“Let’s just say Luca wasn’t the chosen son to be the Clan leader, and he ensured he’d become the one who rose to power.”
Oh boy. I don’t want to know more.
“Anyway, Bethany is the one over by the kitchenette with the long, brunette curly hair. Her little girl is Viviana, and she has Razvan in her lap, which is her younger brother. Bethany is married to Leon Gabor, and they’re expecting their third child any day now.”
“She’s pregnant?” I stare at the woman who has a very flat stomach from the way it looks over here. Granted, I know some women who are super fit barely show but damn . . . this is almost out of this world.
“Oh, no. Bethany can’t have children biologically. She had cancer and well, you can put the pieces together. She and Leon use a surrogacy service. I believe they’re having another little girl.”
“How precious,” I murmur as my eyes go from one family to the other, seeing a massive thing in common. Every woman in this room loves a man who’s involved in the mafia. They look past the things they must do in the dark, the things that make them ‘bad’, and love them anyway . . . the same thing I’m doing with Mikel.
“Okay, I think that’s everyone except my best friend, Isabella, who married my brother. They have a little girl named Tassa. Oh, and I forgot to tell you Willow and Duncan have a little girl named Lucy. They didn’t bring her over to the wedding, so she’s in the bunker in London right now with her nanny.”
“What about the girl?” I ask, thinking how there must be only one other person she could be related to.
Aria’s expression immediately falters. “That’s Daniella, Presley and Stefan’s child. The poor girl. I can’t imagine what she’s going through.”
“Neither can I. Though, I do think someone should be there with her. It was great chatting with you Aria, but I’m going to—”
“Go right ahead. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it sooner.” Aria replies as I rise and head across the bunker to where Daniella is sitting on a couch by herself. She has her arms wrapped around her knees and her head is against her legs, shielding her face from anyone who might want to stare.
“Hey, mind if I take this seat?” I ask her.
She lifts her head and stares me right in the eyes. “You’re the woman who was with my mom when she died.”
God. It feels like she just tugged on my heart. She spoke so matter of fact. I nod, “Yes, I was.”
Daniella pulls her lips into a small smile before it fades. “She was a really good mom, you know. She let me eat cookies when Daddy wasn’t around, and she told me I could stay up past bedtime when he was out of town. He didn’t know but I’d get in my jammies and run into her room. We’d sleep in her bed and watch movies until we both couldn’t keep our eyes open anymore.”
“She sounds like she was the best mom ever,” I say, smiling brightly at the girl while I take my seat.
“She really was and . . . now I don’t have her anymore. Did you know my mom well?”
I shake my head, “I’m afraid I didn’t. The first time I met her was today, right before the wedding, but you know what she was telling me about the entire time?” I say, lying a bit to shield her heart from just a bit more pain.
“No, what did she say?” The way this little girl’s eyes are bright, so full of hope, wrecks me unlike anything else.
“She was bragging about you the entire time, saying how she loved you so much and you were the pride and joy of her life. You know how much your mom loved you, right Daniella?”
“Yeah, I do.” A tear comes out of one eye and I pull the girl against me in a hug.
“Good. Don’t you ever forget it,”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mikel
After numerous trips we were able to get all the women to the bunker, as well as the children. Now a few hours have passed since we’ve been back in the city and the video has already been posted. Ion had the bright idea to post it from inside the Moretti’s compound, using their Wi-Fi without a virtual-private-network. Essentially, he made it easy to locate.
Now we’ve all been in a waiting game, positioned in various locations throughout the mansion . . . waiting for someone to come. Every male Clan leader is here, hungry for blood. The one with the most anger is none other than Stefan.
Ion had apparently promised the deaths for Gabriele and Giovanni. I’m sure it only makes him feel the slightest bit better, but as soon as the high has worn off I’m sure the pain will come flooding back in.
I’m standing in the living room of the Moretti house with none other than the king of the Clans himself, Ion. We’ve chatted a bit in the time we’ve been waiting, though we both think when they make their move it’ll happen shortly after dark . . . which is roughly ten minutes away.
“I had no idea Giovanni had been in the States.” Giovanni had been hunkered down in Italy with his father for so long.
“Yes. Gabriele promoted his son, sent him over here to try and keep their Capos in New York in line. Shame most of them ended up in the Hudson River.” Ion doesn’t sound apologetic in the slightest sense. He won’t ever make apologies for doing what needs to be done. The Italians have caused much harm to us. “Have I ever told you Gabriele was the one behind Jonas taking Mariana?” Ion’s leaning back against the fireplace, with a somber look plastered across his face.
Jonas, the man who kidnapped Mariana, slaughtered her parents, raped her . . . a vile bastard who met his maker many years ago.
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah . . . he felt threatened by the amount of power she would hold, even as a teenager and he . . . he fucking ordered her parents to be executed. I bet he ordered her to be raped and treated like a pig, too.”
“Motherfucker. He deserved to be killed.” I state.
“Stefan took much pleasure in slitting his throat on camera.”
“He’s going to fall down the rabbit hole very soon.” I say, clearing my throat. “You know it too. The full extent of Presley being killed hasn’t sunken in yet.”
Ion nods, “I know, and once it does we’ll all be here. Stefan and Daniella will need us more than they ever have.”
“We’ll all pitch in, whatever we need to do. It’s not easy to lose one of our own.”
“No, it’s not . . . and damn me for saying so, but Presley tamed the beast. Stefan has been a savage his entire life and she calmed him down. I’m fearful for what will happen to him now that she’s gone.”
“You won’t be alone. We’ll all be here for the both of them, and I mean that, for Stefan and Daniella. I know you’ve never been fond of Stefan, though he isn’t as horrid as he seems.”
“I’ve never been a fan of his, especially after the date with Mariana.”
“Fuck, what was that, fourteen years ago?” I laugh.
Ion smirks, “Yeah, I suppose it was. Shit, now you’re making me feel old as shit.”
“Welcome to the club.” I chortle.
Everything is as quiet as a mouse besides the two of us talking. Philippe and Luca have taken sniping positions upstairs, while Stefan and Leon are in the garage. The rest of the Clan men are spread out amongst the mansion and surrounding buildings. There isn’t one inch of this place that our eyes aren’t on.
“What was that?” I whisper, glancing down at my phone.
If anyone spotted movement they were supposed to text the group and alert us. The sounds of footsteps against the tile floor grows closer and closer until we can tell it’s in the hallway to the right. The curtains are drawn, and we’ve turned off the electricity to the house so the lights can’t be turned on.
I slide my shoes off and walk slowly toward the hallway, hopeful that I can’t be heard, though the second I begin to stick my head out a shot is fired in my direction. “Motherfuckers. How can they see in this?!” I hiss, pulling my gun from my holster I chamber a bullet and stick my gun out through the other side, firing away.
I pull another set of rounds from my suit jacket and re-f
ill. “Night vision goggles. Stupid Romanians,” A thick, cocky Italian accent answers.
“Giovanni, I should’ve known you’d come.” Ion growls. He’s said to me Giovanni is an arrogant bastard who’s always looking to prove himself. If Ion can keep him talking long enough, we might be able to one up him. I know not to kill him because Ion will want to question him and find out whatever he can.
Breathing in deeply, I stay where I am on the side and allow Ion to keep the man busy. “Why wouldn’t I have come? You killed my father!” Giovanni roars, loud enough that I’m betting every person on the property can hear him.
“He deserved what he got, especially after everything he put my wife through. He had a man kill her parents, kidnap her and rape her, he—”
“Oh yes, your darling Bianca. The girl everyone says you’ve taken as your own . . . you know, we could all put this behind us if you hand over your beautiful daughter. I’ll marry her, and we can create an alliance . . . or maybe I’ll sink my cock into your virgin girl and use her as my own personal cum slut and marry an established Italian woman. Either way, I’ll have the best of both worlds.”
“Fuck you, you disgusting piece of shit. You’ll never lay a hand on her, ‘cause you’ll be in the fucking ground.” Ion snarls, walking passed me. He fires round after round and I go out into the hallway alongside him, firing over and over again until there aren’t any more bullets coming in our direction.
Pulling out my phone I turn on my flashlight and look ahead of me. Not only do I see Giovanni’s body lying lifeless on the floor, but the king himself, Ion Petran, lays on his back with blood pooling around him.
No.
This can’t happen.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Epilogue
Bianca
4 years later . . .
“Do you understand how you tempt me?” he asks, staring at me like I’m one of those women who are naturally beautiful. You know the kind. They’re typically Russian, and they make you insecure as fuck about yourself.
Yet here I am, in his bed, tangled in his sheets. I’m not the type of woman anyone expects, especially from a prominent mafia family like my own. My hair is a rosy shade of pink and my style is somewhat . . . low class. I’d prefer to wear band t-shirts, flare jeans and have aviators more than any designer dress. Although, I can’t say the same for other women in my position.
You see, they’d crave the best of the best. After all, their parents buy anything they’d ever wish for and these girls will live it up. I’m not like them, though. For fuck’s sake, my parents run the Romanian Clans and I still insisted on getting a job when I was eighteen. My mother was furious at the idea, saying the only job I had was to take it all when they’re ready to step down. She’d been having me attend Clan meetings for years, but still I wanted to do something normal that teenagers did who were my age.
All the other kids I went to private school with had parents who worked on Wall Street in the stock or investment industry. Meanwhile, mine dropped bodies like flies. I wanted some semblance of normalcy, even if it was getting a job at Carla Moretti’s restaurant she has here in New York. I was grateful for the job, but I knew she must’ve told them who I was. Never once was I spoken down to, and the one time an employee got shitty with me, Carla’s manager fired her on the spot.
Make no mistake. I know the amount of privilege that was handed to me within this family. Deep down I believe it’s why I try to be so different from the typical Clan children. Sure, I’m the one who will inherit this all one day, but that doesn’t mean I need to be like the rest.
“I’m nothing special,” I tell him the same thing I do every time we’re together. One day I’m hoping he’ll believe it, though he seems determined to get the thought he believes drilled into my mind.
“One day I’m sure I’ll change your mind,” he says, grazing his index finger between my breasts. Slowly he brushes his finger down until he’s pushing the sheets away and dips between my thighs, feeling the wetness that pools for him. Our attraction came out of nowhere a little under a year ago. We were simply two people at the same club, both got drunk off our asses and one thing led to another.
It was supposed to be one night. In the morning we were going to go our separate ways and act like it never happened. But two weeks later we ran into each other in Miami while he was there visiting Natasha and Anton.
Stefan hovers over me, brings his lips down onto my neck and sucks my skin into his mouth while he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. I shut my eyes and dip my head back, reveling in the feeling of pleasure rocking through my body. I’ve had sex plenty of times before I fucked Stefan Dalca, but he lights a fire within me that no man ever has.
“I want your cock, Stefan.” I grit out, grabbing him by the back of the neck. I don’t squeeze him nicely like most women would. Instead, I dig my nails into his neck until I’m sure he’s close to bleeding. “Fuck me like a whore.” I hiss, needing more than his fingers. While they are great, they just aren’t the same thing at all.
“I’ll never fuck you like a whore, prinţesă. I’ll fuck you like you mean a world more to me than them.” He declares while he bites down on my earlobe. I feel his cock pressing into my thigh, hard as can be, but I do feel the precum at his head. He’s just as riled up as I am.
Lifting my hips up I try to get the memo into his thick skull that I’m ready for him now, it doesn’t mean to fucking tease me for fifteen minutes. Stefan lines up his cock at my entrance and sinks himself inside. Even with how wet I am I gasp at the sudden intrusion while my body adjusts to his size. This happens every time.
He pulls his face away from my neck and rises up, hooking an arm under one of my legs while he speeds up. With his other hand he’s wrapped it around my neck and squeezes. “I bet you have no idea that when I squeeze this dainty little neck of yours, your pussy tightens up around my cock.”
“Mmmm,” I moan, licking my lips.
He rumbles a laugh just as he slaps my tits, causing my nipples to come to life. “Oh, there are those little things I love to twist and turn.” Just as he finishes speaking, he slaps them again and the burning sensation radiates through my chest. It feels like there’s a flame right on my skin, moving slowly.
Stefan tightens his lock around my neck and goes harder, deeper, plowing himself inside me. It sounds like he’s fucking a bag filled with water at this point and that’s how it is every time with us. He truly makes my body come alive, and I think it’s why I couldn’t let him go. I’ve never reacted this way to a man before and even if we have to keep this a secret, I’m willing to hide the way we care for one another.
My breathing becomes more difficult and heat boils at my core. I know where I’m at, how within one instant I’m going to explode. “Ste-fan,” I rasp just as the most amazing feeling in the world shoots through my body like a bomb going off. Stefan tightens his grip on my neck even more, ramming his cock into me harder and harder and harder.
I watch as the veins on his body stick out from the exertion and the way sweat beads down his chest. “You’re going to take my cum, prinţesă, and you’re going to love it.” He releases his hand from my neck and I gasp, sucking in as much air as I can and he halts, growling out as his seed fills my body.
“Motherfucker, prinţesă. Motherfucker.”
Stefan halts but I’m not done. I flip my body around and go on my back, take his cock into my mouth and lean my head backwards. My eyes are right on his balls as I deep throat him, humming while I do so. I’ll lick every ounce of not only his cum, but mine too straight off him, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get another sweet treat headed my way.
“I’m going to cum again if you keep treating me this way, prinţesă.” He warns, but he knows me well enough to realize this is what I want.
Stefan goes as still as a statue and I know he’s close again, so I keep doing what I have been until the warm, salty liquid shoots down my throat. I suck his cock while I pull my mouth
away from him and lick my lips before kneeling on the bed to kiss him. I wrap my left leg around his hip and sit down on his cock, never wanting to stop.
He makes me into something carnal, flipping a switch within me I never knew I had.
Out of nowhere our phones start vibrating at the same time. “Shit. It can’t be.” I whine.
Stefan peers over to the bedside table where his phone is. “Clan meeting.” He proves my dreaded thought correct.
Stefan kisses me once more, slipping his tongue into my mouth and pulls out of my mouth and pussy at the same time. “I’d better get going. You and I know the rule. Show up fifteen minutes apart, two different directions.”
Rolling my eyes, I lean back against the headboard. “Yeah. It’ll give me plenty of time to smoke and look like I wasn’t just romping around in bed with a daringly sexy older man.”
“Your mother would kill you if she knew you smoked. You know that, right?” Stefan grumbles. He’s never been a fan of my habit.
“My father would kill you if he knew you were fucking me. You know that, right?” I imitate him, getting an eye roll in response.
“Yes, prinţesă. We’ll meet at our place for drinks tonight as planned, right?”
I smile, not wanting to wait a second more until we’re in each other’s arms again.
“Da,” I respond in Romanian, knowing how much he loves it when I speak in our language. Stefan gathers his clothes off the floor and throws them on. He’s always had this way of making it look like he hasn’t been fucking around, pristine and perfect, but when he’s finished getting dressed, he stops. “Drive safely, Bianca. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you.”
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