Semua Bab His Mafia Princess : Bab 51 - Bab 60

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

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

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.

"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

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.