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Mafia's Cruel Arrangement chapter 28
ASHTONI ripped myself away from Molly, my whole body trembling because holy fuck, the need to tear down her leggings, throw her up against the wall, and sink my dick deep inside of her was tearing through me at a breakneck speed.She tore something down inside of me. Something I needed, the last bit of restraint with her.She didn’t just tear it down. She took a battering ram to it, and I was shaken, taking her in. Only her in. I was ignoring the emotions clawing through me.Only Molly. I could only feel Molly.I was also going to murder Remmi West because I knew who’d just stormed her way in.“What are you doing here?” I had to get ahold of myself, but I half growled at Trace’s sister.She was coming in, hoop earrings. Leather jacket. Her dark hair swept up, piled high, and she was wearing her usual black pants. Trace’s sister liked to dress the Mafia-princess stereotype, but today there was no faux fur jacket.Remmi ignored me, her neck craning so she could see Molly. “Who’s that?”
Mafia's Cruel Arrangement Chapter 29
The desperation to be inside of her was primal, rushing through me.My hand skimmed down her leg from her hip, catching the back of her thigh, and I lifted it, stepping fully into her.She gasped again, a soft breathy sound coming from her. “This”—she trailed her finger down my chest to my stomach and lingered there, toying with the top button of my pants—“is one thing I keep getting distracted by, and I’m just going to reiterate again that I don’t care about the other bullshit going on.”I lifted her leg higher and moved in.She gasped again, her head falling back against the door, her chin rising, and her tongue wet her bottom lip.God.My dick just shot up at that sight, and feeling me, her eyes opened fully, seeing me.Her hand splayed out over my chest, pushing back but using that momentum to lift both her legs up.I growled, moving with her. My hands slipped under her ass as she wound her legs behind me, her ankles crossing.Jesus.I rubbed against her, slowly.Looking down, I w
Mafia's Cruel Arrangement chapter 30
MOLLYI was such a moron.Throwing myself at him. Doing the whole hand-to-his-chest thing. Being seductive. And it failed! Crash and burn. He rejected me, but man oh man. I felt him. He wanted me. He was into it, but agh. I was so humiliated.Was it me?What was I thinking? Of course it was me.Me. Who else would it have been? Something was wrong with me. I wasn’t pretty enough, or tall enough, or I don’t know. It was just me. Who was I kidding? The universe did not like me, but dammit. No. I refused to go down this path. I’d done too much, endured too much, etched out a damn good life despite my parental seeds. Screw him.I mean, that’s what I’d been trying to do but aghhhh!His loss. Right. Totally his loss. He’d be regretting it, except, and this was hard for me to admit, I didn’t think he was regretting it at all. He was quiet when he got in the vehicle, and despite performing some first aid on his hand, he hadn’t done anything on the whole drive back to the city. Total silence. W
Mafia's Cruel Arrangement chapter 31
The driver was returning, so I ignored a very different feeling that came over the back of the car. I pointed at him. “He’s back.”He opened the door. Ashton got out first and stepped aside to let me lead the way.I did, ignoring the clerk and a couple other customers inside. The bathroom was empty, thank god, but the lock was pitiful. Holding my bladder, as if that worked, I hauled the giant garbage bin over to block the door. The thing was hella heavy, so it’d do. After that, heaven and relief and yes.That’s when my phone pinged in my pocket.I pulled it out, seeing that reception had come back at some point, and saw thirty text messages, sixteen voice messages, and a whole host of other alerts. Holy shit . . .Pialto: WHAT THE HAT, WOMAN?! WHERE ARE YOU?Pialto: Sorry. What the what. Auto-duck.Pialto: Your cousin won’t tell us anything!Sophie: Where are you? Are you alive? Did you have a one-night stand and it’s amazing and you’re taking a day? Please please please tell me that’
Mafia's Cruel Arrangement Chapter 32
MOLLYHe was cleaning my face.We were in a bathroom. I was on the counter, and Ashton stood between my legs. A first aid kit was next to us. He was dabbing a cotton ball at my forehead.I felt the sting and hissed.He pulled back. “Can you hear me?”His voice droned through an invisible barrier, but I nodded. I could.“Can you talk?”I closed my eyes and started to lower my head, but he touched under my chin. “I need to clean some scrapes you got. They can’t get infected.”Another nod. Fine. But I kept my eyes closed.It felt better this way, somehow. And I reached back for what I’d been holding on to, my fingers touching bare skin.I looked, seeing that I was holding on to Ashton’s side.I took all of him in.He was in his black pants that he’d worn earlier, but his shirt was unbuttoned. It hung open. The ends tucked over my hands as I was gripping onto him, as if I couldn’t let go, but it felt right to put my hand there again, so I did.Ashton moved even closer, his head angling ov
Mafia's Cruel Arrangement chapter 33
ASHTONI stayed until long after Molly fell asleep, and even then, I couldn’t bring myself to leave her.This—I didn’t know what the fuck this was, but needing to take care of her, the terror that went through me when that gun touched her head. It was nothing to how it felt when she looked at me.I felt struck by lightning.She was scared. She knew she would die, and she looked at me for help. It was in an instant. One look. Not even a second and we both knew what we were going to do.I hated her while growing up and now this? This? What the hell was happening with me? I untangled myself from her. It’d been my fourth attempt. The first two she’d fought back, waking up. The third, I hadn’t had the heart in it myself, but this fourth time—I needed to separate. At least for a bit. I needed to think clearly again, to even remember how that felt.Pulling a shirt on, I headed out and toward Trace’s basement. He had a whole TV lounge area, and in the last month since he’d bought this place f
Mafia's Cruel Arrangement chapter 34
MOLLYI was watching from the bed as Ashton moved around the room, sweats on, a T-shirt not hiding how very toned he was. Shock and trauma aside from being shot at and everything else, man, the man had muscles. He was the definition of muscle definition. And those sweats were dipping so nicely low on his hips.I wasn’t trying to work myself up, but it was just happening.Ashton had given me and Jess and Trace the info on what he thought was happening because my dad was scurrying around out there. And also that he’d sent in an order for Marcus to reach out, but that he hadn’t yet. That was either good or bad. I checked my phone, but he’d not messaged or called me there either.“Do you think he’ll be alarmed when he goes to your apartment, Molly?” Jess had asked earlier.I snorted before remembering she didn’t really know the dynamic between my father and me. I shook my head. “Number one rule surviving being Shorty Easter’s daughter? Never let him know where you live. He only knows to g
Mafia's Cruel Arrangement chapter 35
ASHTONWe’d slept through the rest of the morning.I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Molly was still conked out behind me. She’d fallen asleep after our last time, so I’d moved her, positioning her back under the sheets, but I couldn’t sleep. My body was a mix of satisfaction, exhaustion, and also readiness for whatever was to come.I liked this next stage. Not in a Mafia war, but in our businesses. I enjoyed where the next move was ours to make, where our adversary was wary, where we were the predators. But the stakes were different here.They’d hit us last night, and before we’d even retired to our separate bedrooms, Trace and I had already coordinated our attack. Each of us still handled what our families handled before, with Trace’s family covering transportation and distribution and mine handling the cops and higher-ups, but it was different now that he and I were the heads. We could coordinate better. There was no more needed time to call for a meeting or to decipher if that
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