All Chapters of Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel]: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dante      “Let go of me, Dante.”   Seething, I grip her wrist tighter. She shouldn’t even be here. She shouldn’t even be within breathing distance of that scum, Guerrero.   “Where are we even going?”   Where are we going? Even I have no clue. The only thought occupying my mind is that I have to get her away from there. Away from that prison. Away from the stench of blood and violence.

Dante wastes no time pounding into me with practiced skill. His dick curved at just the right angle hitting my sweet spot again and again.    “No, please! I’m gonna cum!” I scream feeling the orgasm building in me, threatening to explode at any moment.   But Dante’s deaf to my pleas, only driving his cock harder and faster into my cunt. “Come, then. Come around my cock, sweetheart.”   It’s as if Dante has full command of my body because one last thrust from him sends me over the edge with a loud moan muffled by the sheets. I’m a drooling, crying mess as I let my release roll over me.  

 “Calm down, easy now, Jean,” I whisper to myself, thumbing the napkin neatly placed on top of the table. Every second I spend in my head thinking this whole thing over triples my anxiety levels.   I can’t believe I’m this nervous to meet someone, but this someone could potentially clear the mystery surrounding my family, and I feel like that justifies my nerves being all over the place.   Looking over my shoulder, I meet Adeline’s eyes. She gives me a reassuring nod and then takes a sip of her coffee. I’m grateful she’s in the cafe with me. At least I have her for moral support.   I think we blend in pretty well with this dainty coffee shop at the edge o

“How fucking dare you!”   Those are the last words I hear before the fear starts to consume me as Richard, the Dick, lunges for me.   Sure, Adeline and I have been training to defeat opponents bigger than me, but we’ve never put it into practice.   I raise my hands to my face in a defensive position, knowing I’m going to lose, but at least I won’t lose by surrendering, not with all these people watching. I wait for the blows to come.   But they never do. Before Dick could even touch me, two of Dante’s soldiers, one of them being Pat—I never knew he’d been here—an

“Can you just tell me who you really are?”   The question surprises even me, I didn’t even consider Gavin’s position. He has his reasons why he keeps his identity hidden. He must think I’m acting like a spoiled child, but the desire to know the truth overpowers my shame.    Gavin is silent and with each passing second, my irritation grows. I need to know if I can trust him with more than just my family’s secrets. I need to know if I can trust him with myself.   During the days we’ve spent together, we’ve grown closer and it may be too shameful to admit having these feelings for someone I barely know, but Gavin makes me think of a future, something I haven’t really thought about for a while. All I had waiting for me was revenge and