Mafia Love (The Accidental Mafia Queen Book 3)

by Khardine Gray

  “It wasn’t that they got on the premises without being seen. They just knew when to come,” Claudius pointed out, pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of me.

  “Fuck, who the fuck is it? It must be the phones or something.”

  Claudius shook his head. “No, we had the associate from the CIA look into it earlier. Luc, there’s no trace of anything like that. He said there’s always something normally undetectable to the standard equipment the police and the feds use but not the CIA. They found nothing. So…”

  “It was actually someone who was here.” My heart sank at the thought. “I need you to question the house staff.”

  “Already ahead of you, brother.” He straightened and focused more keenly on me. “The butler and the housekeeper.”

  God, I didn’t want to venture down that path, and that was why I was leaving Claudius here. He had the balls it took to take you down if needed. No questions, no in-between, no gray area. It was what it was. A traitor was a traitor.

  “The butler and the housekeeper.” I repeated.

  “If its them, they’re dead.”

  I didn’t know the butler all that well, but Millicent was… she’d been part of the family forever. She’d told me yesterday that she’d looked after Amelia since birth. She was the next best thing to my father in the chain of command. Kept Amelia secret, too, from all of us. The same way Dad had. All those long years of serving Raphael, and neither had let on to anyone that Amelia even existed.

  It couldn’t be Millicent. I really didn’t think it was.

  “Yes, I get it.”

  “Do you? Because you look like you don’t.” Claudius narrowed his eyes.

  “I get it,” I said with more emphasis.

  “Whoever it is started this war, Lucian. We lost a lot of men because of greed and selfishness. Whoever it is, is dead to me. No chances, no excuses. I just wish I were joining you on the battlefield.”

  “I need you here because I can’t be here. I need to be actively doing something. Looking for Victor, looking for Tag. There’s no one else I trust more than you.”

  “Means a lot.” He tipped his head in reverence and his long hair swayed about his shoulders. “What about the diamonds? I’m not sure if you should abandon the plan to get them. You didn’t mention it, so I’m assuming they’re at the bottom of the list.”

  “I think we need to up the game and take down Tag and Victor. Take away the elements, which are the things they want, and hit them hard.” It was a good plan because if we were successful, it would eliminate the threat. Simple. “It got dangerous when they were able to just come here, walk onto the grounds like they were walking in the park. It’s fucked up. We need to focus.”

  “Alright, watch your back, Lucian.” He cocked his head to the side and drew in a deep breath.

  Watch my back? Sure, I wished it was just my back I had to worry about. My mouth felt dry and my throat constricted. It was time to get serious.

  Time to go. I wanted a head start.

  I sighed and moved toward the door.

  “Lucian, you need to rest.” His words stopped me.

  I turned back to face him. “I can’t. I can’t rest.”

  “You need to. You need to go rest and be with your woman for tonight. I’ll go out and patrol the old district and be back in the morning, then you can take over.”

  “Claudius, I—”

  “No,” he cut me off and rose to stand. “No. You’re boss, but I’m your older brother.”

  I chuckled. “You know if I wanted to go, you couldn’t stop me?”

  “I could, but you wouldn’t like the way I did it.” He grinned.

  I sighed. I guess I was exhausted, and being with Amelia was good for me right now.

  “Shoot my legs off?”

  “Something like that. At least your girl will love you no matter if you have legs or not.” He came closer and rested a hand on my shoulder. “Go, be with her. Tomorrow, I’ll make sure the boys and I guard her with our lives.”

  “Thank you.”

  “No thanks needed. Boss.”

  I was reminded of how annoyed he’d been when Raphael chose me and not him. He moved past me and went through the door.

  I then headed back upstairs to Amelia’s room.

  I expected her to be sleeping, but she was sitting up on the bed wide awake.

  Chapter 4

  Luc

  “I thought you were sleeping,” I moved to sit next to her on the bed.

  Amelia hugged her knees to her chest. The motion caused the delicate straps of her negligee to slip down her shoulders.

  “I was,” she replied, voice faint and weary. “I just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. There were voices in the house, strange people… just like before.”

  “Before?” I didn’t know what she meant.

  “The night my mother died. My father’s men came here. It was the first time I saw what we were… Not normal.” She looked troubled.

  “Amelia—” She stopped me with a kiss. She moved so quickly to my lips that I didn’t even register what she was doing.

  I was about to launch into my strength pep talk from earlier, but the kiss robbed me of my thoughts.

  She moved and shuffled so that she was in my lap, then those long golden legs wrapped around me as she straddled me.

  I kissed her back with the same passion she fed me, indulging in her hot, wet mouth, indulging in the taste of her.

  Indulging in her and all that made this woman mine.

  “Luc, make love to me.” Her whisper was like a feather-soft caress on my lips. “I want it like how it was before, when we were just wild and free and indulged in each other.”

  “Here?” I was very aware that this was her bedroom and Raphael was nearby. “You sure we won’t give your father a heart attack?” I didn’t know where the strength came from to chuckle, but I did.

  She moved back and gave me a sassy look that oozed seduction. When she reached for the hem of that already sexy-as-hell negligee and pulled the thing over her head to unveil her beautiful naked body, my heart stilled and my cock instantly hardened.

  The vision of her sexiness was enhanced when she loosened the band holding her hair up in a ponytail and that gorgeous mass of hair tumbled down her shoulders and over her fully rounded breasts. My eyes zeroed in on her taut strawberry-pink nipples begging to be sucked.

  “You can touch me if you want to Lucian. I swear my dad won’t come in here. His room’s several doors down.” She smiled as I continued to stare. “You’re looking at me like it’s the first time you’ve seen me naked.”

  “It’s always like the first time, and yes, I will touch you.” I absolutely fucking would. “Lie down and open your legs. I want to make you feel good. Make you forget everything.”

  She did as I asked, resting back against the stack of pillows and opening her legs.

  She was a beautiful, sexy sight and all mine for the taking. The pretty little pink thong she wore just enhanced the vision of her.

  Her wearing nothing but that, hair sprawled out around her and that golden skin stark against the pink lace.

  I backed off my jacket and took hold of her tiny waist as I moved onto the bed. In that instant, I got sucked into the temptation of her, and I was the one who forgot everything. Damn, I forgot it all. Where we were, who we were, what we were.

  I was just Luc, the man who wanted her to be mine, and I hoped like hell she just felt like Amelia. My goddess.

  I lowered my head to take her right nipple into my mouth, and she arched into me, throwing her head back as she pressed the ample flesh of her breast against my face. Her desperate moan of ecstasy made me suck harder and take more of her breast into my mouth. As much as I could get so that I could please her.

  “Luc…” came her jagged breath. I had to look up at her and smile, loving the sight of what I did to her unfold itself on me.

  I moved to the neglected breast and took the desperate nipple in when sh
e inched her head back up to gaze at me.

  She watched me as I sucked and ran her hand through my hair, encouraging me to stay.

  I stayed for as long as I could, ravishing the delicacy of her beauty. I would have stayed forever, but that would mean me finishing in my pants just from listening to the moans of pleasure that slipped from between her lips.

  I pulled back and trailed kisses all along the valley of her delicious mounds, down to the delicate dragonfly and butterfly tattoo on her left hip, across the flat of her toned stomach, and down to the fine bone structure of her pelvis.

  With a wicked smile, I moved the lace fabric of her panties away and turned my smile up a notch when I saw the sweet honey nectar from her pretty pussy. She was wet and ready for me.

  But I wouldn’t take her yet. Not yet.

  She gasped when I tore away the thong, ripping it off her. I didn’t want to spare the seconds it would take to slide them down her legs. I wanted them gone now. Then I dove straight in, face buried between her thighs. She writhed beneath the firm grasp I had on her hips when I pushed my tongue into her pussy. Licking and sucking, I teased the hard nub of her clit and drank the sweet nectar that flowed from her, desperate for more. And more.

  Her thighs tensed, and her moans became more labored. I reached up for her breasts and was satisfied when I felt how hard her nipples were. It meant she was close to orgasm. The second confirmation I could see when I glanced down at her feet was her pretty little pink toes curling into the satin sheets.

  “I’m coming, Luc,” she hummed.

  “Not yet, goddess.” That was new. I’d never said that to her before.

  A bewildered look crossed her face. “Ughhh… ahhhhh. Luc, I have to.”

  “Hold it. Come when I say.” With another smile, I stroked her in long, teasing strokes and relished in the desperation that brimmed in her beautiful eyes.

  “Please, I have to.”

  “No, amore mio, you never have to beg me. Just trust me when I say you’ll enjoy it more this way.”

  She sucked in a breath and held on to my shoulder, squeezing down hard with her fingers pressing into my skin through the cotton of my shirt.

  Lowering my head again, I continued to incite the pleasure I wanted to give her. My tongue once again pushed into her core, but instead of the wildness I’d first exhibited, I licked her in short, precise strokes. That made her squirm, like I’d hoped, and when I had her right where I wanted her, I moved away and placed two fingers inside her, moving in and out the same way I would with my cock.

  The shocked look on her face turned me on even more. Before she could get over that, I moved back to her breast and sucked hard. Fucking her with my fingers and tasting her delicious breasts, both of them, alternating from one to the other. It was fucking amazing.

  When I felt like she couldn’t handle any more, I decided to release her from the pleasure-filled torture.

  I moved up to her lips and brushed my mouth over hers. “Come for me, goddess.”

  Her eyes that had been squeezed tight flew open, and she sucked in a deep sharp breath but released it on a ragged breath and moaned into her glorious orgasm.

  “Luc…” she cried out, and I was so glad that Raphael was a few doors down. I seriously hoped he didn’t hear that. Maybe he did. Maybe the others did too, but fuck it. I didn’t care.

  What I cared about was having her in this moment of raw passion and succumbing to the will and hold it had on us. Whoever the fuck heard wouldn’t be dumb enough to come in here and disturb us, Raphael included. He’d wanted me to win his daughter’s heart, and I had. I had and lost my heart to her too.

  I lost my heart and my soul to her.

  “Good girl.” My fingers were soaked with her heavenly juices, which I moved up to my mouth to taste, then I leaned back down to her core so I could drink the rest.

  Her skin felt hot, and I was almost buzzing with the energy I sensed from her.

  Light fingers fluttered over my face, and I returned my gaze to hers to see her smiling.

  “You’re the devil,” she cooed.

  “Yes… I am.” I meant that in more ways than one. I was the devil for her, the devil that turned her to my dark world of crime and blood for blood.

  But she was the queen of my heart and soul. I bent only to her will.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I reminded her.

  “Take me,” she cooed on a wild breath and with lust in her eyes.

  “I plan to.” I shrugged out of my clothes and tossed them to the corner of the room, then I flipped her over, so that she was on her hands and knees with her beautiful, firm ass pushed out for me to take.

  Her hair fell forward over her angelic face, turning up the sexiness of her. Unable to tamp down my need to be inside her, I guided my cock to her entrance and thrust right inside. Her knees wobbled from the impact, and the tightness of her pretty pussy almost made me come right there. Just from that one thrust.

  She moaned out loud again, and I caught sight of us in the corner of her long standing mirrors. The sight was purely erotic and hot with her massive tits bobbling in front of her as I started a slow pump, then sped up. I grabbed her hips and increased my pace before I held it, staying in that rhythm we both loved.

  Fire licked at my skin in wild, hot flames of desire and passion. Her skin felt hot to touch too, just like before but hotter. She was already moaning loud, but my increased pace and pounding made her cry out even more.

  When I started rutting into her like an animal, we both started moaning.

  That was when I verged on the precipice of my own release.

  “Amelia, I’m going to fuck you hard.” Hard just the way she liked it.

  Fucking hell, this time felt different to any other time. Make love, have sex, fuck. This was everything and something else on its own.

  She winced and moaned, grasping for the sheets and panting.

  Passion seized me and took control of my body, taking her too. We couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t want to. My release exploded from me on a hot, virile eruption. Filling me with the flames of fire that licked over my skin.

  She came again too, and the walls of her core grabbed me tight, milking me dry, draining me inside her.

  We both collapsed in a hot sexual heap, breathing hard from the wildness of our love making.

  I pulled her against my chest, holding her tight, holding her to me where I wanted to keep her forever.

  I wished I could.

  I had her two more times before we fell asleep. Drunk on love. I held her in my arms, and we stayed that way.

  When morning broke, reality came with it, and I knew I had to leave. I just didn’t want to yet.

  Not yet.

  Not… yet.

  She didn’t even know the plan, and I didn’t want to tell her yet.

  Those feather-soft fingers fluttered over my forearm, rubbing along the edge where fine hairs covered the surface of my skin. She lingered on the Japanese character for earth I had tattooed on the crook of my elbow.

  “Morning,” she cooed, twisting around to face me.

  I moved down to kiss her and rubbed my finger over her breast to play with her right nipple.

  “Morning, baby. Did you have a nice sleep?”

  “I did. I dreamt we were in Italy, at the villa.”

  I smiled at the thought. Yes. What a good thought. I’d always talked about that villa, and in one of my dreams, she lay naked in the sea of gardenias in the front garden. She lay there under the moonlight in all her glory and beauty.

  “Were you naked in the garden of gardenia’s?” I chuckled.

  “No, but they were there. I was sitting in the grass watching you.”

  “What was I doing?” I loved the radiance of the sun washing over her, picking out the lighter brown parts of her eyes.

  “Walking toward me with a bonsai tree. Butterflies surrounded you. Pink ones like the ones that live in Italy.”

  I cupp
ed her face, feeling my heart swell. “It will happen.”

  When we first met, I’d introduced her to my love of flowers and gardening. I had a bonsai tree I’d had for years. I was dumb when I took it to LA and stupid to surround the thing with butterflies. That whole setup must have withered away by now. I hadn’t seen my plant in over a month.

  It was so stupid to think of such a thing now. Maybe I’d be lucky enough to make it through all this craziness and become the gardener, and she the dancer.

  It seemed like a dream because if I knew anything, it was that this was another quiet before the storm. The last few weeks were part of the game. Part of Victor’s game.

  I didn’t know Tag, but I knew enough from what I’d seen over the last few weeks to know he was probably crazier than Victor.

  “I wished I’d known you when I was last here.” Her voice broke into my thoughts.

  I chuckled at that. “Amelia, in case you didn’t notice, I’m five years older than you. Your father would have killed me himself if he’d caught me sniffing around you. You were seventeen.”

  “So?”

  “I would have been twenty-two and asking for my ass to end up dead or in prison.”

  “Would that stop you?” A sexy smile filled her face because she knew my answer.

  “No.”

  “We could have seen each other in secret. I was a few weeks away from my eighteenth birthday when I left.”

  She was a few weeks away from her birthday again.

  “I would have been your first. I would have made love to you for your birthday.”

  “I wish,” she breathed.

  She held my gaze, and we both seemed to know that while this talk was nice, we’d have to get up and break out of this bubble of passion we’d created.

  “Amelia…” I smoothed my hands under her chin.

  “I know… you have to go… or something. I don’t know what’s going on, but I can see in your eyes that you’re leaving.”

  “Claudius will stay here with his men.”

  “Why can’t you stay?” She frowned and a grimace pulled at the corners of her delicate mouth.

  “I need to search. I need to do something. I know how Victor works, and I have a few hunches about where I may find intel on him. Claudius will take care of you. You and Raphael.”