All Chapters of Keeping The Mafia Princess: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SebastianThere were two things I couldn't handle in life: lying sacks of shit and those attempting to cut into my business. At this point, I had no way of knowing whether the hijack had anything to do with Santiago, but in my mind, I knew the asshole was fucking with me.Granted, taking his daughter certainly held a high probability of revenge, but destruction on this level seemed beneath the man. Then again, what lengths would a father go to in order to free his little girl? Maybe I'd underestimated the man. If so, other decisions would need to be made, including helping Santiago understand that enraging me wasn't in his best interest. That would mean an escalation of other business practices.Two could play at his game.I stood on the docks, staring at what remained of the boat, the debris strewn less than one hundred yards from shore. What little fire remained would disappear within minutes. While the Coast Guard had been notified, the various men who were on my payroll had put a

SebastianI'd talked to a few sources, runners whose livelihood would be affected by the shipments' destruction. While they all seemed scared, there was no indication of further betrayal, at least as of yet. My personal warning to each and every one of them should buy me some time.The penthouse was entirely too quiet when I walked in, barely acknowledging Enrique other than to tell him to go home for the night. With Castillo on ice and Kostya in some Philadelphia morgue, I doubted there would be any attempt of a hit for the rest of the night.However, I'd remained prepared for anything.I didn't like the way things were occurring, as if someone held a grudge against my family first and was using my family's business almost like a ransom without any demands made. As. Of. Yet.I tugged the envelope from my pocket, rubbing my thumb back and forth. Whatever information was inside, I had no doubt the details would further increase the rage furrowing in my mind. I merely tossed it on the c

CarmenWife.The man was either insane or far too self-centered.Or both.I'd been right before; this whole abduction thing was a scheme to be wed into my family? Maybe the money was more important, or the clout? I thought about the reasons and knew his decision had more to do with further ostracizing my father as well as thwarting his power. Did I really care? Hell, I wasn't certain about anything any longer.However, if he thought for even a minute that I was going to marry him, he would have a rude awakening. I could barely think straight, had difficulty accepting what he'd said, but the expression on his face screamed that he was determined keep his promise. "You're out of your mind. I would never marry you." I managed to get out of his grasp, taking several steps backward."It's the only way I can attempt to keep you safe," Sebastian said after a few seconds."From my father or from your enemies?"I could tell he was debating his answer. "I wasn't lying to you. Your father is a r

Carmen"Hmmm," I huffed and eased my fingers down his chest, marveling in the way his muscles rippled even under the material. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, able to lean down and blow hot air across his skin.Sebastian threw his head back, moaning several times. "Damn, woman."I eased back until I was able to slide my hands down to his belt, slowly unfastening the buckle. He finally tilted his head, watching every move I made as I struggled to unfasten his pants, tugging at the zipper. His laugh was sensuous, his dancing eyes illuminated by the slender moon. For some reason, his irises were shimmering, drawing me through a crack in his armor and into his very soul.His darkened and haunted soul.He trusted no one, including me, his world full of utter organization, a complete requirement. If anything within his regime was altered, he became unraveled, as if the control was the only thing he could count on.I'd tossed a wrench into his pristine setting, forcing him to unravel if only

CarmenI heard him rustle with his clothes and knew that he'd left the room. I turned my head, staring at the envelope. Whatever had occurred when he was gone had disturbed him in several ways. I knew better than to ask what he was hiding or what he planned on doing. It just wasn't my place.Huffing, I concentrated on the sounds of the ocean, the sloshing waves just loud enough to allow me to relax, catch my breath.Even as my curiosity continued.There were so many questions to ask, so much information that I wanted to learn. One day, maybe he would trust me enough.I heard his footsteps as he returned and closed my eyes, uncertain of what to expect."Truly a very bad girl. You're disrespectful and mouthy," he laughed softly as he ran his fingers down my spine, tapping my ass. Then he pressed my ass cheeks apart."What are you doing?""Giving you something to think about tonight."I felt pressure, a hardened substance that made me cringe. He was using an ass plug. Oh, God. Every part