I called her mia cara...my love.Ha. I let out a bitter snort of resentment and feel my heart begin to harden. I'll give her credit-she's a consummate actress. Last night, especially, with all of her soft whimpering and breathy sounds that fooled me. Fooled me damn good."I need to punch something," I grit out.Roberto knows I'm deadly serious and he reluctantly motions for me to follow him outside. He has a bag set up, hanging from a nearby tree, and I stalk over to it."Hold up," Roberto calls, jogging after me. He shoves a pair of boxing gloves my way."I don't need 'em," I say and make a couple of fists."Yeah, you do, or else you're going to fuck your hands all up. Put them on," he insists.With an aggravated sound, I grab the gloves, shove my hands into them and turn toward the bag. Roberto moves behind it and holds it steady while I start throwing punches. I have every intention of beating the holy hell out of it until I'm so exhausted, I can't see straight. I need to purge thi
Stepping out of the shower, I'm wrapping a towel around my wet body when I hear a muffled sound come from my bedroom. It's late, well after midnight, so I can only assume it's Lana. But she's still tired from her trip and has been going to bed earlier than usual.I walk over to the door, open it up and step into my dimly-lit bedroom. A man sits in the chair in the shadows and I gasp, on the verge of running back into the bathroom and locking the door, when I hear his low voice say, "Hello, Trisha."It's Connor and my rapidly-beating heart slows down slightly. "How did you get in here?" I ask. "You scared me half to death,"He doesn't answer, just lazily motions toward the open window. "I'm guessing the same way you always get out."There's a funny tone to his voice, one I've never heard before, and it suddenly occurs to me that he called me Trisha. Not Trish. Oh, no. And since he's in my bedroom, he clearly knows who I am.And that means he knows who my family is and I swallow hard."
I don't want to look at Trish's beautiful, deceitful face, but I need to be inside her. Need to possess her and mark her as mine. Caught in a frenzy of desire and anger, I slam my hips against her, burying myself in her tight, wet warmth. I'm angry, obsessed and jealous.A bad combination, and I know I'm being rougher than I should. But I don't care. I thrust deeper, making her take every last throbbing inch, burying myself to the hilt in her sweet pussy, and watching the place where our bodies are connected.How I slide in and out of her and the way she pushes back. The slap of our skin echoes through the room, along with my grunts and her increasing whimpers.My release is threatening, the pressure building hard and fast at the base of my spine, but I refuse to come before her. Sliding out of her slick body, I toss her onto her back, lower myself between her legs and slide inside again.Reaching down, I play with her clit until she's writhing and moaning.Being inside her bare is th
When I reach my car, I stop, lay a palm against a nearby tree and feel like I'm going to vomit.Nothing that just happened sits well with me and my emotions are in a turmoil. I let my demons surface and take over. I was too rough, too demanding. And I was cruel. The things I said were spoken to purposely hurt her and I know my barbed words hit their intended mark. The look on her face told me that I succeeded.Dropping my head between my shoulders, I squeeze my eyes shut, hating myself for intentionally hurting her — physically and emotionally. "You're such a bastard," I hiss.Dropping my hand, I unlock my car and slip into the driver's seat. I grip the steering wheel, squeezing it tight, and I feel like I'm being torn apart. "A ghrá!"The endearment tears from my throat and I know that I've lost her.It's over and there's nothing I can do except move on and somehow pretend that she no longer exists.And, I suppose, when it comes to my world, she doesn't.Not anymore. The situation is
Two days after Connor snuck into my room and our wild encounter, I'm still feeling a twinge of soreness between my legs. He was ruthless and I loved every second of it. At the same time, I'm also more confused than ever.No one has ever made her feel like this before and my emotions are all over the place. One minute I want to laugh at the irony of the situation and the next, I burst into tears. This whole pregnancy thing has me feeling like I'm on an emotional rollercoaster.It also scares the hell out of me because I saw a dark side to Connor that I hadn't seen before. He was angry, upset and brutal in a way that makes me wonder if he would want revenge. If he ever found out about our baby, would he use the child as leverage to get what he wanted? Would he purposely hurt me by taking our baby away?I honestly have no idea what he's capable of. After witnessing his dark side, my mind is a whirlwind of fear and anxiety. I don't trust him. The sad truth is I trusted him more the night
"I disagree. I think love is for the very, very lucky. That, however, isn't me," I say sadly. My brother tilts his head, ebony eyes narrowing."You like someone else, don't you? Oh, hell, that's not going to go over well.""You have no idea," I murmur, my nerves wracking."Who is the poor sucker that you're going to have to dump?"I squirm and ignore his question."Maybe he already dumped me."Gio leans forward. "Did he? Do you need me to go kick some poor fool's ass?"I grin and shake my head. "Thanks, but no. I think I've already hurt him enough.""Interesting." Gio sits back, crosses a leg over his opposite knee and lays his large hands on top of his book."What?""Nothing. I just feel like there's more to the story than you're telling me.""Oh." Damnit. My brother is way too smart for his own good. "Can I ask you something?"He shrugs a noncommittal shoulder."Are you happy about taking over one day?""I already told you, I have no problem with it.""But what if something changed?
We walk through the house, out the front door and head over to my Mercedes. My mind is like a witch's brew, bubbling over with nasty shit. I slip into the driver's seat and turn on the car. Then I hit the gas and stones kick up as I peel around and down the driveway. The warehouse in the city shouldn't take long to reach, but it gives me enough time to come up with what I want to say.How I'm going to handle the fact that someone tried to kill the woman who I —Who I what? Who I care about? Who I would defend to the death? Who I'm falling hard for, even though we have no hope of a future together?If these enforcers want to see my ruthlessness, then they're about to get their wish.The moment we reach the warehouse, I slam the car in park and I'm more furious than I have ever been in my life. How dare any of these fuckers raise a hand against Trish. She never hurt anyone.Marching into the warehouse, I storm into the center of the room. My dad's men like to hang out here and I look ar
My father immediately sends the cavalry after the shooting attempt, and within ten minutes, I'm rushed out of the store, placed in the back of a waiting SUV and taken straight home. I'm still trying to process what happened and the image of Johnny being put on a stretcher and carted off in the back of an ambulance is haunting me.It's all my fault.The police wanted to ask me questions, but my father took over and told them it was merely a random act of violence. He said I was fine and currently resting at home. I think we're all skeptical of that manufactured answer, but no one is going to challenge him. And everyoneknows it's best not to draw attention to the Volkanov and Mennetti war.A war that I'm getting very tired of.When we reach the family brownstone, a guard walks me inside and I drop down in the nearest chair, completely overwhelmed. Someone just tried to kill me. If Johnny hadn'tjumped in between me and the gunman, my baby and I would most likely be dead right now.I'm
"Welcome to the family, Luca. Officially," Connor adds, his champagne flute extended, and we all chuckle. The toast makes my heart happy because for the first time, what's happening between our families is genuine.Looking down the table, I take a moment to soak in what I see—endless smiling faces and a fierce love that brings tears to my eyes. Except for Matthias, Anna and Giovanni, everyone is here and it's amazing.We're at the hotel, celebrating in the attached restaurant. My brothers sit with their wives and my two nephews are being held by their glowing mothers. Trish and Connor are incredible parents and I hope to follow in their footsteps one day. Same with Solana and Rylan who is healing up quite nicely and being fussed over constantly by his adoring wife. Roberto and Adeline will be having their own little one soon enough and the way he looks at her makes my heart tumble.My mother sits beside Harrison Shepherd who's been welcomed into our dysfunctional chaos with open arms.
The intensity of her sucking increases and even though I'm trying to be good and not blow, it's getting damn hard. "Fuck, Finley," I swear. It's all too much and the moment she hums and those little vibrations skate up my aching length, I grab her shoulders and pull her up."I wasn't done," she says with a frown.Fighting for control, a muscle flexes in my jaw as I turn her toward the tub and help her step inside. "I want to come inside that sweet pussy, baby girl. And you're going to take my cock deep inside you and ride it hard. Can you do that for me?"She licks her lips in answer and I nearly blow my wad.Lowering myself into the tub, I guide Finley down to straddle me, and rest my arms along the porcelain edges. She takes a moment to get situated then shifts forward, spreading her legs wider. I drop a hand into the warm water, grasp my throbbing cock and push at her entrance. "Take it all," I encourage her. "Every last inch."With a soft moan, Finley starts to sink down, her body
After losing the assholes enforcers, the drive back to the city is uneventful. And that's fine by me. I've had enough adventure to last a lifetime. From this point forward, all I want is to focus all of my attention on Finley and make her the happiest woman in the world. I know I have some more apologizing to do, but right now, I just want to make it up to her.And my plan is to start with multiple orgasms. Butter her up a little first then pour my heart out and beg for her forgiveness. Hopefully, it's a good plan.I've lost what little faith and trust I had in Matthias, so I tell Roberto to drop us off at the hotel where their mother is staying."But I want to stay with you," Finley murmurs softly. She's curled up on my lap and my mouth edges up."You will. Don't worry, I'm not letting you out of my sight. I just don't want to go back to the apartment my father gave us. I'll never trust him again and we'll get our own place soon, tesoro."When Roberto finally pulls the Jeep up to the
My knees give out and I drop down to the rooftop patio, shaking so hard. The sound of pounding boots fills the air and I immediately tense—until I see Luca. He sweeps out onto the terrace, pulls me up and I sag against him."Thank Christ," he murmurs, pressing a string of kisses against my temple. "C'mon, we need to go."We lace fingers and jog back through the storage room then down the three flights of steps."How did you get away? Where are my brothers? Rylan? Is he okay?" I manage to ask."We overpowered some enforcer scum," he tells me. "Rylan was grazed by a bullet, but he's okay, and your brothers are loading him up into the Jeep right now.""I-I killed him," I murmur, still feeling a little shell-shocked."Don't think about it," he says, sliding an arm around my shoulders and holding me close. "You did what you had to do."I send up a little prayer that Desmond's twisted body is lying on the side driveway and not here in the front because I don't ever want to see it again. Luc
Luca seems to be on the same page. "Do you really think you can get away with this?" he asks. "Matthias is coming for you and there isn't a soul more ruthless than him. He won't rest until you're no longer a threat.""He's right," I add. "Matthias will fight you until his last breath.""You think I'm scared of Matthias?" Desmond scoffs. "After I take care of you, he's next. I've already hired the hitman to take him out."Luca and I exchange a quick look. Is he telling the truth? I have no idea, but it's definitely possible. We need to get away from Desmond, but how? Suddenly, two huge enforcers appear and Desmond motions to us."Grab them," he orders.My heart sinks as I'm yanked away from Luca and the enforcer forces me to walk toward the house. I have no idea what Desmond is planning, but I'm really starting to worry about my brothers. Where are they?I find out the answer as soon as we enter the house. Connor and Roberto are each sitting in a chair, tied up, and it looks like they
My eyes snap open and I carefully move my arms and legs. All good, no breaks. I have no idea how I'm still in one piece and all I can do is thank my lucky stars. Then I call out for Luca."Luca..." Turning onto my side, I look for him, but my eyes are still trying to focus after being knocked silly. Coughing from the smoke, I struggle to pull myself up into a sitting position, squinting through the thick billows of ash and black clouds. Finally, I spot Luca a hundred or so feet away from me.He's lying on the grass and not moving."Oh, God, no." Is he hurt? Or worse? Heart in my throat, stomach dropping in dread, I pull myself to my feet and stumble over to him. Falling down beside him, I lay my hands on his chest and lean down. "Luca?"When he doesn't respond, everything in me sinks hard and fast. Panic sets in and my fingers curl, grabbing hold of his shirt and shaking. "Luca!" I hiss.This can't be happening. He came to rescue me, told me he loved me and would never leave me...and
"We have a big fucking problem!" Luca snaps into his comms unit. "Stay away from here. Desmond has the barn rigged with explosives and I need to get Finley untied! Stall him!"My heart plunges. Connor and Roberto abruptly stop walking after Luca warns them that they're heading straight into a trap. Which, of course, is going to let Desmond know that something is up. But, thank God, Connor seems to play it off smoothly as he reengages Desmond in conversation.But, I know my brothers will only be able to stall for so long before Desmond realizes something is going on. He's too damn smart and ruthless.Luca stays low, working frantically on my bindings and I'm twisting, pulling and turning until my scraped wrists start bleeding."Fuck!" Luca glances up and I see fear and worry flash through his molasses eyes. Connor and Roberto have turned back around and continue talking to Desmond again, still stalling, and I don't see Rylan anywhere.Suddenly, chaos erupts up by the house and we look
By the time we get to the compound, I'm on the edge of my seat and ready to get this done. I want my woman back in my arms where she belongs and I'll do anything to make it happen.Roberto drives around to the rear of the property and lets me and Rylan out. We're splitting up so we can keep an eye on things better. I slide the tiny communications unit into my ear and we test them quickly. Everything appears to be in working order and Roberto gives us a salute."Stay in touch," Connor says."Roger that," Rylan responds and I give a sharp nod.The Jeep drives away and Connor and Roberto head to the front gate. The plan is for them to meet up with Desmond while Ry and I will stay under the radar, keeping a close eye on things. If Desmond deviates from the plan or tries to be sneaky in any way, we'll be ready."Ready?" Rylan asks."Let's do this."We move through the woods and sneak onto the property. From here, the plan is to split up and move to opposite sides of the large rear yard."S
Sweeping around the corner, our plan foremost in my brain, we walk straight into two enforcers and immediately jump them. They aren't expecting us and we use the element of surprise to our advantage. It's four against two and, even though the guys are big, they don't expect us to come flying out of the blackness and attack like wraiths.Roberto and Rylan quickly overpower the guard on the left while Connor and I take down the burly guy on the right. I tackle him at the knees and he drops hard while Connor slugs him with a fist to the face. We work well together and I pop up, lift my gun and slam it down against the base of the enforcer's skull. He drops like a brick and Connor gives me a nod.Glancing over, I see Roberto just finished doing the same thing.Once the guards are taken care of, or at least momentarily out of the picture, I stalk over to the cell and see Sean Flannigan cowering in there like the weasel he is and always will be. Looking down, I see the cell door is locked.