Semua Bab The Mafia Princess: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The whole drive to the shopping center, GreenLee was quiet. She stared out the window, lost in thought. A few minutes from the Plaza, I couldn’t take it anymore—I needed to touch her. I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh. She looked at me and smiled.God, that smile. It takes all the pain away.“What are you thinking about, bambina?”“If your family will approve of me.”“They’ll love you. You’re strong, beautiful, independent.”She giggled, shaking her head.“What’s so funny?” I asked, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.“You say all the right things. I just hope you mean them.”“I do, bambina.” She gave me a concerned look.“I’ll never lie to you, GreenLee.” I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.“I want to believe you. I do. It’s just…”“What, sweetheart?”“Trust doesn’t come easy for me.”“I understand. And I’ll do whatever it takes to earn yours.”“Okay.” She sighed and turned back to the window.She’s holding back. I don’t like it. I want her to be open with me—not

It’s been three days since everything came out. GreenLee’s not thrilled about the lockdown, but it’s for her safety. I try to keep her distracted—my tongue does its best work—but there’s only so much I can do. Don’t get me wrong, she tastes divine, but my blue balls are screaming. And when she said we wouldn’t be getting married until September? Fuck. Why did I agree to no sex until the wedding?Blow jobs and hand jobs are great, but I need to be buried deep inside her. Soon.“Bro, you good? You seem off.”“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I shake my head. We’re waiting on Sal’s lawyers, trying to get everything that’ll be GreenLee’s transferred—some in her name, some in mine. The clubs stay hers. She built them. The shell companies? Mine. I don’t want her name tied to anything shady if shit hits the fan.I want this all squared away before we head back to Italy next week. It’s tricky with GreenLee still in school, but if we get everything prepped, she just has to sign.“Sal, any word from I

I cannot help but smile as I wake up remembering what happened last night. It was better than I thought it would ever be. I still cannot believe that I let him be so rough and talk that way to me, but I liked it. I also cannot believe we had our second round in the tub; Sam would be so proud. Not that I would go into complete detail with her, just the general info.I turn in Luca's arms to face him; he looks so peaceful and at ease. I reached up and brushed some of his hair out of his face. He starts to stir under my touch and his grip on me tightens. I have to bite my lip to hold in the squeal. I hold still while he settles back, smirking as an idea pop into my head. I slid my hand down his bare chest, when did he take his shirt off? Anyways, I crest every muscle on my way down, I pause at the band of his pants, wait shit those are his boxers, when did he take off his sweats? Just as I am about to slide my hand into his boxers, I jump when he grabs my wrist."As much as I'm enjoying

After dropping GreenLee off at school, I decided to call my mother while driving back to the house. I was still pissed that Lina used my mother to stir up drama between me and my girl. I dialed the house phone—no way I could trust that Lina hadn’t handed Mamma her cell back.“Sí?” Papa answered. He must’ve been in his study.“Papa, is Mamma around? I need to speak to her.”“Sí, she just walked in.”“Good. Put me on speaker—I want you to hear this too.”“Is everything okay, son? You sound off.”“Yes and no. I just need to speak to Mamma.”“I’m here. What’s going on, Luca?” my mother asked. “Is GreenLee and Gio okay?”“Yes, Mamma. Your baby boy is fine. And GreenLee... she had a rough morning thanks to Lina.”“Lina? How did she get to our girl—and why?”“She used your cell to call me. GreenLee answered because we thought it was you.”“Oh dear. Lina lied to me earlier. She came to pick up your sister and said she’d lost her phone. Asked to use mine to call and check if it was at the hous

I have her in my arms, and I’m never letting go. God, I sound like a damn softie. What the hell is wrong with me? Even though I’m relieved—grateful—that we found them alive and mostly untouched, part of me is still seething. All I can think about is what I’m going to do to Ivan when we get him back to the warehouse.But first—I need eyes on him. I need to see him, to know this is truly over.As we walk back to Monty’s side of the warehouse, I spot the Metro team we sent after him. From where I’m standing, I want to shoot them all. Their faces say it before their mouths do.“They didn’t get him?” GreenLee whispers. It’s more to herself than anyone else. She knows this isn’t over. And I hate that I failed her.I stop and turn her toward me, lifting her chin so she’s looking into my eyes. She needs to hear this—and believe it.“We will find him and end him, Bambina. I promise you. But right now, we need to focus on getting you and Sam to safety.”“I know you’ll find him. I’m just angry a