Semua Bab His Mafia Princess : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Once I got into the bedroom, I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it. Much as I would have liked to say otherwise, my mother had gotten into my head again. She was right. I was too much like Don Angelo to make a real go of a life outside of the mafia. Jenny got out early. She still had a chance. The right thing to do, the only thing to do, was save her. Stop trying so damn hard. Sooner or later, Don Angelo would find a way around the dead man's switch anyway. It had been a stupid idea to begin with. It wasn't enough to protect Jenny. I probably couldn't protect Scott either. Or Kenny or Willow or Scott's mom. Why hadn't I sent everything that I had on Don Angelo to the authorities when Jenny went missing? That wasn't smart. It was the one card I had to play and it wouldn't have stopped someone like Joey from going after Jenny. No, that wasn't it. I wasn't brave enough to go toe to toe with my father. Sooner or later, he would figure that out, if he hadn't already. He was toyi

I love you.I have had a few women say it to me. One or two even actually meant it or at least believed they did. The rest were just obsessed with our relationship not having progressed into sex after a few weeks of dating and wanted to give me a reason to fuck them, which I did. Because I'd have done anything to avoid having to say I love you back to the wrong woman. Inevitably I would piss her off in some way or another and she would end it or I'd just get bored and end it myself.But that wasn't Stacy Kendrick. She did shit like buy plants for my place. Come over every day to water them herself. Keep expensive ice cream in my freezer. Have a drawer in my room. All of that was long before the sex.Even after the sex though, she stuck around. Despite me being unable to commit to a real relationship, which was evidently the bullshit I told myself so I wouldn't get too attached. Well, joke's on me. I pretty much ended up in a relationship anyway.The perfect relations

"What's up, Stace? Need me to drive you somewhere?" I asked, now right behind her, a lump in my throat, fighting to contain my first heartbreak since my dad left home."Touch me, Scott," she said, reaching out behind her, waiting for me to take her hands.I took a deep breath and moved closer to her, taking her hands in mine, willing myself not to cry. Her touch was as intoxicating as ever. She yanked me forward until only the clothes we were wearing separated us."Hold me," she insisted, still sobbing, wrapping my arms around her waist, her hands overlapping mine."Stacy," was all I could get out, before my hand was pulling her shirt aside and I was kissing her shoulder.She turned around quickly, taking shallow breaths, pulling me close. Her hands slid up my back and onto my shoulders as she attacked my mouth with her own. I backed her up against the dresser, picked her up and placed her on it. Her back hit the mirror behind her as we kissed like it was the fir

Kenny would say things like this to me all the time, but hearing a stranger pick up on my feelings for Scott just from a few photographs long before I knew about them had me once again looking at our whole friendship differently. Fuck we were dense. For the first time in my life, I felt grateful to Don Angelo. If he didn't force me into an unwanted engagement, we might never have gotten together. I went to sit next to Jenny and waited for her to continue, but she seemed to be struggling to start. Only a boy could have a Luciano woman this tongue tied. "Who is Peter?" I asked, trying to get her started. "My Scott," she said, a tear dropping on her cheek. In true Luciano fashion, she wiped it away immediately. "He was a florist. We met when I walked into his flower shop. I was there buying flowers for another man. Fucking innocent smile. He got straight to the point. Told me I was gorgeous and that he just had to take me out. Threatene

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 gone. "Not now. I have somewhere to be," I said, trying to hide my distress. "I'll drive," he said, fishing his keys out of his pocket. There was no time to argue with him. I got into the car next to him and let him drive. Not a single doubt remained in my mind. I didn't even try to keep looking on my laptop, because I knew I wouldn't find it. I was hacked. At a coffee shop. On campus. Doesn't matter where. At some point, I had my defenses down long enough for Don Angelo to get someone to hack my cloud.