?""So I could fight alongside you.""Fuck that. I'm glad you weren't there.""I'm glad you're alive.""I'm not going anywhere yet, Brother."“You can't control that,” he says, running a hand through his hair. I can. To some extent. Guilt gnaws at me, but I shove it away.“Did you get the problem solved?”"What? Oh. Yeah. It was nothing, really. Some stupid emails crossed and just nothing."“I'm glad Uncle David sent you, Antonio. It's better if you're outside of this. Like he is. It's safer."“I'm not a coward, Brother.”“I know that. But I don't want you in harm's way. This isn't the end. It's not even the fucking middle. And I've been thinking about this. I want you out."He stands, shakes his head and goes to cl
A Bride For The Mafia King Reckless Stitches
CallahanI instantly forget how to breathe."Don't move."Fuck. Me.She squeezes a generous amount of ointment onto her fingers and extends her arm to my side. I grab hold of her wrist before she touches me. "Gentle. Understand? You look like you're going to enjoy this touch for my liking."“What is the matter, Callahan? Afraid of a little pain?"“You just told me you were glad I didn't die," I say, loosening my hold but not letting her go, bracing myself because this is definitely going to hurt.But I owe her this. I glance to the nightstand where the ring box sits. I hiss when she smears the stuff on the too tender skin.She meets my gaze and holds it as she smears it on a little harder than she needs to.“Take it easy.”Her smile widens at my discomfort. “Aww. What is it?" She tilts her head, pouts, eyes going all big. “The big bad wolf is just a helpless little pup when it hurts?"I grin. She's sparring, my Little Kitten. That's good. I reach up with my good hand to take hold of t
A Bride For The Mafia King Sour Promise
I kneel again, close the shirt and do the buttons like she had them. I don't want to. What I want is to hold her. To feel her skin against my skin. What I want is more. And until she's willing to give as much as I want, I won't push.No woman taught me consent and respect until her.She lays her head back on my bed and takes a ragged breath in, watching me carefully. I wonder if she was unsure if l'd stop.I slide off her, standing. I don't want to, but she needs to learn she can trust me to keep my word. I get the feeling she hasn't had many trustworthy men in her life.“That wasn't too bad, was it?” I ask, finishing with the last button."It was horrible. " She sits up. I grin, close one hand around her thigh to stop her from standing."Was it? Are you sure about that or are you are lying, Little Kitten?"“I'm not lying."“So, if I were to spread your legs and look at your sweet pussy, it wouldn't be wet?"She tries to pull my arm off, focusing all her attention on it."Tell me,” I
A Bride For The Mafia King Electric Blue Eyes
PortiaI study him. He's got a cut high on his cheek but it's nothing compared to his chest and back. He looks like he rolled around in shards of broken glass.I remember my panic when he'd passed out after the doctor reset his shoulder. I remember exactly how it felt like my heart stopped for a moment. I try to tell myself it's just because if he died, it'd be worse for Nathan and me. But I know that's not the whole truth."Portia?"He gestures to the ring. It's beautiful, a Princess cut diamond set amidst jagged blue stones."Sapphires?" I ask.He nods.I study the jewels. Remember how my brothers had plans to deal in diamonds too. Nothing was off the table for them.I know I don't really have a choice in the matter here. He is right. This is a better option than Fernando fucking Mancini would offer me. But if I have any room to negotiate, I'm taking it."I want Nathan upstairs tonight. No, now.""Tomorrow. After you've said I do.""Tomorrow? This is happening tomorrow?""We'll surp
A Bride For The Mafia King Night Queen
PortiaHe left me to eat alone after that strange proposal — can you call that a proposal? It surprised me and although Lenore took a tray into his study, I saw her return with it untouched before I went upstairs.I look at my ring now as I sit on the little Princess bed. It's pretty, the edges of the sapphires jagged and sharp like shards of glass. I like it. It fits. But the thought of marrying him makes my belly go funny. And it's not exactly a queasy feeling.Getting up, I pace the room for the hundredth time. I won't be getting any sleep tonight, although it's well past two in the morning. He hasn't come up either but for all I know he's not even on the island anymore. I heard a boat go out a few hours ago. Maybe he went back to the mainland.I open my door quietly. Still no guard outside. There's a lock on the outside but he hasn't used it. Yet. I'm wearing a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie, along with a pair of ballerina slippers. I added these and a few others like it
A Bride For The Mafia King The First Time
Portia"Do you ever just shut up?" he growls the question into my mouth before he kisses me so hard, all I can do is suck in his whiskey breath and feel his soft lips. “You shouldn't have come down here," he says, kissing me harder, pushing my pants down just far enough that they slip off my hips and pool around my ankles. “You're going to make me do things you don't want me to do."My eyelids fly open to find his eyes on me as he slips his hand between my legs and cups the crotch of my panties.I gasp.We stand there like that for a long minute just staring at each other. My hands rest on his chest but don't push him away. He's about an inch from my face, barely, and he looks fucked up. Not angry.Something else. Just messed up.“You shouldn't have come down here," he growls again."Let me go and I'll go away."“Too late for that," he pauses, his fingers moving a little. I haven't had a woman in ten years."I swallow and push against him, knowing I won't be able to budge him, still n
A Bride For The Mafia King I Remember Everything
CallahanShe's right about the whiskey. I've had enough.But I walk into my bedroom, slam the door shut and pick up the bottle there to drink some more.Because tonight, I need it.I place my gun on the nightstand and bring my fingers to my nose to smell her on them. The taste of her mixed with the taste of the whiskey makes me heady.My dick is still hard. I need to fuck. Maybe I should have fucked those women my uncle supplied all this time. I couldn't touch them though. Turned my stomach to think of it.Her though? Fucking Portia Esmeralda with that big mouth she doesn't know when to shut. Her whiskey eyes and tiny tits. Her pussy smelling like perfume and tasting like the sweetest thing I've ever tasted?Yeah. I could fuck her.I could fuck her for days.I shove my jeans and briefs off and switch on the shower because if I don't do this now, right fucking now and right fucking here, I'm going to go back into that room and fuck her so hard I'l rip her in two.I meant what I said. I
A Bride For The Mafia King Cocktail Eve
CallahanMy head throbs in the too-bright sun as I stand on the beach drinking coffee while Cerberus plays in the waves. I need to make some calls today.Organize our impromptu wedding.Cerberus runs back to me wind whips my face. It's a brisk morning. He drops the ball I've been tossing for him at my feet and lays down, ready for more. “You're quite the guard dog, you know," I tell him, picking up the ball and throwing it into the waves.He charges after it and I watch. I love that dog. I love his innocence. The honesty of his existence.My arm aches. It's the same one the doctor reset yesterday. I peel back my shirt to glance at the tattoo.Why I thought I could write a name in script no less at that angle while drunk is honestly beyond me. I shake my head at myself and finish my coffee, unable to resist looking up at her window again.It's been empty every time, but she's there now, her face turned up to the sun. She has her eyes closed as I watch her.That tattoo wasn't the only
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A Bride For The Mafia King epilogue
PortiaWe're lying in bed, Callahan's big arms around me. I'm curled into him, our heads resting on the same pillow.He's playing with a strand of my hair. I touch his unshaved face, liking the stubble."I would be dead if it wasn't for you," he says.I study him, thinking about what I need to tell him.“I didn't want to live afterward. I wanted to die. Even though I knew it would kill Antonio, I just couldn't. But then there you were, and you made me remember things. Made me feel things. Made me care again. Maybe you make me less selfish, Portia."“You've never been selfish, Callahan.”He shrugs a shoulder."I need to tell you something," I start. I take a breath in and lay on my back to stare up at the ceiling. He puts a hand on my belly. Slides it up to cup a breast.“I like this," he says. “I like a little more meat on you.""Well, I'm glad you think so." I sit up, put my pillow on my lap."What is it?" he asks, all serious when he sees my expression. He sits up too and takes the
A Bride For The Mafia King Love Is A Drug
PortiaHe also told me about Antonio, about him possibly being a product of rape. He's already sent DNA to a lab for a paternity test. We're waiting on the results."Petrov has disappeared. Diamente thinks he'd arranged the explosives to detonate after he left." I'd assumed the explosions were from Callahan's men, a distraction, but this makes much more sense."Why would he have done that?"Callahan shrugs a shoulder."Maybe he knew Felix and his fondness for cameras? Maybe he just hated the assholes present? Who knows? Who cares?""Who is he?""Russian businessman. That's all I've been able to get so far. But I'll find him.""We will find him," says a low, raspy voice from the bed.I gasp, turn my head. Callahan is beside the bed in an instant."Brother!"A doctor and two nurses rush in. They must have been alerted by the machines to Antonio's waking."Well, it's good to see you're awake, Mr. Scarfoni," the doctor says, smiling."I'd have opened my eyes earlier but these two were dec
A Bride For The Mafia King A New Dawn
PortiaI carry two cups of coffee into Antonio's room. Callahan is sitting across from his bed watching him. Maybe willing him to open his eyes. To wake up.Callahan is alive. Battered and bruised, his hearing comes and goes but he's alive. The blast had knocked him out. For a minute, I thought he was gone, really gone this time, but he's back.He looks over at me, stands. I take in the bandages I can see on his arms, his neck, the side of his head and I'm sure he does the same with mine.But it could be worse.I glance at Antonio.“You need to let the doctor look at you again,” I tell him."After." Smears of blood and dirt still stain his clothes and skin. I know most of it isn't his at least.He takes one of the cups of coffee and leads me to a chair. He sits down beside me, and we watch Antonio together.It's been twenty-seven hours since the house blew up.Twenty hours since Antonio came out of surgery.I don't know how many hours or days since David kidnapped me.I look at Callah
A Bride For The Mafia King Nine Lives
PortiaCallahan stands and helps me up."Don't look at him. He doesn't deserve your gaze."Antonio reads something on his phone, and I see the Glock he's holding at his side."Our men are on the grounds, not in the house yet though."I hear gunfire outside the house then, and a moment later, a small explosion.Callahan goes to the window, one arm wrapped around me, as he looks out over the front yard. I see the men out there, the gunfight. I notice the fire at the far end of the house.“We need to move," he tells Antonio, then turns his attention to me. "Is Felix on site?"“I don't know," I say.He nods. "If he is, I'll find him. But I need to get you out first." He holds my hand, and we walk around the bed to where the dead man is lying face down in his own blood. He bends to tug his knife out of the man's side.I notice the new injury on his side then. The bandage over the new set of stitches long gone. I touch it tentatively.“You're hurt."He takes my wrist, shifting his grip to m
A Bride For The Mafia King Back From The Dead
PortiaThe chains that bind my wrists to my ankles are removed and my arms are stretched overhead, bound to a metal rung on the headboard. I'm flipped onto my stomach, the cuffs clanging as I'm tugged downward. The link that hobbled me is also removed. My legs are pulled apart, stretched to either corner of the bed and linked to the rungs there.The two men responsible for preparing me, stand back and look down at me. One tugs the pillow out from under my head and shoves it beneath my belly. He nods, meets my eyes and cups his erection."I'll take your ass when it's my turn," he says in Spanish. "Save me a piece."I spit at him.He slaps my ass."Hey," the other soldier interrupts and points to the corner where I see one of those flashing red lights again. The camera is hidden but the soldiers know about it. They must be Felix's men."After."The man glances at the blinking light, nods then returns his attention to me. "If there's anything left."They walk out but don't close the door
A Bride For The Mafia King We
Portia"You won't be walking out of here tonight."Did she mean that literally?Because if this is Felix's plan for me, then I'll be fucked by every man out there in turn.I hear the woot of the onlookers once the curtain is fully raised. I can't see much of them and I think that's on purpose. The spotlight follows me even when I turn my head.A man calls out a ridiculous number and makes a lewd comment. Several laugh out loud as the auctioneer chuckles into his microphone, tapping his gavel twice to get everyone's attention.“You haven't even seen it all yet,” he notes in a sing-song voice.Two sets of hands take hold of my arms and force me to turn.When they do, I catch a glimpse of the blinking red light coming from the top corner of the room.Felix is recording this. Is it for me? Well, I should say is it for him?To show those who won't pledge loyalty to him what happens if you are his enemy? Or is it to hold onto after these men leave. Material to blackmail them when it suits h
A Bride For The Mafia King Lone Ranger
Callahan"I don't think..." the man starts then stops. "Shit!"I follow his gaze to where another vehicle drives erratically toward us from inside the gates. It's a large SUV and I can only make out the shadows of the two in the front seat. The driver honks his horn angrily."Petrov," the one with the clipboard says."Mother fucker," the other one curses.The driver lays on his horn opening his window and flipping us or the guards or the whole lot of us off as he barrels toward us and even over the music, I can hear him laughing."Fucking asshole," clipboard guy says as he jumps backward.I hit the gas and pull through the gates, only managing to miss the SUV by a hair. In the rearview mirror I see it swerve as if to run over the soldiers."Who the fuck is fucking Petrov?" Antonio asks."He's the asshole that got us in," I say once we're far enough away from the gates that I can't see the soldiers stationed there anymore."Two guards at the front door," Antonio says.I park the car wh
A Bride For The Mafia King Pound The Alarm
Callahan"Any chance we can get eyes on the estate? Gauge what we're walking into," I ask Diamente as we drive toward the location in Eindhoven. I watch the dark sky, the raindrops only a nuisance on the windshield now. Clouds are rolling angrily in the distance, illuminated by still-silent flashes of light.Dante is coordinating more manpower and Antonio is sitting beside me staring out the window, hands fisted."We can't get closer than the public road leading up to the house. They've got their own drones," Diamente says."Of course, they do."I have him on speaker phone but I'm not sure Antonio's listening."From what I've learned about past auctions, they issue, at most, two dozen invitations. In most cases, the buyer himself doesn't attend. They send someone in their place. None of these men want to be in the same room together if they can help it. None of them want to be seen.""Makes sense. How do they know what they're bidding on?""A brochure would have circulated prior to th
A Bride For The Mafia King Shocking Standoff
Portia“Which one started the crying fest here?" she asks, eyes on the girls.The guard who is responsible for the guilty one, pushes his charge forward.The woman steps toward her, cocks her head to look at her then touches her face, wiping away a tear. "Look what you've done to your face. Your makeup will have to be fixed, The others too."The girl swallows standing suddenly, very straight. I realize why when I see how the woman with the clipboard is holding her chin, nails digging into skin."But there's always one example to be made," the woman says and gestures to the other woman to step forward. “I'm going to give you a choice. Each of you sobbing will have the same choice to make if you're still crying like babies when I'm finished with this one."The one from the kitchen steps forward and raises her hand to show what she's holding. It's a large wooden paddle that I imagine can do real damage.“We'll need to make sure our customers understand there's a reason you're crying. Six
