It has been a week since I found Dylan in my room. I still can’t believe that all that happened and everything I told him. Since that night, he has made damn sure that everyone knew that I was his. I was shocked when none of the guys looked surprised to find out about his feelings for me. Keegan and Chance told me he more or less claimed me that night at the pub. It would have been nice if he or one of the other guys had told me. I wasn’t stupid; I knew he was interested in me but figured I was something new and shiny, and he would get bored with me sooner or later and move on. I still haven’t wrapped my head around everything that has happened, and I am very concerned that fucking Gary and his cronies have someone watching me. I take a deep breath and continue walking. My class just ended, and I am walking home. By the time I get home, I have decided to end whatever this is between Dylan and me. I can’t let anything happen to him. Since they were at practice, I knew they w

I still can’t get over what happened between Dylan and me two days ago. The fact that he has slept in my bed since then is beside the point. I am still sore from that night and the morning in the shower. I had talked with Riley, and he told me that he wasn’t thrilled with me dating one of his friends but that if I were to date one of his friends, he would have picked Dylan. I didn’t want to cause a problem between Riley and me or him and Dylan. Riley told me everything was fine, and he was happy for me. Now two days later, the guy has been in piss poor moods since. I noticed their bad moods when they returned from practice that night. I had tried to ask what was wrong this morning since I was sick and fucking tired of their shitty mood. I tried to get Dylan to talk to me, but he wouldn’t, and he snapped at me. I left for class after that. Thankfully this was one of the days that I didn’t have that ridiculously early class with Dylan. I don’t have classes with Riley, Luke, o

When Riley threw out that my precious jewel was into underground fighting, I damn near lost it. Don’t get me wrong, watching her in that ring at the gym that one time was a learning experience. She and Riley told us that she had been going to the gym since she was 14, which I thought was suitable for a girl. I thought she had learned some primary self-defense, but I was wrong. My precious jewel had taken gymnastics classes when she was young, thanks to her mother. The gym she, I, and the guys now frequent has some of everything. MMA, self-defense, kickboxing, martial arts, and cross fit are just a few of its programs. I had mixed feelings as I watched my precious jewel in that ring. I wanted to jump in there and beat the shit out of the guy swinging at her, but on the flip side, watching her had that guy his ass turned me on. She might be tiny, but I wouldn’t want to piss her off. Ok, fine, I would let her throw me around anytime. She is welcome to use some of those leg hold

“What has you so lost in your head?” Hanae asks. “This entire fucking situation with Gary.” I tell her. I watch as my wife saunters over and sits down on my lap. Many were unhappy, including my parents, that married her. My stunning Hanae is half Japanese. I could fucking care less, but my parents were old school and didn’t want any of their kids with anyone that wasn’t Italian. While my sister married an Italian, that wasn’t on purpose; my brother and I didn’t go along with what they wanted. They bitched, but I ignored them because I didn’t care what they thought. Mateo looks more like me, but I can see Hanae in him too. Our twin daughters look like their mother with my green eyes. I rub her rounded belly. This fourth child was a huge surprise. While this child was a surprise, we are thrilled. She is currently four months along. Our daughters are thrilled to have a younger sibling, and Mateo was happy for us too. “At least we know where she is at.” Hanae says. “I

I knew something serious was happening back home when Dylan called me and told me to get my ass back as fast as possible. It took me a few days since the holidays were coming up. I had been here in Auckland for a year or so now, and as far as I knew, nothing was happening. Most everyone in the mafia world knows about our family, even if our family isn’t officially in the mafia and our connection with Carmine. They tend to leave us alone, and most stay as far away from Australia as possible. If they do come here, it is for a vacation, and they call and speak with both Uncle Richard and Carmine to let them know when they are there and why they are coming. Of course, some come for meetings and whatnot. I grew up with Dylan, and we are more or less best friends. He knows me better than anyone. I moved to Auckland after graduation. Uncle Richard had me come here to manage some of his businesses; they have been doing well. While I do like it here, I miss home and everyone. I was