All Chapters of Keeping The Mafia Princess: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SashaHis wife. Did the insane asshole actually think I was going to marry him? He was fucking out of his goddamn mind. I'd die first.Fuck the man who thought he would own me. To hell with my father."Never forget... I will break you..."His damning words lingered, leaving a nasty taste in my mouth. I'd whispered them over and over again as I packed, unable to wrap my head around the deal with the devil. Whatever sins my father had committed, the fact he'd garnered the González s' attention had yet to be fully explained. Perhaps my father didn't have the guts to admit what he'd done. I'd already ventured a guess. I knew about his penchant for gambling, his love of winning at all costs. This had been a lifelong addiction, something he'd argued about when my mother was alive.Oh. My. God. I still couldn't understand anything. I was lost in a time warp. My phone, iPad, and laptop had been taken away, any chance I had of contacting the outside world eliminated. If the bastard hurt Audrey

SashaHis words shouldn't have impressed me to any degree, but I was thrown by the sincerity, the heightened level of longing. As he jerked the leather strap free, cracking the tip against the floor, my body jumped involuntarily while my mind wrapped around the reality. There was nowhere to run, no place to hide."Now, hold your position." He released his hold, folding the belt in front of my eyes then gliding the thick leather down my back. I was shocked at his level of calm. There was no anger, no nastiness in his tone. He was simply giving orders.Everything about this man surprised me.I just seemed to react to his command, easing my face against the cool wood, and stretching my arms out to hold onto the edge of his desk. Everything was a blur, whirling in front of me. I took several breaths, preparing.Obeying.August snapped his wrist, the strap slapping across both ass cheeks.There was no flash of instant pain, no indication that I felt anything. My grip became white-knuckled

AugustI'd grown weary of the usual violence on the streets, preferring to leave the 'heavy' work to my soldiers and capos. My interest was in the gambling casinos instead of the drugs, but incidents on the streets were increasing, creating friction with my father. This wasn't about going legitimate, but the heat from the Feds was hardcore. Maybe I just wanted a few months of peace.Then there was my new relationship.I wasn't entirely certain how my father was going to take my news, but it had to be done. We also had a significant shipment coming in, another reason for my deal with Drummand. And there was the issue of the senator and his bill before Congress. He was trying desperately to eliminate all casinos in the state of New York, which would negate the board of supervisors vote on the proposed casino deal initiated by my father several months before. That wasn't going to happen. Sadly, my father didn't have as much control over the local politics as he'd like.Shutting out casin

AugustThe house seemed cold when I arrived. There were no sounds, no obvious clues that anyone else was in the place. I'd purchased the house several years before, renovating a huge portion by myself. Working with my hands was freeing, even peaceful, often providing a level of perspective that I rarely achieved. Modern in appearance, except for my office, the home wasn't large by the standards of my father, but I didn't need anything huge. My needs were simple in comparison to the rest of my family.I'd waved off the soldiers I'd left to guard against Sasha's escape, preferring an evening alone with her. Bruno knew how to keep himself scarce, allowing my privacy. There was no lock on the bedroom door, no chains holding her in place. There would be no cage to lock her in or basement to hide her away from the rest of the world. She would learn to accept her place by my side through time and training.I would not fail. Not her. Not myself.I found her in my office, her bare feet curled

SashaLearn to obey. The asshole had to be fucking out of his mind. I was furious, my mind reeling at all the horrible things I wanted to do to the man. Hissing, I was actually stunned that his anger wrapped around him like a viper. He was volatile, capable of flying off the handle at any moment. I seemed to have a very distinct effect on him. What the hell was the night in my studio about? Lies? Deceit? Yeah, he did everything in his power to make certain I fell for his bullshit. He had another think coming.I eased off the island, struggling to right my dress. I was quivering to the core, and I wasn't entirely certain it was because of the nastiness of our exchange or the way my body had reacted to his touch. And I hated myself more than ever, shame enshrouding over me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.My hands were shaking as I attempted to step into my panties. The scent of my climax made me sick to my stomach. I wanted a long, hot shower to wash away the ugliness. I heard the