All Chapters of Keeping The Mafia Princess: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

AugustI wasn't going to lie that her words didn't haunt me. Perhaps that made me even more of a scoundrel than I knew myself to be. After all, I'd had the thoughts myself in the throes of passion. The word itself was foreign to me, existing only in fairytales and romance books. I took a swig of my whiskey, staring out at the sun just cresting over the horizon. I'd left her alone in my bed, her naked body barely covered by the soft sheets.The thought of her would always make my cock hard, my balls swollen. This morning was no exception, but the sleepless night was a reminder why I shouldn't get too close.Danger.I posed a threat to her even in my home. In my bed. My instinct told me that my life was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. My love for her meant I should send her away, reneging on the deal I'd made. I snorted at the thought. How many times had I mentioned the concept of consequences to her? If I sent her away, I'd be forced to deal with Drummand directly.

AugustI left her in the bathroom, dressing quickly and grabbing my phone. Once again, an emptiness filled my heart. Even remorse. There'd been no calls, no emails that would indicate any major disturbances in the middle of the night. The quiet was as disconcerting as the events of the day before.Even the freshly brewed coffee tasted bitter. I poured the cup into the drain, glaring at the morning light."A pensive man."I snickered, watching the reflection in the glass as she walked in. "I have a lot on my mind.""Such as the explosion?""Yes. That and other aspects of business.""That you still won't tell me about."As she moved to find a mug, pouring herself a cup of coffee, I shook my head. "We have legitimate businesses such as the casinos and other real estate development.""You also have others that are directly related to crimes," she said quietly, no condemnation, simply a statement."I'm not going to insult your intelligence. We are into various aspects that are considered c

AugustI knew in my gut the man was talking directly to me. "We are running out of time, Lorenzo." I thought about Dick's actions, the way he glared at Drummand the entire time. Something didn't smell right about the entire event."Yeah. I hear that. I'll have my capos scour the streets. We will come up with something by tonight. Or heads will roll.""Call me when you know something.""You bet, brother." He ended the call and I stood still gawking at the television. Lorenzo had taken a significant chance calling me. If there really were indictments on the horizon, nothing and no one could be trusted at this point. The street vendors would sell their soul if it meant they could stay out of prison. Damn this shit."The pictures you showed me with my father and the girls. They're real?" Sasha asked quietly.Exhaling, I turned toward her, trying to control my rage. "They are very real. Evidently, he's running scared. You don't understand politics in my world yet, but your father just circ

AugustWhile the others remained, finishing their drinks, Angelo walked closer, keeping his voice so that only I could hear. "I don't like some shithead getting away with bombing the club. I also think we're itching for a war we might not be able to win.""I understand, but you heard Don González ." I refused to go against anything my father ordered.He lifted an eyebrow. He'd known me long enough to realize that I usually argued the various points with my father. Not this time. Giordano was correct. There was too much at stake. "Anything else?""Sweep the streets again. Someone is talking."Angelo snorted. "And I have a feeling I know exactly who it is." He shot a look across the remaining soldiers, taking a deep breath."If you're right, bring the fucker to me.""Will do."My father eased into one of the chairs, looking completely defeated.I waited, finally grabbing two drinks. At least as I approached the table, the other capos left, giving their signs of respect. I slid a scotch

AugustI sat in the parking lot, staring at the building. The majority of corporate minions had already left, heading home to their adorable families and golden retrievers. Twilight was settling in, leaving ominous shadows crisscrossing the parking lot. I was angry with myself and with my father. He continued to harbor secrets. What the hell was I going to tell Sasha? At least she was exactly where I needed her to be right now, safe. I popped another three aspirin and turned off the engine. My patience was all but gone, answers needed immediately.And I knew how to get them.I'd noticed the light remained on, the corner office all aglow as if glorifying the man himself, not just his claim to fame. I snickered at the concept.My needs had nothing to do with the rules I was required to follow. I'd asked for a hit and my father had declined. While I wouldn't go against his wishes, I would make certain the Senator understood what he'd stepped into the middle of. The discussion would be...