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Stacy— Don Angelo's Move pt 1
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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"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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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.
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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,
