บททั้งหมดของ His Mafia Princess : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

"What do you want?" Scott asked, still on guard. "Hear him out. I wouldn't have let this call happen if I didn't think he could help you, Scott," said Jenny, her voice a joy to hear.  "Had you allowed me to make it sooner, the situation wouldn't be as dire as it is now. We really need to work on trust, Jen Jen," said Luca, clearly frustrated with his wife. "Stop fucking calling me that. Two months ago, you wanted blood just like the rest of them. You truly believed the only way to keep your ledger a secret was to kill them. What was I supposed to do? Let you?" Jenny spat back.  "That was then. This is now. The dust has settled. Even from behind bars, Angelo has the other dons spooked. The good news is you're officially off limits. He wants to deal with you himself," said Luca, his words making me shake like a leaf.  Was it selfish to not tell Scott about completing

"Why am I holding the camera?" I asked Scott as we walked out of baggage claim.  "Just a hunch," he said, dragging both of our bags behind us.  In the end, we packed light. Grandpa Kendrick promised to have the fixer ship the rest to us. Perks of being the granddaughter of a billionaire. I really couldn't thank him enough and wanted to make every effort to get to know him once we got back to New York.  While we waited for Kenny and Marlene to pick us up, Scott said to me, "Just hold the camera. No trying to show them what's on it."  "Why not? I'm sure you took some stunning photos," I said, frowning at him as I held the camera to my chest possessively.  He let go of the handles of our bags and came up behind me. Then he took the camera out of my hands and showed me the last photo he took of us in the driveway in Prague.  "First t

"Wake up, baby. We're going out," said Scott's gentle voice a few hours later.  "But I'm so tired," I complained as his fingers glided through my hair.  "I know, but Kenny's a fucking mess. As his best man and friend, we need to make sure he loosens up a little before tomorrow," he said, wearing the title of best man like a badge of honor, despite pretending it didn't mean the world to him.  "Marlene looked like she was going to rip my head off when he hugged me. Nope, there's no we," I said, sitting up slowly.  "Marlene just has wedding jitters. She'll get over it. We already missed so much. He'll hate if you're not there for his last night of freedom," said Scott, guilting me into going.  What started out as just drinks between the three of us soon blew up into bar hopping with the groomsmen, of whom there were seven, not including Scott. Three of them

When I slapped Scott's hand away from my thighs as we sat in the pew thirty minutes before the wedding, he pulled away instantly. Of course it was what I wanted. For fuck's sake, we were in a church and it was Kenny's wedding day. After two months of not saying no to him touching me though, it felt wrong. "It's Kenny's wedding day. You saw him when we woke up this morning. He's nervous as fuck. We should—" I started rattling on."It's okay, princess. I'll be good for you," he said, kissing my cheek sweetly before he lowered his lips to my ear. "Just so you know though, I will fuck you in a church. I promise."I turned to him slowly. Passionate, calm eyes stared back at me as I swallowed. "Hey best man, your brother is freaking out. He has cold feet," Alex yelled, stomping his way down the aisle until he reached us."What's wrong?" I asked, welcoming the distraction that was Alex. "His fiancee became a born again virgin the second he put the rock on her finger. Bet you didn't know t

"It's stupid," Kenny said with a smile. "When she was really having a hard time, she'd ask to see old videos of me going live. She could sit next to me and watch them for hours. After a few stories, she'd start asking questions about them and my day. She'd be the woman I love again. We'd cook together. We would swim together. It wasn't perfect, but we were hanging in there." "So what happened?" I persisted. "Why do you want to leave all that behind?" "It's too fast. I rushed into this. We don't know everything about each other," said Kenny, the smile disappearing from his face. "About a month ago, she came home one night and fucking lost it. Said things had gotten out of hand and she hated inviting all her father's clients. She bawled her fucking eyes out. So I said fuck it, let's cancel everything and elope. She still wanted the big wedding, but she couldn't handle the stress, so yay Fiji. Destination wedding. Except not yay, because she fucking just got worse. In the last two d