Bad Princess: A Mafia Romance

by N. E. Henderson

  “He’s not getting a goddamn thing from you. That I can assure you.”

  My attention snaps up to Matteo pulling out the chair to my right and proceeding to plop his ass down.

  “I’m sorry, can we help you?” Nico asks, confusion marring his face.

  “Yes, actually,” Matteo states. “You can vacate the seat you’re sitting in next to my date, and then you can leave.” He leans forward, steepling his palms together with his elbows on the table, eyeing Nico.

  “Your date?” Nico starts to laugh. “I’m pretty sure—”

  “Let me stop you right there. If you don’t leave right now, tonight isn’t going to end well for you. I’m not in a friendly mood, seeing as I’m finding another man with my woman.”

  “I thought you said you weren’t seeing anyone. Isn’t that what you told me on the way here.” Nico turns to face me, expecting an answer, but I’m bored with him and pissed off at my father, so I cross my arms over my chest.

  “It’s complicated and doesn’t concern you,” Matteo says.

  “Maybe it doesn’t concern you either, Matteo,” I chime in.

  “Matteo,” Nico echoes his name, only slower.

  “Baby, everything about you concerns me. And finding you here with him isn’t going to end well for you either. You’re going to pay for this bullshit.”

  Nico’s eyes grow wide with recognition. “You’re Matteo De Salvo, aren’t you?”

  “Good. You know who I am, and I’m sure you now realize what I’m capable of.” There’s a pause where no one is saying a word. “Yet you’re still sitting in the chair I told you to vacate. Are you trying to push me further than I already am? Trust me, you won’t like the results. Leave.”

  “I don’t think—”

  “I don’t care what you think. Leave before I cause a scene and ruin the night of everyone in here—especially yours. I don’t know you and you don’t want to know me. Am I making myself clear?”

  Nico pushes his chair back and stands. Looking down at me, he says, “Sienna, it was a pleasure doing business with you, but I’m going to head back to Miami where physical harm isn’t within arm’s reach. You have a good night.”

  Matteo and I stare at one another as Nico leaves, succumbing to Matteo’s demands. I don’t know how long our gaze stays locked; could have been seconds or minutes, but the moment ends when the waitress chimes in. “Did the other gentleman leave?”

  There’s worry in her tone like she’s scared she isn’t going to be paid. I’m sure she isn’t used to the woman paying very often, but when I go to retrieve my wallet from my purse, Matteo whips out a credit card, handing it to her. “I got it covered, sweetheart.”

  “Thank . . . you,” she says, pulling the plastic from his fingers and leaving us.

  “Are you done eating or do you want to finish that?” Matteo asks, his head nodding at my plate.

  “I’m done.” The meal was good, but the company wasn’t with whom I wanted to share the evening with, and that fact irritates me.

  “Good.” Reaching in front of me, Matteo grabs my plate and places it down in front of him. “I’m starving. I’m supposed to be eating right now, but my date ditched me.” He scoops creamy pasta onto the fork and then shovels it in his mouth as he eyes me, the fire returning in his stare.

  I grab my glass of water, taking a sip. The ice has all but melted, leaving a few cubes, but it’s still cold enough that it cools down my dry throat.

  “You have anything to say for yourself?”

  “You’re hot when you’re angry.” I didn’t really want that to come out of my mouth, but it’s the truth, so I didn’t stop the words. His scowl and the heat in his stare dissipate, being replaced with the cocky smirk I’ve come to be familiar with.

  When his phone rings he pulls it out of his pocket, glances at the caller and then silences it, before placing it on the table and returns to polishing off my dinner. It’s not even a minute later before it’s ringing again, but Matteo does the same thing, silencing it without answering. “Food too important not to answer?”

  “I’m on a date with you. It would be rude of me to answer. Besides, I don’t recognize the number and it’s not one I have saved in my contacts, so the person must not matter that much,” he tells me at the same time my phone rings. Looking at the screen, I pick it up, answering it when I see it’s my dad.

  “I’m so mad at you,” I tell him instead of greeting him.

  “Hand the phone to Matteo,” he demands, ignoring my comment.

  “How do you even know he’s here? Are you spying on me, or did your new business associate call and tattle?”

  I’m pissed off over the contract being signed without my involvement, and he needs to know this. “Put De Salvo on the damn phone already. I’m not dealing with your attitude tonight.”

  “It’s for you.” I hold out my arm, shoving the phone in Matteo’s direction. Did my father tell him where I was? He had to have, otherwise how would Matteo have known where to find me?

  Fuck this shit.

  Chapter 32

  MATTEO

  Taking her phone, I raise it to my ear, watching Sienna’s anger flare.

  “Is my daughter okay?” I ask, knowing it’s Tony based on Sienna’s interaction with the caller.

  “Do kids today not know proper phone etiquette? Brooklyn is fine. I filled her belly with cake and ice cream and soda. She’s bouncing off the walls and ready for you.”

  Sienna stands, her chair sliding back like she’s about to bolt when I clasp my left hand around her wrist. “I’m on a date, so you’ll have to deal with that shit. Besides, Brooklyn hates soda,” I tell him, calling him out on his bullshit.

  The waitress appears, sliding the pad with the check and my card on the table. She takes one look at the situation and quickly leaves. Holding Sienna with one hand as she attempts to yank free, I lift my shoulder to keep her phone in place as I write out the tip and sign the receipt.

  “You didn’t disappoint me, Matteo. I’m calling to let you know that you can proceed with this fucked-up date of yours, but have my daughter home by midnight or this time I will pull the trigger. And De Salvo, I have a lot of money riding on your fight in a few short weeks, so if you make me put a round in you then it will be multiple bullets.”

  “Got it. Have the bad princess home before curfew or you’ll pump me full of lead. Anything else?” Sienna yanks on her arm again, but this time I release her, and she almost falls backward. Standing, I grab her by the waist to steady her, but she snatches her phone from my ear and twists out of my hold.

  “Time’s up, Dad. Goodnight,” she barks, walking away from me. I follow but keep enough distance between us until we reach the elevator.

  She stops in front of the metal doors, her purse hanging from one shoulder with her arms wrapped around herself and her hands sliding up and down her bare arms. That dress she’s wearing barely covers anything, so I’m guessing she’s cold. After pressing the round button to bring the elevator car to us, I remove my suit jacket and place it over her shoulders as I pull her purse from her arm so that she can slide them inside.

  “Thanks,” she says, her voice soft with no anger lingering. The door slides open, and I wait for her to enter before following. Once in and the doors close, I hand her purse back.

  “You barely touched your food. Are you hungry?”

  “Yes,” she admits, and a ping of regret hits me.

  “Why did you let me eat all of your dinner? Was it not what you wanted, or is there another reason you didn’t eat, Si?”

  “What does it matter? Just take me home.” The elevator stops at the bottom, and as soon as the doors open, she scurries out.

  “I’m parked in the middle on the right,” I say, instructing her to head toward my Lexus. Pulling out my keys, I press the unlock button, seeing the taillights come to life in the fully lit parking garage. There are multiple restaurants in this building, and all of them must be busy tonight. There isn’t an open
parking spot in sight.

  When Sienna turns, making her way to the passenger side, I detour, following her. She goes to pull the door open, but I slam my palm against the upper panel, closing the few inches she had opened. She quickly pivots to face me, annoyance crossing her features as she folds her arms over her chest.

  “Why didn’t you eat?” I ask again. “Be honest.”

  “He wasn’t who I wanted to eat with. Happy?”

  “Immensely.” Grabbing her by the neck, I pull her forward until my lips smash together with hers, shocking her. She gasps, parting her lips, and I take full advantage, deepening our kiss as I back her against the metal of the car door, my front pressing to hers. Forcing my mouth an inch away, I say, “I meant what I said. I’m going to punish you for the shit you pulled tonight. Now tell me I can touch you.”

  “You’re already touching me.”

  Snatching her purse from her, I slam the massive thing on the hood of my SUV, then I fuse my body back against hers and move my free hand down to the hem of her tight dress, fisting the material.

  “Let me kiss you.”

  “You just did. You didn’t ask the first time. Why ask now?”

  “Baby,” I call, gliding my hand from her throat to cup her chin, then I proceed to slide my thumb back and forth across her pouty, swollen lips. “I like these lips a lot, and I do want more than my tongue inside this hot mouth, but that’s not the lips I’m asking to touch. Grant me permission, Sienna.” My words come out as a demand, but we both know it’s a plea. I’m begging her to let me touch more than her exposed flesh.

  I want her.

  I need her.

  Her breath hitches, coming out in pants as her chest rises, her cleavage becoming more pronounced with every inhale of air. Finally, she nods, answering my prayers. Not wasting a second, I yank her dress up to her waist and pull her black panties down her thighs.

  “Matteo,” Sienna’s voice rushes out. “We’re in public.” She’s wearing my large sports jacket, so even if someone saw us, they wouldn’t see much of her. They won’t see what I see.

  “I don’t give a fuck where we are. I need you right now, right here. Yes or no? But let me be clear. If I take you, you’re mine. That means no one else touches you with their mouth or takes you on dates except me, and no one enters your body but me while we’re seeing each other.” I eye her hard, making sure the full effect hits the mark. “This is not a line you cross with me. You use another man to make me jealous, he’s going to get hurt. Badly. Hospital, ICU fucking bad. Do you hear me, baby?”

  Looking to the side and then back to me, she nods her head, and I drop to my knees, the concrete biting hard. “Matteo, your pants are gonna—” I part her thighs and the moment my tongue touches her, I’m lost. “Oh, God.”

  I clamp one hand under her thigh, lifting her leg, while my other hand tightens around her calf so that her ankle doesn’t buckle in the high-as-fuck heels she’s wearing. I lick. I suck. I even bite, marking her as mine.

  Sienna’s fingers pull and tug on my hair. She claws my scalp and the side of my face, but I don’t care. I want to punish her. She deserves to be punished for what she did to me, but now that feels wrong. I want to make her come undone. I want to drive her as crazy as she drives me. I want to be the one that makes her soar and then catch her on the free fall down.

  “Ah. Ahh. Ahhh.” Her breaths increase as she pants like a cat in heat.

  I dive my tongue inside her pussy, fucking her good. Her juices drip into my mouth, and I swear I’ve never tasted anything this good before in my life. Pulling out, I flatten my tongue, running it upward until I’m at her clit. I swirl around the hardened nub a few times before I pull her clitoris through my teeth and suck until she’s grinding into me, trying to fuck my face as I eat her out.

  Sienna has no idea how hard I am or that I could easily come in my pants when she orgasms on my tongue. Her nails dig in and she pulls my head forward. I feel her coming just before she unleashes a scream of pleasure that could be heard in a mile radius.

  Slowing my rhythm, I push her thighs farther apart and lap at her entrance, wanting every drop of cum her body released—because this too is all mine and only mine.

  Looking up, her head is leaning back against the window and she is more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. This sight makes me want things with her I never imagined I’d find.

  I place her lifted leg on the ground, pull up her panties, and right her dress. Then I stand, running my hand from her center, over her dress, and up over her covered breasts until my hand is wrapped around her throat once more, applying the slightest amount of pressure. Her eyes are heavy, hazy. Leaning forward, I savor her lips this time, kissing her softly without the frenzied need from before.

  The need to fuck her is present now more than ever, but I want her in my bed, not up against my SUV in a dirty parking garage. Seeing as I have to have her home, that’s not going to happen tonight. If Tony didn’t have my daughter, I might have been willing to risk life threatening circumstances to get inside of her.

  “Come on, baby.” It takes effort to pull away from her. “Let’s get you in the vehicle. I need to feed you before I take you home to Daddy.”

  In her blissful state, she doesn’t come back at me with a snide comment. Instead, she lets me glide her inside. Once I grab her purse, I go to the other side and get in next to her.

  After I’m back over the bridge and headed in the direction of her house, I swing by Mario’s to grab her a slice of pizza for the road. By the time we got there, she was roused up and decided we were getting two large pies to go instead.

  After half an hour wait for them to be made we’re back on the road with the savory smelling pizzas on the backseat. I’m pushing it on the time, but I’m not going to let her go hungry.

  When we’re a few minutes from reaching her house, Sienna grabs the stapled papers I tossed on my dashboard two days ago. It’s a renewal contract with my manager that I was supposed to sign last month and never got around to it.

  “Nosy much?” I say when she starts reading it.

  She doesn’t answer, and every few seconds I glance over, seeing her brows pinched together. She flips the first page and continues reading in silence. There are at least ten pages to it, but it’s the same contract that I’ve signed for the last three years, only a few amendments.

  Turning into her long driveway, I park, shutting off the vehicle, but before I can wrench the door open, she finally pipes up. “You aren’t seriously considering signing this agreement, are you?”

  “Of course, I am. Why else would I have it? It’s nothing, Si. It’s my contract with my manager. That’s it.”

  “No. This is stupidity if you put your name on it, Matteo,” she says, my name coming out in a way that could give my mother’s scowling a run for her money. “Tell me this is not what you’ve been paying him. He doesn’t seriously get forty percent from every fight you win and twenty if you lose, does he?”

  “Hell no,” I say. “I told you it’s just—”

  “He’s fucking you is what this is, Matteo,” she interrupts.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” The second the sentence is out of my mouth I realize I’m the one that’s fucked up. Anger flares behind her brown eyes. Instead of bitching me out, she flings her door open and exits the SUV as if she’s on a mission, her legs power walking.

  Getting out, I grab the two boxes from the backseat and jog to catch up. I’m taking the steps two at a time by the time she is walking through the front door.

  “Daddy,” Sienna barks out, marching toward him. Shoving the papers against his chest, she says, “Tell him he’s a dumb fuck if he signs this bullshit.”

  Whipping around, she steps to me, snatches the boxes of pizza from my hands, and stalks up the stairs, disappearing down the hallway on the left.

  “Do you think I could have that back?” Tony glances up, but no words leave his mouth. Flipping the pages, the same as Sien
na did, he reads in silence. “How about you just tell me where Brooklyn is and we’ll get out of your house.”

  It’s not like I can’t print another copy. The email is still sitting in my inbox from when Jimmy sent it to me a week ago since I never dropped by his office to sign it.

  “You are a dumb fuck.” Tony’s arm lifts, the pages waving in his hand. “And this disappoints me, Matteo.” He proceeds in ripping the pages in half and then tears them up further. “You aren’t signing this shit.”

  “Okay.” I nod my head like I’m agreeing with him even though we both know I don’t give two shits what he just did. “My kid.”

  “She’s asleep. Leave her that way. Now take your dumb ass to my office so that I can explain how your now ex-manager was planning to rip you off. I’m guessing Sienna tried to do that and you wouldn’t listen—also, dumb as fuck on your part.” When I don’t move, his spine straightens, irritation and anger forming right in front of me. “Now, Matteo, before I go find this motherfucker and the night ends with him on the way to the mortuary.”

  “Fucking hell, you people.” I shake my head as I follow his command, when really, all I want to do is grab my kid and hightail it out of here.

  Jimmy wouldn’t screw me. He doesn’t have the balls.

  Chapter 33

  SIENNA

  He’s the stupidest fuck I’ve ever met. You don’t know what you’re talking about, he said to me. I wanted to punch him in the face. I should have punched him in the face. At least then I’d feel some satisfaction from the whole ordeal. He’s the one that doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but did he even hear me out? No.

  Asshole.

  I’m about to fling my bedroom door open when I notice it’s ajar, which is something I never do. So instead of barreling inside, I push the white interior door open, peeking inside. My bed is the first thing you see when coming into my room, so it’s Brooklyn that I notice first. She’s in the middle of my bed, lying on her stomach with her golden locks covering her face, sleeping. Suddenly my sour mood diminishes and the corners of my mouth tip up in a smile.