All Chapters of His Mafia Princess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Scott — Protect Scott

We met Jeff at the same diner as last time as per his request. I wasn't happy about this, considering how things ended last time, but the situation had taken a drastic turn and these were desperate times. We had barely sat down when Jeff was out the gate, already on the offensive. "What will it take to get you to leave my son alone?" he asked, suddenly father of the fucking year. "Don't pull that shit. Don't pretend you care who I have in my life when you're not even in it," I said, unable to not be triggered by Jeff, even after promising myself that I'd keep it together for her. I already had Stacy saying I made her feel like we were a mistake going round and round in my head. Her saying those words was my worst fear come to life. Or at least what I thought was my worst fear, until I was once again faced with losing her. Did I spend six months making her feel unwanted? Unhappy? Miserable? The rest of th

Last Updated : 2025-07-07

Scott — Our first official date (1)

It was the night before the wedding and I was sitting on the couch watching TV alone, trying not to lose my shit. Everything hurt. It didn't help that Stacy had spent most of the last three days either with Tessa and Tony or making preparations for Jeff to receive the intel he needed to audit Don Angelo's favorite company. All while I was being babysat, courtesy of Stacy and Jeff. A squad car was parked out front. When I did go out, they followed. She said she was working on something with Tessa and Tony to strengthen her bluff, like that was enough to excuse her absence when she might be walking out of my life tomorrow. It already felt like she was gone. "Hey," she said into my ear, startling me. "I'm home. Want to hang out?" I was so in my own head, I didn't even hear her come through the door. I wanted to lash out, to bring up all the reasons why I didn't fucking want to be near her. After ghosting me for three days, she suddenly thought I was worth

Last Updated : 2025-07-08

Scott — Our first official date (2)

"Good night and good luck," they said together and the call ended. I had a few minutes to get it together before Stacy walked out of the bedroom in an olive green dress. It was my favorite thing on her. She wore it on our first unofficial date after we got together. I can't believe I'm now separating our dates into official and unofficial. Everything about us being whatever the fuck we were for the last six months was now triggering to me. "You look beautiful. You're always beautiful," I said, holding my hand out to her. "Thanks," she said, beaming at me as she took my hand in hers. I told her this was only happening if we could ditch the feds by going out through the fire escape and catching a cab, as I didn't feel like being stalked all night. After some reluctance, she agreed. She refused to give up the small show of intimacy of holding my hand, reclaiming it right after we got into the cab and then again when we got to the hotel

Last Updated : 2025-07-09

Scott — Our first official date (3)

Stacy mouthed see and I struggled not to go into stitches. Then she grabbed my hand again and squeezed hard, smiling sweetly up at the waitress while staring daggers at her. Instead of walking away from the crazy chick sitting across from me, as I no doubt would have done if it were anyone else, I indulged her. "You have huge jugs," I said to Stacy, looking her directly in the eyes. She squeezed my hand again, indicating that I wasn't done. "Your tits look amazing when you're braless," I said, feeling my ears reddening. Subtle, Scott. At least Stacy was pleased, beaming from ear to ear. The waitress, somewhat uncomfortable now, withdrew from the table, stood up straight and tried again, "Can I offer you anything to start with?" "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. "I'll have the lobster," I said looking up at her, still trying not to laugh, not sure if lobster was even on the menu. "Will that be

Last Updated : 2025-07-10

Scott — I love her (1)

For the first time in half an hour, I took her into my arms, my mind no longer plagued by thoughts of tomorrow. The buzz from the booze made it so that my head was full of her. How much I wanted her. How nothing else mattered. As my tongue moved around alongside hers, I slipped my hands behind her back to unhook her bra. Her mouth was reluctant at first, but drunk or not, she loved it when I touched her. Soon she was wrapping her arms and legs around me, moaning into my mouth, eagerly reciprocating. I picked her up out of the water and placed her on the edge of the jacuzzi. When I hooked my thumbs into her panties, she lifted her ass for me, letting me take them off. "Fuck, you're hauntingly beautiful," I said, my hands roaming up her thighs and belly, all the way up to her breasts. I grabbed her face and pulled her down to my lips in one final kiss before I looked up at her and told her the truth in my heart that I'd been running from for far too long.

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

Scott — I love her (2)

My heart along with the rest of my body was hers to do with as she pleased. Had she changed her mind? Did she not feel the same way about me anymore? Why the fuck was she crying? "About fucking time. I thought I was hearing things out there. I've been dying to hear it again," she said through sobs, before she raised her head and pressed her lips against mine, her body finally relaxing beneath me. Maybe this was the wrong thing to do right after saying I love you, but I was so relieved she still wanted to hear it come out of my mouth that I grabbed my dick and plunged deep into her waiting wet pussy. She let out a muffled moan into my mouth and I groaned alongside her. Fuck her pussy felt good to be inside again. Welcoming. Accepting. So damn wet and tight. "I love you so much, Stacy," I said, nuzzling and kissing her neck as I waited for her to adjust to the dick I'd just shoved into her.

Last Updated : 2025-07-12

Scott — Here's the plan (1)

Jeff wasn't quick to respond. He probably never wanted to have this conversation anymore than I did. It's this shameful thing he did, involved me in and we just don't talk about it. Not when it was happening all around me for months. Not when he moved out. Never. When he did finally speak, I immediately saw red. "Your mother and I—" he began. "Nope, try again. My mother wasn't in that laundry room or in your marital bed when you fucked Melissa in it. Don't you dare put sticking your dick in someone else on her," I said, figuring now was the time to return to the bedroom to put my shirt on. After putting my shirt on, I sat down on the bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket, knowing that I had probably bought precious seconds with that bombshell. Using Jeff's mistakes against him also meant bringing shit up for myself and I was going to pay for it later. But now wasn't the time to dwell on how this was g

Last Updated : 2025-07-12

Scott — here's the plan (3)

"Why are you wearing my suit?" I asked, urgency in my voice as I started unbuttoning the jacket. "You know what? No, because I just committed a felony for you. I get all the damn questions. What the fuck is going on?" Kenny whisper yelled, pulling the cap off his head. "Keep that on," I said, putting it back on his head and taking a deep breath before I got into it. "Abridged version. Jenny came back. She's marrying Luca today. Stacy's going to see her father at this thing. I need to be there because if I'm not, she might not come back to me." "That is rough and not what I expected. So many questions. Since when are Jenny and Luca a thing? I thought he was into Stacy. Why wouldn't Stacy come back if she's not marrying Luca? Also—" "Ken, no more questions. The suit. I need the suit," I interrupted him, acutely aware of our very small window of time as I took the jacket off for him. "Okay, no more question

Last Updated : 2025-07-13

Scott — Here's the plan (2)

I needed to be up close in his face to really set him off. His hands turned into fists and his face reddened with anger, but I could see him trying to regain control of himself. I had come too far. Too many emotions were rushing through me and honestly I felt a little high on power. "I'm not that man anymore," he said cautiously. "What I did to you, your sister and your mom was wrong and I'm —" Some part of me had been waiting years to hear him say it. Not even necessarily to me, but to my mom and Willow. Today wasn't going to be that day. Today I wanted one more moment with Stacy more than his lame ass apology. "Not six months after you walked out on us she became your wife, Jeff. What was the point when you're probably fucking around on her too?" I said with malice in my voice. That did it. He punched me, right in the face. In that moment, I felt so numb I didn't even register the pain. I envied hi

Last Updated : 2025-07-13

Stacy — The Cattaneo wedding (1)

I sat myself down on a pew in the middle of the church. By now Don Angelo knew about the FBI auditing grandpa's company. The company in question was the closest Don Angelo ever got to going straight, when it was left to him in his father's will. My father wasn't a sentimental man, but it being the last thing his father gave to him made it special. So much so that he even kept it legit for a few years after it was bequeathed to him. Just like everything he touched though, it eventually became just another front for illegal activity. Still, to this day, it carries a special place in his stone cold heart. After a move like giving that to the FBI, he was going to find me no matter where I went. So I opted to make things easier on us both and put myself out in the open so he could find me easily. "Cute little trick, sending the feds to my doorstep," said Don Angelo, sitting down next to me ten whole minutes after I had put myself out there.

Last Updated : 2025-07-14

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