All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

—Ellie— Only one week until Christmas. The mansion was decorated beautifully with red baubles, golden tinsel, and sprigs of mistletoe. Luckily Isabella and Samuel weren’t mobile yet or the greenery would have had to go. I’d sent Mateo a few messages, telling him I was safe and asking if he was okay. He hadn’t replied yet but I knew he’d read the messages. Maybe his hurt was still too fresh. Five days weren’t enough to come to terms with the fact that your sister betrayed you for a man you hated more than anything in the world. My messages to Mom and Arianna hadn’t even been received. I suspected Dad had gotten new phones for them so I couldn’t contact them. I approached Kate as she stirred a new batch of baby food, a sweet potato puree. “Do you get Christmas presents for each other?” Damian had given me a credit card from one of the Russo bank accounts yesterday, and while I’d wanted to decline at first, I took the card. Tristan see

—Ellie— He sat up stiffly. “Straddle me with your ass facing me.” “What?” “Do it,” he ordered. I didn’t question him, could barely think straight from the throbbing between my legs. I pushed up and climbed over Tristan, careful not to ram my knees into his ribs. My palms rested beside his knees as I knelt over him, my ass pushing out. Tristan lifted up my dress until I was exposed and my core tightened in anticipation. “Fuck,” hr murmured, causing me to shiver again. I gasped when he pushed two fingers into me, my back arching at the delicious sensation of my walls gripping him. He let out a low groan, and I almost came hearing it. I could see the proof of his own need straining against his sweatpants. “The sight of your pussy taking my fingers is the fucking best.” I whimpered in response and began to meet his thrusts, needing his fingers deeper, faster, harder. “Yes, Querido, take them,” he rasped. More wetness pooled between my legs. I t

—Ellie— When Tristan and I returned to our bedroom that night, I risked another glance at my phone, and my shoulders slumped. No messages. Tristan came up behind me, his hands on my waist, his lips hot on my throat. “Do you regret leaving the Family?” I leaned back against him. His chest was bare and he’d removed most of the bandages despite Damian’s protests. “No. Isabella and Samuel will be happier here.” He bit down on my throat gently. “And you?” I turned in his hold and kissed him. “I think I’ll be happy too.” Tristan pulled my dress over my head before he backed me up toward the bed, and we both fell down. We kissed for a long time until I was desperate and hot. He moved down my body and removed my panties then stretched out between my legs. His lips and tongue pushed me over the edge within a couple of minutes, then he climbed back up, his body covering mine, his weight braced on his forearms. His eyes held mine when he slammed into me, claim

—Ellie— I was inexplicably nervous when Tristan told me he wanted to announce our wedding to his brothers and Kate the next day. We’d all gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Samuel on Kate’s lap and Isabella on mine. “You have a new wedding to look forward to,” Tristan said without warning. Every pair of eyes darted from him then to me. My cheeks flushed. I wasn’t sure what Savio and Damian thought of the situation. Adam and Kate liked me, but the other two … “Will we be allowed to kidnap someone? Or at least spill some blood? Since you sampled the goods before, bloody sheets won’t happen after all,” Savio drawled, grinning. Tristan reached over the table and hit him over the head. Savio only chuckled. “Be careful I don’t spill your blood.” Adam smiled at me then rolled his eyes at Savio. Kate got up, handing Samuel to Tristan so she could hug me. “I’m so happy.” Savio and Damian definitely didn’t look unhappy, but their reaction wasn’t as

—Ellie— We’d been living in Mexico for two months now. I was starting to feel at home, more at home than I’d felt in New York since I’d given birth to my twins. I kept sending Mateo messages, but they became less frequent because of his lack of reaction. Every week I’d send him a short note telling him I was well and a photo of the twins and me. He hadn’t replied so far, but I knew he’d read them and even that was a small victory. He hadn’t blocked me. He still wanted to know how I was doing even though I was practically the enemy now. The war between the Russo's and the Family wouldn’t end anytime soon, even if things had calmed down for the moment. My uncle was probably planning something, and I was fairly certain Damian and Tristan wouldn’t ease down on the him either. Tristan’s birthday was tomorrow and even if he didn’t celebrate it, I wanted to give him something special. It was difficult to come up with a present for someone who ruled over the Mexico and t