All Chapters of His Mafia Princess : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

For the first time since that hotel room in Rome, she didn't look sad or numb. She didn't look like she would cry. She was fired up and battle ready and truth be told, this was probably a fight she would have won. Of course I missed home. Our people. Our lives. My birthday was tomorrow and for the very first time, no one would call. After my run, I didn't go back. Instead, I spent the rest of the day alone. Turning the whole we were on the run from the entire American mafia thing around and around in my head. I had to tell her. We needed to strategize. I just didn't know how when she wasn't fucking talking to me about what was going on with her. Just as the longing got the better of me and I wondered why I was here in the dead of the night instead of going home to her, Stacy walked into the boxing gym she wasn't supposed to know I was a member of.All my focus immediately went to her and I took a blow to the jaw. Minutes later, she was dragging me out of

It was five minutes before my birthday. After I fucked her a few hours ago, we had a quiet dinner, then somehow wound up back on the kitchen floor. She was drunk off her ass. When she said she wanted to get drunk with me, I understood the implications. Booze was her truth serum. She was finally going to talk to me. No, we were going to talk to each other. "I don't think anyone has ever loved me," she said, slurring her words as she set the wine glass down between us. It took a lot of booze to get her this drunk and I definitely wasn't fucking her again tonight, but it was worth it to have a real conversation with her. I made an effort to not get as drunk as her without her noticing so I could take care of her. I didn't need the booze to tell her my shit anyway. Long before the drinking, I decided I was going to be honest with her. "That's ridiculous. There are married men that are still in love with you. Definitely still Kyle," I said, my tipsy brain ta

After crying her eyes out, she got up and headed towards the closet. She returned to me with a gift box. "Happy birthday," she said, and I smiled from ear to ear, taking it from her. As I opened the box and pulled out a brand new camera, she went off about all the research she did to buy it for me. "I know it's not a film camera like you prefer, but it's a similar model to your digital camera back home," she said, waiting for a response as I tinkered with my new toy. This was so fucking sweet. She knew what I wanted before I even did. Holding a camera after all this time was surreal. "It's actually a better model," I told her, comforted by having a small piece of my old life returned to me.I slipped the strap of the camera around my neck and asked, "Will you be my model?" Then I picked her up and laid her down on the pillows. "I'm naked," she said, blushing shyly like I hadn't seen it all. "You

It was four months into being away from New York. We had finally found our new normal. We spent the last two months backpacking through Europe, living our lives like this had been our choice instead of us being forced to go on the run. I had never been happier. It felt like being on an extended honeymoon. There were still fights, but we talked like we used to now. Checked in with each other every day. When we did fight, it was about who took out the trash last and when he was going to load the fucking dishwasher. When the sightseeing and death defying shit like paragliding and zip lining got old, we joined clubs and took dance classes, where we made friends. We didn't let people in, so they weren't close friendships, but spending time with other people again took some of the pressure of being on the run off. Most of the time, it was still just us though, drinking in every bit of romance, culture and cuisine that Europe had to offer. From hot springs, to beautiful

Was it selfish to not tell Scott about completing the dead man's switch sooner? Despite the circumstances, I needed the last four months away with him. To heal and reassemble the dead man's switch. To let Scott drown me in his love. Giving all that up was just so hard. "Did you call just to piss me off by scaring her?" Scott asked, fury evident in his voice. As we talked, Scott finished cleaning up the mess we made, pulled up his pants, then helped me put my panties on. He pulled me close, smiling at me reassuringly. The panic attacks were few and far in between these days, but that was because he was always near. His scent immediately calmed me down. "Or are you calling because you and Don Angelo stopped pretending to be besties and now you want the dead man's switch?" said Scott, taking the phone from me and calling Luca out. "Right on the money, Mr. Expert. I do want it. I want to bury Don Angelo. You know why, don't you Stacy?" s