Devyn Reilly isn't a socialite or mafia princess - she's down on her luck and it shows. Her rent is due, bills needed to be paid and she just got fired. Her singing career was going the same way as her life was - nowhere. But would all this be enough to make her go down The Rabbit Hole? Kieran Teague is a ruthless Irish mob boss, known to be so callous that even the Russian Pakhan of New York was wary of him. Stepping into his newly opened BDSM club, The Rabbit Hole, he did not expect to be intrigued by a lowly new dancer. However, the second she opened her mouth to sing, he knew he had to have her. Will the ruthless mobster be softened by the submissive siren? *Book 3 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels*
View MoreI sit across from the woman who was my fascination for so long and now has grown into the love of my life. I never knew what this feeling was when I first started seeing her as more than the woman I thought I despised. Now I realise how foolish I was before.“Are you going to eat or keep staring?” she asks me after placing a forkful of pasta in the mouth. I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry, just day dreaming.”“Hopefully, it’s about me?” She says, finishing off the last of her favourite meal. I roll my eyes. “When isn’t it about you?” Ah, fuck, we sound like a couple of teenagers, but I fucking love it. Anastasiya grins and stands up, leaning over the kitchen table with her swollen belly. “Does that mean I’m in your nightmares as well?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, and I put the last forkful of pasta in my mouth. “You bet your ass that you are.”
Anastasiya“She’s not awake yet?”“No, she’s been out since we brought her in. The fucker did quite a number on her.”Wait, why did the voice sound so familiar? Oh, no! Martin will kill me if there are uninvited guests! I need to get up. I need-“Thank God you spoke to Dimitri about this, Killian! She would be dead by now if you didn’t!”“Killian…?” I murmur, my throat feeling as dry as parchment and my eyes struggling to open. I realise that I’m lying on my side and turn my head, opening my eyes straight into the green pair that haunts my dreams.“Hey, Princess,” he says with a smile and strokes my hair. “How’re you feeling?”What? “Killian? Why… Why are you here? What happened?” I stutter with a hoarse voice. The last thing I remember was hearing a bang before fading out. It usually happens
With my heart sitting in my fucking ass, I knock on Dimitri’s office door, and he tells me to enter. A small smile crosses his lips when he looks up from his laptop and sees me. “So finally you’ve conceded, eh?” He says with a chuckle as we shake hands.I shrug. “The old man wants to retire soon; it’s only fair,” I say with a smile, and we take our respective seats. “To cut a long story short, the Bratva members who are inching in on your territory are based in Washington. They’re looking to take out every trace of the Westies in Hell's Kitchen, but I have shown no reason as to why.” Dimitri starts.“I know why; the shipments from Dubai. We’re the only ones receiving a direct line from Tarian, and we get the cleanest cut. That’s the only thing I can think of.” I say.Dimitri sits back in his chair and sighs. “I suppose, and since DiMarco receives a similar shipment
I watch as she walks away from me for what would be the last time and savour it. Anastasiya felt the same way about me, but there’s nothing either of us can do about it anymore. She belonged to a fucking politician now.Deciding to put this mess behind me, I get in my car and hightail it out of there. There’s no use in sticking around now that I’ve had a final taste of my forbidden fruit - and oh, how sweet she was.I can still taste her long after I leave the Baranov mansion, still hear her moaning my name and gagging on my cock. How the fuck did we gravitate back towards one another after our shitty relationship in school? If only I weren’t such a little shit back then, that would have been me in place of that fucking politician.They say regret usually comes too late, and right now, I am filled to the brim with it.Even if I managed to find someone else in the future, no one would compare to her; Anastasiya was it for me, and as
AnastasiyaOf course, it's positive. Dakota tells me not to worry, and obviously, I do. I am a mess of nerves throughout my getting dressed, the ride to the wedding, the vows, and congratulations. Having my father walk me down the aisle brought me to tears, and a bittersweet emotion clouds my heart. He will no longer have me in his life, and it hurts like hell.I hate to say it, but I am no longer Anastasiya Baranova; I am now Anastasiya Ackermann.Just like that, my powerful underworld name fell away, and now it is replaced with a politician’s. I know my father needs me to do this, and it is my way of making it up to him, so I plaster on a fake smile and push through. The wedding is well attended with many famous faces - both of the mafia underworld and political parties. Even a few celebrities were here, some I did not invite.I had changed out of my huge wedding dress and am now wearing a comfortable strapless eveni
AnastasiyaI walk over to them and place a hand on Dakota’s shoulder. “Hey, are you okay, Dee?” I ask, not sure what to ask in any case. She nods, then wipes her tears away. “I’m just overwhelmed. I didn’t expect Dylan to say all those things or even know all those things.” I nod and rub her back. “You have a tough boy there, babe. Also, you don’t have to push yourself; if being here and around my brother is this hard, you don’t have to be here for the wedding.” Dakota’s head whips up, and she shoots me a glare. “I’m the maid of honour; of course I have to be here! Also, Ayden doesn’t affect me as much as you think, Ana. I was more worried about what he would have done to Dylan.” She says and cups her son’s cheek.“I wouldn’t have allowed him to do anything to either of you. But, Dee, we will need to introduce him to my fath
Anastasiya“Open the gate!”“What? Why- oh my God, are you here?!”A giggle from the other side. “Yes, doofus, now open!”I kill the call and run downstairs; Dakota is here! Oh my God, my best friend is here! I haven’t seen her since she checked into rehab after Ayden’s abuse; her parents then sent her to a private school, and she worked for a few years at her mother’s fashion house in Paris. We’ve kept in contact, though.Running out of the mansion doors, I see her Bugatti Veyron pull up and sprint towards her. We shriek as we see one another and run into each other’s arms, crying like babies.I then push her away and take in the sight of her, sighing as I do so - she looked exactly like her mother—Blonde, curvaceous, perfect size 10, tall, blue eyes - gorgeous.“You look amazing, Dr Dereon!” I say, giving her anoth
AnastasiyaWhy did this have to happen, and why with him?! How could I have been so goddamn stupid to think I could slip out for one last night of freedom, and now I’m stuck with him constantly in my thoughts.His hands all over my body, his face in between my legs, his hand gripping my throat as he pounded away inside of me… Fuck, it was the best night of my life.Argh! This is annoying! How do I forget about him?! He pisses me off to no end, and now he’s seen a part of me I’ve always kept hidden. HIM! The bastard who made a fool of me on my first day at St Leonard's. I know he’s hated me all this time since I was the one who called off our engagement. Trust me; the feeling is mutual.How did I not recognise him? He doesn’t look that much different from our high school days, except for his hair colour and tattoos on his face. It must have been the alcohol clouding my damn judgement.God, I need
Everything is fuzzy on the drive home. I'm not even sure how I managed to drive back to Hell's Kitchen, much less shower and get into bed. What the fuck is wrong with me?Anastasiya Volkova is the reason I am no longer in line to take over from my father. She's the one who rejected our engagement in high school and made me look like a fool in front of my family. I must admit I was a little asshole back then, but it didn't warrant her rejection of our engagement.Fuck sakes, I need to get her out of my mind; it would do no good to dwell on the night we shared together.I sit back on my couch with a Scotch in my hand and breathe out a sigh. What the hell happened to Anastasiya when she left St Leonards? She used to be this prim and proper girl who used her name to get places. It seems like Amaranthe's death took its toll on her, a little more than I thought.It’s understandable, I guess since she was very close to her mother, but to completely
Devyn’s POVI understand now that all my recent decisions led me here. I could have avoided this if only I spoke up sooner. If only I stayed away from him. And yet here we were.“How could you do this to me, Devyn? How the fuck does this justify everything we have been through? HOW?” He continued to shout at me with tears of betrayal streaming down his face.I know what I’ve done, and I know I should regret it, but I don’t.Hurting him was the last thing on my mind, but when push came to shove, I needed to look after myself first. Where was he when shit went down and I sat with nothing but disappointment? Now he wanted to scream at me about betrayal when he was the one who threw everything away.He was the one who threw me away.“I’m sorry.” Is all I managed to say. I broke this man and could not even bother with a half-assed apology.He scoffed a
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