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PortiaI'm surprised about the things for Nathan but true to his word, bags of clothes were waiting for my approval at the next shop. Although if he truly is keeping him on the island, I'm sure he doesn't want him wearing the same clothes that are stained with Vincent and Gregory's blood, so this isn't exactly selfless of Callahan.It's late afternoon by the time we get to Callahan's uncle's house, on the edge of the city. And house isn't quite the word. It's a mansion, a proper Italian mansion set well back from the beautiful stone pillars cradling ornate iron gates that open to let us in. The grounds are elegantly manicured and before a servant opens the front door, I can hear the sounds of someone playing piano inside.Alec enters behind me. I take a moment to look around, take in the elegant, monied feel of the place. Our home in Mexico was always more cozy than elegant. We lived in that house, played in every room.The sounds of children and the smells of cooking constant. This p
A Bride For The Mafia King Kill Bill
Callahan"He'll be pissed but I don't care. I want men riding with my uncle and Portia. How many are on property?""Thirteen, sir. I'm seeing if I can get some on the roof without raising eyebrows," Dante says. “Don't worry, we've got it covered. If it becomes more than a threat, well take care of it.""And get her out. Understand?"“Yes, sir.”I disconnect the call and dial my uncle. I'm on my way to the event location but am later than I hoped. I had two things to do when I left Portia after lunch. First, pick up the rings. Wedding bands. Simple.That's what I should have stuck to, at least.But for some fucking reason and by some stupidity, I'd brought my mother's engagement ring with me and had it resized for her.I touch my pocket now, feel the velvet box and I'm not sure what the fuck is wrong with me when it comes to this woman. Why the fuck am I giving her this particular engagement ring when what she'll want to do is use the stones to carve out my eyes as soon as she hears wh
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CallahanI take a step towards Portia and my uncle, blocking Heathcliff's view of her, not wanting him to look at her any longer. I can't stand the thought that even his eyes should fall on her.I was twelve when I started fighting. I don't know any other way to be. Her words kept resounding in my brain.At least I was an adult."Callahan." My uncle nods in greeting and walks past me to the bar. I don't give two fucks about him.“You look beautiful," I tell her, part of me wanting to put my jacket over her shoulders to hide her from her uncle. From the other ogling, shameless men.She looks up at me like she has a hundred things to say. Like she wants to curse me to hell and fall into my arms all at once.“Why is he here? Why are you talking to him?” she asks, eyes just flashing to Heathcliff momentarily.I put my hand at her lower back, turn her away, walking at an angle to shield her from him."He's an asshole, Portia. I know that. You don't have to worry about him.""An asshole li
A Bride For The Mafia King Blood Bath
PortiaI'm heading toward the lady's room when I see Heathcliff leering at me from the opposite corner of the room. He raises his glass to me, the sea ofpeople between us his only protection as far as I'm concerned because Callahan hasn't come after me.I change direction and head toward him, wishing I had that nail file to stab him in the eye. I know it wouldn't kill him but I'm good with maiming him for life. For now, at least.As I approach, he stops a passing waiter and takes two champagne flutes off his tray. He holds one out to me."There she is," he says, a smile on his face. This man who just days ago was ready to pull the trigger and kill Nathan and I. The man who executed Vincent and Gregory.I want to slap that champagne out of his hands but when I'm close enough, he must see my intent, because he sets both glasses down and squares his shoulders to meet me."You look stunning," he says, his eyes moving slowly over me, pausing at my breasts. “Your tits are practically on d
A Bride For The Mafia King Stroke Of Luck
PortiaI take a sip of tea that's gone cold. The same cup Lenore gave me hours ago. Wonder where she is now. She's so worried about him. I saw it on her face.I didn't know she was Alec's aunt. When Alec and our small party got back to the island, I saw that he had caught a bullet, but it was a flesh wound. Still, seeing it, seeing her peel the shirt off his bloody skin and watching his face, I know it hurt like hell. It may have hurt her as much, from the look on her face.They'd called a doctor in. She said Callahan and the other men may need him when they're back.When. Not if.But before the doctor got to the house — because we had to wait for transport by either boat or chopper — Lenore had cleaned the wound. I just sat there and watched.Blood doesn't bother me. It's strange, in situations like tonight, I'm just really quiet. Calm even. At least on the outside. I'm not sure, maybe it's that I'm slow to process what's happening, to absorb the shock of it. Even after all this tim
A Bride For The Mafia King Without Warning
Callahan"Hey, Brother," Antonio says when I open my eyes.He looks older than twenty-six. Already has gray hair at his temples. He's too fucking young to have gray around his temples.“You look like I feel,” I say."I should have been there.""So you could get shot up too?""So I could fight alongside you.""Fuck that. I'm glad you weren't there.""I'm glad you're alive.""I'm not going anywhere yet, Brother."“You can't control that,” he says, running a hand through his hair. I can. To some extent. Guilt gnaws at me, but I shove it away.“Did you get the problem solved?”"What? Oh. Yeah. It was nothing, really. Some stupid emails crossed and just nothing."“I'm glad Uncle David sent you, Antonio. It's better if you're outside of this. Like he is. It's safer."“I'm not a coward, Brother.”“I know that. But I don't want you in harm's way. This isn't the end. It's not even the fucking middle. And I've been thinking about this. I want you out."He stands, shakes his head and goes to cl
A Bride For The Mafia King Reckless Stitches
CallahanI instantly forget how to breathe."Don't move."Fuck. Me.She squeezes a generous amount of ointment onto her fingers and extends her arm to my side. I grab hold of her wrist before she touches me. "Gentle. Understand? You look like you're going to enjoy this touch for my liking."“What is the matter, Callahan? Afraid of a little pain?"“You just told me you were glad I didn't die," I say, loosening my hold but not letting her go, bracing myself because this is definitely going to hurt.But I owe her this. I glance to the nightstand where the ring box sits. I hiss when she smears the stuff on the too tender skin.She meets my gaze and holds it as she smears it on a little harder than she needs to.“Take it easy.”Her smile widens at my discomfort. “Aww. What is it?" She tilts her head, pouts, eyes going all big. “The big bad wolf is just a helpless little pup when it hurts?"I grin. She's sparring, my Little Kitten. That's good. I reach up with my good hand to take hold of t
A Bride For The Mafia King Sour Promise
I kneel again, close the shirt and do the buttons like she had them. I don't want to. What I want is to hold her. To feel her skin against my skin. What I want is more. And until she's willing to give as much as I want, I won't push.No woman taught me consent and respect until her.She lays her head back on my bed and takes a ragged breath in, watching me carefully. I wonder if she was unsure if l'd stop.I slide off her, standing. I don't want to, but she needs to learn she can trust me to keep my word. I get the feeling she hasn't had many trustworthy men in her life.“That wasn't too bad, was it?” I ask, finishing with the last button."It was horrible. " She sits up. I grin, close one hand around her thigh to stop her from standing."Was it? Are you sure about that or are you are lying, Little Kitten?"“I'm not lying."“So, if I were to spread your legs and look at your sweet pussy, it wouldn't be wet?"She tries to pull my arm off, focusing all her attention on it."Tell me,” I
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