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Scott—Our first official date pt 1
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I had a few minutes to get it together before Stacy walked out of the bedroom in an olive green dress. It was my favorite thing on her. She wore it on our first unofficial date after we got together. I can't believe I'm now separating our dates into official and unofficial. Everything about us being whatever the fuck we were for the last six months was now triggering to me."You look beautiful. You're always beautiful," I said, holding my hand out to her."Thanks," she said, beaming at me as she took my hand in hers.I told her this was only happening if we could ditch the feds by going out through the fire escape and catching a cab, as I didn't feel like being stalked all night. After some reluctance, she agreed.She refused to give up the small show of intimacy of holding my hand, reclaiming it right after we got into the cab and then again when we got to the hotel selected for us
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"No, Stacy I'm not—""Can I offer you guys anything else?" the waitress said, showing up out of nowhere like a fucking ghost, her body bent over the table, her arms squeezing her breasts together.Stacy mouthed see and I struggled not to go into stitches. Then she grabbed my hand again and squeezed hard, smiling sweetly up at the waitress while staring daggers at her.Instead of walking away from the crazy chick sitting across from me, as I no doubt would have done if it were anyone else, I indulged her."You have huge jugs," I said to Stacy, looking her directly in the eyes.She squeezed my hand again, indicating that I wasn't done."Your tits look amazing when you're braless," I said, feeling my ears reddening.Subtle, Scott.At least Stacy was pleased, beaming from ea
Last Updated : 2025-01-17His Mafia Princess Scott — I love her pt 1
When the restaurant kicked us out because they were closing, I took her upstairs, to the room Marlene had booked for us. "Damn, Kenny's a lucky guy. Marlene knows how to treat," she said, kicking off her shoes as we entered the suite. "I might have told them you were bummed about missing out on Vermont," I said, taking her into my arms from behind. "I was," she said, leaning back into my embrace.We fooled around as we explored the place. When we found the jacuzzi, I wasted no time getting her out of her dress and pulling my own clothes and shoes off. I grabbed the bottle of complimentary Scotch and threw her over my shoulder. She giggled all the way back outside until I set her down. Once we got into the water, I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her like the gentleman I wasn't. Three dates, my ass. Even if I had gone about this the right way, I would have been inside her after the very first date. The idea that I never would be again, that ev
Last Updated : 2025-01-18His Mafia Princess Scott— I love her pt 2
"I love your body," I told her, my eyes trailing up and down her back and ass as she crawled onto a bed filled with rose petals. She turned around, sat down, leaned back on her hands and spread her legs for me, her bedroom eyes inviting me in between them. Fuck that never got old. I made my way onto the bed, sliding my hands up her legs as I drew closer. "I love your delicious thighs," I said, lowering my head to kiss and suck on her inner thighs, knowing she loved being touched there. Sure enough, she reacted readily, her fingers once again getting tangled in my hair. "You know your way around my body too well," she said, breathless. "I love your perfect round ass," I said, lifting her ass off the bed to kiss her cheeks one at a time. She let out a little yelp, surprised at the sudden movement. I set her down and pulled her towards me by her thighs, our eyes locking, the moment charged with potential. "What else do you love?" she asked, baiting me into saying something. "You
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I pulled back, realized the crying hadn't stopped and panicked. "What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?" I asked, the scotch making me say stupid shit I wouldn't be brave enough to say otherwise. "Stupid. Idiot," she said with a sniffle. "Of course I want you. I love you, you big dummy. I will never not want you, Scott Brady.""Then you will be my princess tonight," I said, pulling back to start thrusting into her. "I'll give you a lifetime of I love yous."And I did. I rocked gently in and out of her, keeping my body pressed up against hers the whole time. Kissing her over and over. Only stopping to tell her how desperately I loved her again and again until my throat was hoarse from saying it. She cried the whole time, every so often assuring me that she was happy, wanted more and that she loved me too. Begging me not to stop touching her. Moving inside her. It was quiet and gentle, much like the way I fell in love with her. Nothing like the way we fucked once we realized what w
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Jeff wasn't quick to respond. He probably never wanted to have this conversation anymore than I did. It's this shameful thing he did, involved me in and we just don't talk about it. Not when it was happening all around me for months. Not when he moved out. Never. When he did finally speak, I immediately saw red."Your mother and I—" he began."Nope, try again. My mother wasn't in that laundry room or in your marital bed when you fucked Melissa in it. Don't you dare put sticking your dick in someone else on her," I said, figuring now was the time to return to the bedroom to put my shirt on. After putting my shirt on, I sat down on the bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket, knowing that I had probably bought precious seconds with that bombshell. Using Jeff's mistakes against him also meant bringing shit up for myself and I was going to pay for it later. But now wasn't the time to dwell on how this was going to fuck me up or get caught up in what happened in this very bed last nigh
Last Updated : 2025-01-19His Mafia Princess Scott — Here's the plan pt 2
"Fuck," he cursed, backing away from me in shock. "I shouldn't have done that. What you said… shit. Let's just take a beat, okay?" "If I say no, will you punch me again?" I asked, holding onto my jaw, hoping for enough guilt to make sure he wanted to leave. I knew I wasn't leaving that room while he was still in it. He backed away some more and then turned around, heading for the door. So much for him being exactly where he needed to be. "No one comes in and no one goes out. Check in on him every five minutes until I get back. Do not underestimate him, Tanya," Jeff said to the older FBI agent by the door before he took off. I gave the women a dazzling smile to test the waters. One of the agents was Tanya, the woman I had pissed off in the interrogation room after the raid. She seemed to remember as she wasn't smiling back. The other, much younger redhead however, that I could work with. I winked at her and she instantly beamed back at me. "What's your name, sweetheart?" I asked,
Last Updated : 2025-01-20His Mafia Princess Scott — Here's the plan pt 3
"Okay, no more questions. Actually one more after I tell you to stop fucking touching me. Why are we in the same stall?" Kenny asked, slapping my hands away from his body."Some of us are trying to take a dump. Get a room upstairs," the guy in the stall next door said."There's literally a fire alarm going off, you dipshit. Get the fuck out," Kenny screamed back, banging on the wall."Okay, that's fair. No more touching. And all the other stalls are full. We lived together for years. I've seen it all, Ken. Get over yourself," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "I guess we're trading clothes? Let's just hurry, okay?""Two FBI agents are never going to buy that I'm you. I only work out when you force me to. We have completely different body types as is apparent from the way I'm drowning in your suit. You're also noticeably more attractive than me. If we were in Teen Wolf, I
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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
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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
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"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
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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
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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.
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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.
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"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
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It 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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I sat myself down on a pew in the middle of the church. By now Don Angelo knew about the FBI auditing grandpa's company. The company in question was the closest Don Angelo ever got to going straight, when it was left to him in his father's will. My father wasn't a sentimental man, but it being the last thing his father gave to him made it special. So much so that he even kept it legit for a few years after it was bequeathed to him. Just like everything he touched though, it eventually became just another front for illegal activity. Still, to this day, it carries a special place in his stone cold heart. After a move like giving that to the FBI, he was going to find me no matter where I went. So I opted to make things easier on us both and put myself out in the open so he could find me easily. "Cute little trick, sending the feds to my doorstep," said Don Angelo, sitting down next to me ten whole minutes after I had put myself out there. That was him saying he already knew I was goi
