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Scott— I'm finally ready for her pt 3
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His Mafia Princess Scott— Jenny's missing pt 1
How did we get here? An hour ago, we were in our apartment, talking about our first vacation away as a couple. Now we were sitting in a club, in the VIP section, waiting for Luca to show up. "We shouldn't be here. If Jenny's genuinely missing, your mom should have called the cops," I said, trying not to let my frustration show. "We need more information. Jenny is the daughter of Don Angelo. If anyone's going to know what's going on, it'll be Luca," Stacy said, hiding her shaking hands under the table and clasping them together. "Whose number you just so happened to have and who was only too happy to drop everything to come out and see you," I said, realizing how petty and jealous I sounded considering the circumstances."Oh grow up, Scott. He called me once. Once. Coincidentally, it was the night you were flirting with my sister. Remember that? I didn't even know who it was when I answered," she shot back. "We talked about this. I did not flirt with your sister. You knew who it was
Last Updated : 2025-01-11His Mafia Princess Scott— Jenny's missing pt 2
"What a dick. He wants her, but he's not willing to do anything to secure her safety?" I ranted, still wound up after our exchange with Luca. "I'm sorry. This isn't how tonight was supposed to go," said Stacy, staring out the window. "I have no idea what to do."Just then, a car pulled up behind us. "Wait here," I said, getting out to meet with the other driver."Did you get it?" I asked Steve, an old friend from college. "Anywhere, anytime, anything," said Steve, handing me a box. "Payment as per our discussion?" "Yes Steve, I'll be your sister's wedding photographer. Send me the details," I said, surprised at how quickly Steve had pulled this off, even for him. When I got back to the car, Stacy was still staring out into the abyss. I went to her side of the car, opened the door and held out my hand to her. She put her hand in mine and allowed me to drag her out of her seat. We made our way to the front of the car, each leaning against the hood. "Was that Stoner Steve? Scott I c
Last Updated : 2025-01-12His Mafia Princess Stacy— Don Angelo's Move pt 1
When Scott got home two hours later, we all went over and convened at the Cattaneo estate to discuss Luca and Jenny's marriage. "Let's talk terms," said Luca, as a servant came in and set down a tray with four glasses of Scotch on it. "I thought we did that already," said Jenny. "You want to marry a Luciano. I want to find Peter's killer. What else is there to discuss?" "Don Angelo's condition," said Luca, claiming his glass before taking a seat across from Scott, Jenny and I. "I thought he already gave his blessing," I said, but honestly I should have seen this coming. Olive branch, my ass. What was he planning? "Let me guess: it has to do with Stacy," said Scott, who was notably uncomfortable with us being here. He wanted to drop Jenny off and be on our way, but I had to make sure that Luca would go through with this first. "It's a simple request. He wants you to attend the wedding," said Luca, staring pointedly at me. "Fine," I said, agreeing without thinking it through. I
Last Updated : 2025-01-12His Mafia Princess Stacy— Don Angelo's move pt 2
When we got home, I went straight to my study, wanting the reassurance of seeing my dead man's switch. I waited impatiently for my laptop to start up. Once it had, I accessed my cloud and clicked on a folder I had labelled NYU. This folder was supposed to contain seven years worth of Luciano books. My blood ran cold when I found it empty. "Son of a bitch," I said, pulling myself out of the chair. "I'm going out," I said, rushing past Scott in the living room back into the kitchen. "Where?" he asked with a sigh, following me to the front door. "We should talk about what you said."If my whole world wasn't crumbling right before my very eyes, I'd want to move heaven and earth to remove the pained look in his eyes. As it was though, I was freaking out. Seven years worth of going back to Don Angelo so that one day, when I was brave enough, I could leave him behind for good. Seven years of saying goodbye to Scott over and over, praying I'd make it back to him. All of that couldn't just be
Last Updated : 2025-01-13His Mafia Princess scott—We met my father pt 1
We met Jeff at the same diner as last time as per his request. I wasn't happy about this, considering how things ended last time, but the situation had taken a drastic turn and these were desperate times. We had barely sat down when Jeff was out the gate, already on the offensive. "What will it take to get you to leave my son alone?" he asked, suddenly father of the fucking year. "Don't pull that shit. Don't pretend you care who I have in my life when you're not even in it," I said, unable to not be triggered by Jeff, even after promising myself that I'd keep it together for her. I already had Stacy saying I made her feel like we were a mistake going round and round in my head. Her saying those words was my worst fear come to life. Or at least what I thought was my worst fear, until I was once again faced with losing her. Did I spend six months making her feel unwanted? Unhappy? Miserable? The rest of the night wasn't exactly perfect either. I was primed for a meltdown."I care w
Last Updated : 2025-01-14His Mafia Princess Scott—We met my father pt 2
All of a sudden, the perceived danger I was in by being with Stacy took a back seat to his career and I became an afterthought. I tried to shrug it off. After all, I didn't come here for Jeff's protection. Certainly not from Stacy. "Just one thing. No matter what happens, protect Scott at all costs. That's what I want," she said, blowing my mind. All this time, I had assumed that this whole thing was just about Jenny. It didn't occur to me that now that the dead man's switch was gone we'd be back to square one and she'd be thinking of me. Worrying about me. "Is that why you came here? For me? Do you even think this is going to work?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Of course I'll protect my son. That goes without saying," said Jeff, and I felt triggered again. Where the fuck was his protective nature when he was fucking Melissa mere feet away from me with the door open? How many times did it take before my mom finally believed me about what a piece of shit he was? This man w
Last Updated : 2025-01-14His Mafia Princess Scott—Our first official date pt 1
It was the night before the wedding and I was sitting on the couch watching TV alone, trying not to lose my shit. Everything hurt. It didn't help that Stacy had spent most of the last three days either with Tessa and Tony or making preparations for Jeff to receive the intel he needed to audit Don Angelo's favorite company. All while I was being babysat, courtesy of Stacy and Jeff. A squad car was parked out front. When I did go out, they followed. She said she was working on something with Tessa and Tony to strengthen her bluff, like that was enough to excuse her absence when she might be walking out of my life tomorrow. It already felt like she was gone. "Hey," she said into my ear, startling me. "I'm home. Want to hang out?" I was so in my own head, I didn't even hear her come through the door. I wanted to lash out, to bring up all the reasons why I didn't fucking want to be near her. After ghosting me for three days, she suddenly thought I was worth her time? It took everything
Last Updated : 2025-01-15His Mafia Princess Scott—Our first official date pt 2
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-16
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His Mafia Princess Scott—My mom waited up for us pt 3
"She needs to sleep, mom. We better head up," I said, letting my exhausted girlfriend lay her head on my shoulder."I'm fine," Stacy said with a yawn, her eyes closing."Please don't give her that kind of power. We'll never sleep and I'm so—" Willow groaned."So what, Willow?" I said, daring her to tell our blissfully unaware mother how drunk she was.She was sober enough to know to keep to the shadows and not out herself to our mom, but I knew all her tricks."I'm going to make more coffee. You don't mind, do you Stacy dear?" my mom asked, heading back into the kitchen.Being the angel she was, Stacy said, "I could go all night" completely without the intent of making my dick twitch.How fucking sweet was my girl? She could barely keep her eyes open and my come was probably dry on her legs by now. Ther
His Mafia Princess Scott—My mom waited up for us pt 2
"So exciting. My first gift from my daughter in law," said my mom.Choosing to pick my battles, I let that one slide and turned my suspicion on my girlfriend instead."I better not regret getting on that plane with you, Kendrick," I said, as I watched my mom unwrap her gift with bated breath."Don't worry, you'll like it. Hopefully she does too," said Stacy, her urgency to leave the room forgotten as my mom pulled a scrap book out of the box.Stacy went over to where my mom stood, nervously wringing her hands as my mom flipped open to the first page and explained, "It's a detailed record of my friendship with Scott, as well as our relationship. The photos are mostly his. You're always sharing your stories about him with me. I just wanted to share mine too. I hope that's okay," Stacy said, looking at my mom, holding her breath."That's lovely dear," s
His Mafia Princess Scott—My mom waited up for us pt 1
"Told you so," I said, turning to her as the car came to a halt in the driveway. "That's a bedroom light. Maybe she just forgot to turn it off before she went to bed?" said Stacy, but I could tell she was having regrets. "Nope. That's her studio's light. She's painting. The kitchen light will go on in three two one," I said, watching Stacy's nervous face as I counted down with a grin. The nerves were an improvement from the distant cold eyes I'd been getting since we left Willow's school. I don't know what to say to her that will make us running off together okay in her head. Willow was never going to forgive me for missing graduation. Plus I wanted Stacy to know how special she was to me by having her meet my mom. I thought bringing Stacy to Ohio would appease everyone, but clearly that was an error in judgement on my part. All Stacy seemed to see was what I was giving up for her. It's been fucking with her head all night. Knowing that has been fucking with mine. Sure enough, a
His Mafia Princess Stacy —We crashed Willow's prom pt 3
"What was that?" he teased me, kissing my lips as he moved sweaty strands of hair out of my face. "What was what?" I said, playing dumb, responding to his light, little kisses. "Are you claiming ownership over my dick, Kendrick?" he asked me with a cocky grin. "It is a really great dick and it's going to worship my pussy for life," I said shamelessly, probably still a little horny as I laid back against him. "I think that makes it mine. Do you have a problem with that?" He reached around my neck, touched his mother's pearls and I felt like such a whore for letting him fuck me while wearing them. "Not even in the slightest. My dick only enjoys your pussy anyway. Just remember you said for life," he said, calling me out. I stayed in his arms, glued to that chair despite the wet, sticky mess between us, completely speechless. I was scared out of my mind. Not about going on the run. I had made my peace with that. Going back to Don Angelo wasn't what I wanted. Whatever the cost for
His Mafia Princess Stacy— We crashed Willow's prom pt 2
"This is so fucking dirty. We shouldn't be—" "Fucking in a public place?" he asked with a chuckle, pulling the strings behind my neck that I had warned him not to. "Little late, Stace. Been there, done that," he said, letting the dress fall forward. "Fucking at your sister's prom," I said, meaning to admonish him, but he had unhooked my bra and gotten his hands on my breasts and I was moaning while I said every word, now slamming down hard and fast on his dick. "I won't tell if you don't," he said through pants, pulling my body up against his. His hands were on my breasts, clawing at my flesh, as I bounced up and down his dick. He surrendered control to me, letting me have my way with him. "Fuck me like the dirty girl you are," he rasped into my ear, egging me on. "You love being in control of that dick, don't you? Stroking it up and down with your pussy. Kinky little freak," he said, kissing me over my shoulder. "Scott, fuck, I love it so much. So good," I grunted, fucking him
His Mafia Princess Stacy: We crashed Willow's prom pt 1
True to his word, probably not wanting to hurt his mother's feelings, Scott snuck me into a high school prom. I got to watch him claim Willow's first dance while he gave her date shit. Watching him with her made my heart melt. Could he really give them up for me? "What a dipshit," said Scott, complaining about Willow's date. "All teenage boys are," I said, overwhelmed with emotion when he took me into his arms.Being with him and his family all day was going to my head. He was surrounded by so much love. How could I just take it all away?"They probably would have lined up for you if you went to school. I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make things weird. We don't have to stay if you don't want to. It's just, when Willow put those pearls on you, for some reason I didn't want them to come off. It's stupid, I know," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist as mine went around his neck. "No, I get it. I know what you mean. Same," I said, touching the pearls around my neck be
His Mafia Princess Stacy—He took me home pt 3
"Shut up and wear the fucking pearls," Scott whispered into Willow's ear."I don't want to wear the fucking pearls. Stacy is loaning me this diamond necklace," said Willow, showing off the bing around her neck."What the fuck? Mom is going to flip. You know how she feels—" Scott ranted and I grimaced, shooting him an apologetic look."I got this," said Willow, taking the pearls clean out of Lisa's hands when she walked back into the room with them and laying them around my bare neck. "So much better on her than me," said Willow, clapping her hands together after she tied the clasp behind my neck.The frustration left Scott's face and he stared at the pearls around my neck, awestruck."But it's prom. You have to wear the family pearls. I wore them to my prom and on my wedding day. So did my mom and her mom," said Lisa, looking betw
His Mafia Princess Stacy—He took me home pt 2
"He's carrying her like a bride the first time he brought her home to meet his mom. This is a sign, right?" said Lisa's voice."That they're doing marital activities? Sure," said Willow, both women standing in the front door, watching us fool around.I pulled away from Scott's face, beaming at him as he set me down on my feet, his ears reddening. So much for us surprising them."Hi mom. Willow. You guys know—""Let me get a good look at you. You're gorgeous," said Lisa, taking my hands in hers, her whole face lighting up with excitement. "You know he's never brought a girl home before. That must mean wedding bells are ringing soon."Willow went into stitches, grabbing onto Scott's shoulder while I sucked in my lips trying not to do the same."Stacy," Scott finished, burying his face in his hands. "I did warn y
His 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
