All Chapters of Consumed by the Mafia: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Michael POV"You ready?" Vinnie asked. Everyone was waiting next to an oversized SUV. I looked over the car and regretted my decision for us all to travel together. My main focus had to be on getting Amy back, then killing every Irishman, then killing my Uncles, and lastly, taking down my greatest enemy: Niko. But we had a lot of land to cross over, and time to waste in a large car. It could be spent in a more pleasurable way."Michael!" Vinnie tapped my shoulder when I didn't respond. My head was definitely not in the game. I needed to change that."Yeah, almost. Lucy is changing." I opened the door and began setting up my laptop. Ariel plopped down beside me and I shook my head at her. That girl didn't know when to quit, but it would probably be better having her next to me than Lucy. Whenever her body was touching mine, I just wanted to feel her. This fucked up crush, or whatever I had with her, was becoming too much of a distraction."Are we really taking her to Texas? She's go

Lucy POVWe'd been driving for what felt like hours, the monotony of the road stretching ahead of us as the SUV hummed along. I stared out the window for a while, the gnawing hunger in my stomach becoming harder to ignore, but I didn't dare complain. The tension in the car was thick, and while everyone else was busy typing away on their laptops, I didn't exactly feel like adding to the stress by whining about food.Occasionally, Michael and Vinnie would share some bit of information they found on the Irish mob, or, more often, some random, ridiculous fact that had nothing to do with anything. The back-and-forth between them was oddly comforting though."I'm telling you, if you're going to hack into an offshore account, you don't mess with Swiss banks. It's like trying to rob a fortress with a butter knife," Michael muttered, his eyes glued to his laptop screen."Yeah, but butter knives can still cut if you sharpen them," Vinnie quipped, not missing a beat.Michael snorted. "Or you cou

Michael POVTo say I was pissed was a massive understatement. There were Irish lackeys lurking in my hideout. Very few people knew about this place, and the fact that Ariel had been grinning like she was in on a joke the rest of us weren't, made my blood boil.The moment Lucy got up to go to the bathroom I wanted to follow her. Ariel called me out about it too. They could all see how my fingers itched to move, to keep her in my sight every second. It was unnecessary, but now I knew it didn't matter. I can't let her be alone.If I had hesitated a minute longer, Lucy could have been dragged out that back door, and I might not have found her in time. The idea that I almost lost her... I didn't like it. Vinnie tried to clam me down, knowing by the way I completely shutdown and roughly dragged her from the restaurant that I was seconds from losing my shit. The last thing we needed was a mass homicide with a hundred witnesses to put me in jail. My focus was much bigger than some low level

Lucy POV"Tell me no, and I'll stop."Michael, this dangerously arrogant, sinfully gorgeous man, was on his knees in front of me, waiting. Begging. His blue eyes were dark with hunger. He could have taken whatever he wanted, he was stronger, faster, deadlier. But instead, he gave me all the power.And God, I loved it. He had no idea how badly I needed to have this control, his submission to me... although it was Michael. The man that knew things before anyone else. Maybe he knew this was exactly what I needed to quiet the fears that lived inside me. "I want you," I admitted, my pulse hammering. "I do."His lips curved into a knowing smirk as his large hands slid up my thighs. He helped push my jeans down, his fingers grazing my skin like he was savoring every inch."I want everything," I whispered, my heart pounding. "But...""I just want a taste, baby girl." His voice was low and thick, warm breath between my thighs, urging me to let him have me.I should have stopped this, but the

Amy POVKillian had been gone all day, and all I could think about was that kiss he left me with. It had been brief but seared into my mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else. In his absence I decided I should at least attempt to get an upper hand. I tried searching for anything that might tell me more about him, his plans, or where the hell we were even going.I'd managed to get into his computer, but there wasn't much. The only thing of value was a connection to Texas, which I assumed was our next destination. There was no service out here, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't crack the WiFi password. Frustrated, I'd given up, knowing getting caught snooping wouldn't end well.Now, I was stretched across the bed, lazily flipping through a magazine as I tried not to let my thoughts drift back to him. But then his voice cut through the silence."I see you've found a way to occupy your time," he said, his gaze sweeping over me. I wasn't wearing much than a short, silk