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Jenny and Luca's wedding day pt 2
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2025-01-23 19:23:00It was a power play. His way of showing me he was on my side. He was trying to get into my head. Acting like nothing had changed and it was still me and him against the world. Can't let him in.
"I'm sorry," said Joey, glaring daggers up at me.
"Leave. I want to catch up with my erede," said Don Angelo, dismissing Joey with the wave of a hand.
There's nothing quite like the illusion of a father's love. Being made to feel important, before the other shoe dropped. It was fucking with my head. I had crossed so many lines, betrayal after betrayal and he was still calling me his heir. It scared the shit out of me. Little tremors went through my hands and I grabbed a hold of one with the other.
"So, how's life? Do I need to save the date for graduation yet or are you still exploring? Did you enjoy seeing Jenny and your mother again? That is why you chose New York in the first place, isn't
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His Mafia Princess Jenny and Luca's wedding day pt 3
"I'm calling about the hit I put out on Jenny," he said and my head whipped over to him in shock. "Job's off. Repeat, don't kill my daughter," said Don Angelo, his cold eyes staring dead into my soul.My hands shook uncontrollably in my lap and I knew I was pale in the face.What the fuck was all that drama if he was just going to have her killed? And why did he decide against it? Was he bluffing about putting a hit out on her to scare me? Or was it a double bluff and he meant for me to know that he was going to kill her and there was nothing I could do about it? Fuck, he was in my head."Relax, erede. She'll live. Just like the deer you refused to kill on our first hunting trip. Remember?" he said, patting my hands with one of his.When I was unable to pull the trigger, he acted like it was no big deal. Only to take me home and make me watch while he beat the living cra
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-24His Mafia Princess Jenny and Luca's wedding day pt 4
I followed his gaze to where Scott stood, talking to Jenny. For the next few seconds, I stopped being able to hear and my vision became blurry. Then Scott looked my way and I became fixated on his brown eyes. Everything else just fell away.Fuck that handsome face, those dimples and the silver tongue that had probably convinced Jenny to let you in the door, Scott Brady.When I came to and broke eye contact, wanting to respond to Don Angelo, the father daughter dance was already being announced and he was going out to meet Jenny. Scott's gaze found mine across the room again and he broke out into a smile that made me weak in the knees. I wanted to end him for showing up here, but damn if it wasn't good to see him.We did a little dance of him trying to get to me and me avoiding him like the plague. The last thing I needed was to be seen with him. I tried texting his dad again.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-25His Mafia Princess Jenny and Luca's wedding day pt 5
Scottie, you should have let me protect you, just this once. What the fuck would I do if he hurt you? Or worse, if he made me do it while he watched?As if reading my mind, Don Angelo seared images of how it would play out into my mind, saying, "Every time you even think of reassembling the dead man's switch, I want you to picture him on his knees. A gun in your hand, while I make you decide who gets to put a bullet in his brain, you or me. Not his knee caps or his elbows or his ankles like you prefer. His fucking brain. You will live the rest of your life knowing that you have defied me for the last time, all this was for nothing and you can't have Scott.""How do I know you won't just kill him anyway even if I come back to you?" I asked, defeat settling over me like I knew it would all along.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-26His Mafia Princess Luca and Jenny's wedding day pt 6
With Don Angelo getting lost in the crowd, unable to help myself, I gingerly took steps to cross the room to go to Scott. He beamed at me reassuringly and my heart hurt. Was this how it would end? We deserved so much more. As the woman he loved, he deserved all that I was. Am. Will become. Everything that would always be his no matter where I was.&nbs
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-27His Mafia Princess Stacy— He's never going to let me go pt 1
"I know you don't want me here, but—" he began, his body pressed gently up close against mine as we swayed to the music."I'm glad you came," I said, not adding that he probably saved Jenny's life by showing up at the church."How did it go?" he asked, taking my cheeks into his hands to look into my eyes.These were our last moments. I didn't want to cry, pay attention to my heart being shredded or worry him. However long I could, I wanted to delay breaking his heart."Just dance with me, Scottie," I said, my eyes falling to his lips, tempted to claim them.I laid my head down on his chest and listened to his heart beat, pounding away fast. Still I didn't say another word and neither did he. I don't know how long I was in his arms, obsessing over how I'd never dance with him again. Hiding from him before the desperation to hear him speak again
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-28His Mafia Princess Stacy—He's never going to let me go pt 2
Everything I knew about making smart decisions told me this was the wrong choice. I was compromised, thinking with my heart instead of my head and Scott wasn't about to allow that to change.He raised his hands to my face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears, then wrapped his arm around my waist so slowly I got frustrated. Gently pulling me forward, nudging my nose with his, he waited for me to look him in the eye so he could lay the moves on me. His patience was unrelenting, eventually winning me over and I looked up into his brown eyes. He flashed me his dimples and asked in a soft, doting voice, "Do I have you, Kendrick?"The big did he have her or not question was a popular time pass between Kenny and I. We made a drinking game out of whether or not Scott could land a girl using his stupid moves. How besotted was I that he hadn't needed them to land me?"You have some nerve, trying that shit o
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-29His Mafia Princess Stacy— He's never going to let me go pt 3
Luca offered Jenny and I an arm each as we walked out of the house. Once we got into Luca's car, Jenny turned to me and said, "Ask Scott to follow us."Stacy: Ready to follow me to hell and back?Scott: Guessing that means to follow Luca? Satan himself?With a giggle, I texted back.Stacy: Just drive the damn car.We stopped at a gas station a few miles away from the estate and got out of the car. While I closed the door, a rush went through me as Scott turned me around and cupped my neck, pinning me against the door and slamming his lips against mine."For fuck's sake. Didn't you just do this?" asked Luca."So now what?" I asked, smiling shyly at Scott."Call this number. It's Grandpa Kendrick. He's a billionaire/veteran. Tell him you're his granddaughter. Tell him Jenny sent you if it helps and
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-30His Mafia Princess Stacy—He took me home pt 1
"Fuck me dress," said Scott, coming to stand behind me. I was standing in his childhood bedroom in front of the mirror, trying on dresses from the bag he had packed for me for Vermont. Willow and his mom Lisa would be home soon. We landed in Ohio an hour ago, but they didn't know we were here as he wanted to surprise them. "What are you talking about? Because it's backless? It's stunning and modest. There's like no cleavage," I said, defending my choice. "Not because it’s backless, but that helps," he said, running his hands up my naked back. "There's this," he said, piling my hair onto one of my shoulders and kissing the back of my neck before he pulled the strings secured around my neck and pulled the front of the dress down. "Easy access, so much better than cleavage," he said, laying hands on my strapless bra clad breasts and squeezing them, before whispering huskily, "Fuck me dress.""Then just don't pull the strings. Problem solved," I said, my breathing quickening. He slid
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His Mafia Princess Stacy— I need him pt 3
I couldn't ignore him forever. Last night was clear evidence that I didn't want to. He was what I survived nearly dying in those woods for. I wanted him. I just needed to be careful about what came after the talking. Sliding my hand into his while looking out the window, I watched the other cars on the road and took in the fresh air. He stopped talking after that, a comfortable silence settling between us as we squeezed each other's hands, our fingers interlocking. This was the way my day began. I was on cloud nine. The exam was a breeze, even if I had butterflies throughout. I figured since it was okay to leave home without an escort, it was okay to go back without one too. I was so excited to get back home, I left the exam hall early and took a cab home to surprise him. Voices could be heard coming from the kitchen when I entered the cottage. Did I forget to text Tessa, Tony and Marlene about spending the day with Scott?
His Mafia Princess Stacy—I need him pt 2
"All done," said Scott, kissing the bandage he had just put around my arm. I almost said no to having him dress my wound this morning. Tessa, whose turn it was to help me, had an urgent meeting drop into her lap at the last second and I had my exam to get to. There was no time to call anyone else. Even if there was time to call someone else though, I understood what this meant to him, especially after last night. I couldn't just take back what happened. He'd have certain expectations now and frankly so did I. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I risked him finding another erogenous zone and gave him my arm. "How did you know how to do that?" I asked, relieved that my right arm at least was safe to touch without my pussy turning on me. "Don't be too impressed. I did it for my dad a few times in high school after he got shot in the line of duty," he said, not flinching when he brought up his dad for the first time since I met him.
His Mafia Princess Stacy—I need him pt 1
My emotions were all over the place. Confusion. Calm. Fear. Mind you, I wasn't afraid of Scott or anyone for that matter. I was afraid for him because he was sharing a house with me. I kept waiting for the panic attack to hit. For my mind to unravel and turn against me, showing me everything I did in those woods on a loop, but it wasn't happening. There were no nightmares. Nothing hindered my cognitive ability. For fuck's sake, I shot four men and two of them were related to me. I shot Don Angelo. Still no reaction. It was like I was on a constant power trip and it scared the shit out of me. This was why I didn't want to share a bed with Scott. When I closed my eyes to sleep, there was no insomnia. I slept like a baby. I didn't want Scott to see what a fucking sociopath I had turned into. There was something else too. I was horny as fuck. I always thought that since sex was a coping mechanism for me, if the anxiety and stress went away my libido would
His Mafia Princess Scott—She was holding out on me pt 5
"I wanted to kill him, Scott. I wanted to kill my father," she said, turning to face me. "He said I was going to hurt you and I just snapped. I tried to stop. Listening to you remind me of our life together, I tried to stop," she said, frantically crying within seconds. "I hate him so much. I couldn't let anyone hurt you. I—" "Sssshhhh, it's okay," I said, pulling her into my arms and rubbing her back. "I wanted to kill him too for what he did to you," I admitted, unfazed by her admission. "I get it." "It's not the same. You didn't have the gun in your hands. You didn't actually shoot him," she insisted through sobs. I thought about her shooting her father. Visualized him stumbling backwards. After thinking he was the one that shot her, I was relieved to find her in one piece. Maybe it was fucked up, but I was even proud of her. On some level, I knew she did it for herself as much as to protect me. I had no problem with that. It's the v
His Mafia Princess Scott— She was holding out on me pt 4
"How will you stop me?" I asked her, sticking my fingers back into her pussy before trailing my other hand up her back as she started sucking me off. "You can't with dick in your mouth, baby. You love sucking it too much," I taunted her as she pleasured my dick with her mouth. My hand itched to be on her head, helping her efforts along, but I was on a mission. One fucking year and I still didn't know everything about her body. It was fucking bullshit. My hand trailed up her spine and she shook, her pussy clenching around my fingers. It lasted barely five seconds and she didn't tighten around my fingers as hard as after I fucked her, but she still moaned on my dick while it happened. Taking this as a declaration of war, she started sucking my dick aggressively hard and fast. "So competitive," I teased her, but her holes hadn't been on my dick for a while.
His Mafia Princess Scott—She was holding out on me pt 3
After she got mad about not being invited to watch last time, I didn't touch myself when I was alone anymore. So my dick was due for some attention. I was going to enjoy every bit of it and let her know it. "Kiss me again," she said hungrily, just as needy as I was. I gave my lips over to hers, sitting up to be closer to her while we worked on getting each other off. Why couldn't I fuck her again? Something told me it had to come from her, at least the first time. After that, I'd fuck her senseless every chance I got again. This was our naughty loophole, just like in Prague. Her hand wasn't her pussy, but damn if it didn't feel good sliding up and down my dick. Whatever she was willing to give right now, I would greedily take. "Scott," she moaned, her pussy tightening around my fingers buried deep inside her. Her hand stilled on my dick as her body shook on mine. She moaned my name a few more times. I wa
His Mafia Princess Scott— She was holding out on me pt 2
Talk to her the voice in my head said, but the thrill of having her touch me went straight to my head. "Fuck," I muttered with a little sigh. I turned around to face her, reaching out to cup her neck slowly. "Can I kiss you?" I asked her, like some teenage boy who had a girl in his room for the first time. "Kiss me," she said, her voice light and breathy. I touched my lips to hers lightly, not wanting to be too eager and get carried away. She didn't like that though, instantly deepening the kiss. Her hands trailed down my neck, onto my chest, down to my abs. I knew where she was going, but the interaction felt so fragile, I didn't want to scare her off. So I kept my hands where they were and continued kissing her, devoting all my attention to her mouth. "Don't you like the rest of me anymore?" she asked, taking one of my hands off her neck and placing it
His Mafia Princess Scott —She was holding out on me pt 1
I had mixed emotions when I got back to the house half an hour later. Choosing to focus on the positives, I stashed the ring and folder in a closet of one of the unfurnished bedrooms. Then I went looking for her in the study to share the news about Don Angelo being awake and her immunity deal. When I had searched the entire house and she was nowhere to be found, my mind spiraled and my heart dropped into my stomach. I couldn't do this shit again. The emotional turmoil alone nearly killed me last time. I stood before the bedroom door, trying to calm myself down. It was stupid to get so worked up without at least checking the bedroom. Even if she hadn't been next to me in bed in over a week. "Stace?" I called out, opening the door slowly. She didn't say anything, but she was indeed lying in the bed. I breathed a sigh of relief before I started stripping. Sliding in under the covers next to her, I could feel the delicious warmth of her bo
His Mafia Princess Scott— An intervention pt 4
"Is that an engagement ring? She nearly gets you killed and you want to marry her?" Jeff's judgemental voice asked from behind me. Was I the only one who still thought she was my forever? "I just want her so damn much I don't know what to do with myself. I don't even know if she wants me anymore and everyone seems to think we should break up. It's all just—" I said, panicking about the night's events. "Easy, kiddo," he said, patting me on the back before he slid into the stool next to mine. He ordered us each a beer, waited for me to take my first swig, then asked, "Did they ambush you? Tell you to leave her?" "Jee dad, nothing gets past you. No wonder you're the director of the FBI," I said, cracking a smile. "Fucking smartass. I'll let that slide though since you did call me dad. This time without an agenda," he said, grinning back at me. "Look Scott,
