Periods and Sailor Rabbits

ElleThere's a saying that goes life doesn't always give you what you want but what you need.Well, I say fuck that.After my chat with Ava, I decided to tell Aaron how I felt.I had this brilliant idea to make dinner and tell him how I felt while we were eating. It was supposed to be perfect. Romantic even.But that never happened because when I woke up this morning, not only was I unable to get out of bed, but there was a massive bloodstain the size of Texas on the bed.It didn't take me long to figure out who had come to visit.Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that's right, Aunt Flo was here, and she was pissed.So fucking pissed, in fact, that she was willing to wreck me from the inside.Luckily, Maureen was able to help me change the sheets and provide me with a heating pad while Aaron was away.What would I ever do without her?"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to call Mr O' Sullivan for you?"Maureen asks as soon as she's about to leave, worry lining her expression.Aaron was at wor

Violations And Surprise Visits

AaronHere's a fun fact about me,Paperwork is my personal hell.Everyone thinks that just because I'm a mob boss, I don't have to do it, but that is a completely false narrative pushed on by shitty TV shows and The Godfather.The mob is an organised crime syndicate.Emphasis on organised.And like many organised crime syndicates, you don’t get to the top by just doing the exciting stuff all the time. You get there by doing the boring stuff too. Tracking shipments, making sure money moves cleaner than the hands that earned it and many more duties that I'd much rather drink arsenic than do.Every deal, every property, every “investment” needs my signature to get approved. Each transfer sent to our offshore accounts or Shell companies has to first pass through my table before seeing the light of day.I flip a page of one of the files on my table, my jaw tightening as the smell of stale ink filters up my nose. My desk is crowded with mountains of files. Tax documents. Insurance policies

Confessions

ElleTwo things cross my mind as I watch Ivy wipe the corner of her mouth with one perfectly manicured finger.The first is more tame, and doesn't involve the ninety-five ways I imagine murdering her in the second. I simply wonder why she chose that shade of lipstick to wear, and all the ways I can peel it off her lips with the box cutter sitting on Aaron's table."Well, if this isn't a lovely surprise," Ivy smirks.Aaron sprints to his feet, lips parted as if to offer up an explanation, maybe one along the lines of 'it's not what it looks like' or 'I can explain' but I'm too pissed right now to even listen to him so before he can get within an inch of me, I raise a hand, stopping him in his tracks Ivy readjusts her stance, folding her hands across her chest as her lips curl into a satisfied smirk."You both have five seconds to tell me exactly what's going on," I demand."Isn't it obvious? Aaron and I were busy. That is, before you interrupted us.""That is not true." Aaron says, de

Being Good

Aaron.The kiss starts slow; at first, my lips on hers gently pry them apart, making sure she knows how easily her words have struck a match in my soul.But then she lets out a soft sound against my mouth, and every good intention I had about keeping this soft and sweet goes straight out the window.My hand tightens at her waist, pulling her closer until there's barely an inch left between our bodies, and I can feel every point where her soft curves glide against my chest.Fuck me.I've missed this. Her. Us.My fingers sink into her hair, massaging her skull as I work my lips over hers, kissing her deeper, harder.Another soft moan escapes her, and my heart lurches when she rises on her toes, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me closer, kissing me back with just as much passion.I rip my lips away just as her tongue sweeps into my mouth and drop my head against the crook of her shoulder."Aaron," she says, sounding disappointed, "What's wrong?"I shake my head, "Nothing." "The

Authors Note And Return Update

Hi everybody I’m sure you’ve all been wondering what’s going on and why there hasn’t been an update in two weeks.Well, to explain that I’ll have to go back to the very beginning. For those who don’t know I moved to a new city and it’s been really difficult adjusting. I also got a new job and I’ve been trying to set everything up as well as get used to my new life.To be honest, the break was unplanned.I’ve been so busy that each time I come home I go straight to bed without bothering to write or edit any of the chapters I already have. Fortunately I think I’ve balanced my schedule because I’ve started writing again so updates will resume this week. I’m going to make it a triple update so hopefully that goes with my apology.I’m sorry for unintentionally keeping you waiting. Thank you once again for sticking around ❤️Ethel

All Chapters of Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Periods and Sailor Rabbits

Violations And Surprise Visits

Confessions

Being Good

Authors Note And Return Update