All Chapters of His Mafia Princess : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Another five months later… "There he is. My engaged best friend," I said, going in for a hug the moment Kenny reached the bar. "First you move out and now this. They grow up so fast. Congratulations, Ken. We miss you back at the apartment.""No you don't," said Kenny, returning my hug before sitting next to me at the bar. "No we don't, but Stacy said I had to say so. She says hi and congratulations. We're really happy for you and Marlene. So when's the big day?" I asked, excited for my friend. "I don't know yet. It just happened. When I do though, you'll be the first to know as my best man," Kenny said, flying high. He was so happy, it was absolutely infectious. "Don't people traditionally ask if someone wants to be their best man instead of just assuming?" I said with a laugh. "I don't care. I put up with you and Stacy making eyes at each other for the last five months every morning. And that wasn't even the worst of it. I was the last to find out about you two. You owe me. You'

"What's happening?" I asked, squatting before her, genuinely concerned now. "What's wrong? Do you hate the shelves? Should we paint the room? Did I get the color coding wrong? Let's have it. We can fix it, whatever it is. Would now be the time to tell you I took a week off from work and we're leaving for Vermont tomorrow?" I said, pulling the plane tickets out of my back pocket to show them to her. She took them from me, turned them over in between her fingers, shook her head slowly, then looked up at me and cried harder. "Nothing's wrong. Everything's wonderful," she said, trying to pull it together. "I mean, probably yes to the last two, but," she said, tilting her tear stained face to the side. We shared a little laugh and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, for making me feel like I belong," she said, setting the tickets aside and taking my hands in hers. "I'm such a mess now. When am I even supposed to pack?" she complained with the cutest little pout, her fingers stained wi

"What a dick. He wants her, but he's not willing to do anything to secure her safety?" I ranted, still wound up after our exchange with Luca. "I'm sorry. This isn't how tonight was supposed to go," said Stacy, staring out the window. "I have no idea what to do."Just then, a car pulled up behind us. "Wait here," I said, getting out to meet with the other driver."Did you get it?" I asked Steve, an old friend from college. "Anywhere, anytime, anything," said Steve, handing me a box. "Payment as per our discussion?" "Yes Steve, I'll be your sister's wedding photographer. Send me the details," I said, surprised at how quickly Steve had pulled this off, even for him. When I got back to the car, Stacy was still staring out into the abyss. I went to her side of the car, opened the door and held out my hand to her. She put her hand in mine and allowed me to drag her out of her seat. We made our way to the front of the car, each leaning against the hood. "Was that Stoner Steve? Scott I c

When we got home, I went straight to my study, wanting the reassurance of seeing my dead man's switch. I waited impatiently for my laptop to start up. Once it had, I accessed my cloud and clicked on a folder I had labelled NYU. This folder was supposed to contain seven years worth of Luciano books. My blood ran cold when I found it empty. "Son of a bitch," I said, pulling myself out of the chair. "I'm going out," I said, rushing past Scott in the living room back into the kitchen. "Where?" he asked with a sigh, following me to the front door. "We should talk about what you said."If my whole world wasn't crumbling right before my very eyes, I'd want to move heaven and earth to remove the pained look in his eyes. As it was though, I was freaking out. Seven years worth of going back to Don Angelo so that one day, when I was brave enough, I could leave him behind for good. Seven years of saying goodbye to Scott over and over, praying I'd make it back to him. All of that couldn't just be

All of a sudden, the perceived danger I was in by being with Stacy took a back seat to his career and I became an afterthought. I tried to shrug it off. After all, I didn't come here for Jeff's protection. Certainly not from Stacy. "Just one thing. No matter what happens, protect Scott at all costs. That's what I want," she said, blowing my mind. All this time, I had assumed that this whole thing was just about Jenny. It didn't occur to me that now that the dead man's switch was gone we'd be back to square one and she'd be thinking of me. Worrying about me. "Is that why you came here? For me? Do you even think this is going to work?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Of course I'll protect my son. That goes without saying," said Jeff, and I felt triggered again. Where the fuck was his protective nature when he was fucking Melissa mere feet away from me with the door open? How many times did it take before my mom finally believed me about what a piece of shit he was? This man w