Her Mafia Destiny (Maclean Mafia Men 1)

Chapter Eleven

After getting Beth situated in bed, he walked down the steps. Every step he got closer to his office and the bitch, the angrier he got.

He was glad that Graham would be there because he’d keep him from putting a bullet in her head. Alastair knew it would change the way Beth looked at him, and he couldn’t have that.

The door shut behind him, and he made his way behind the desk. He sat for a long time just looking at Una. He noticed she didn’t seem to have any remorse at all, and although it shouldn’t surprise him, he’d known psychopaths with the same attitude before.

“The only reason I’m not fucking killing you is that it would upset Beth.”

Una sniffed in disdain.

“Listen, you fucking bitch. Your time here is very limited. It’s up to you if you walk out of here or get carried out in a body bag.”

“You won’t touch me. You can’t. It would mean war between our families.”

“That’s something I thought of a while ago, so I talked to your father. He hates you about as much as I do, by the way. He said the only reason he’d want to kill me was if I sent you back to him.

He loved the look of shock on her face.

“I don’t believe you.”

“When’s the last time you talked to him?” Alastair asked.

“It’s been a while,” she said. “He’s been so busy he hasn’t had time to talk.”

“It’s been close to a year, hasn’t it? I thought you were smart enough to realize already that he doesn’t want to talk to you.”

He was waiting to see some emotion, but there was the abyss of darkness he’d always seen.

“This is your one and final offer. If I hear of you abusing the staff or disrespecting Beth, you’re out.”

Una leaned forward and smacked his desk. “You’re taking your whore’s side over the family?”

Alastair hadn’t known he went for her until Graham and a few of his guys pulled him back. If it wasn’t for the fear in her eyes at that moment, he would have killed her.

“Brother, you can’t kill her,” Graham said. “At least not yet.”

“If I ever hear you call her that again, I will dig a hole myself and push you in and enjoy every shovel of dirt I throw on you until I’m done. Do you fucking understand me, you fucking bitch?” His eyes were narrow, ruthless, and filled with icy contempt, and his tone was dark with savage rage.

She nodded.

“Good. Get her the fuck away from me,” he said to a few of his men.

Alastair sat back down and sighed.

“What are you going to tell Dad?” Graham asked.

He shook his head. “Fuck. I don’t know yet. Any advice?”

“I think he needs to know.”

“Yeah, I do, too, but Beth doesn’t want him to.”

“For God’s sake, why?” Graham asked.

“She doesn’t want him upset.”

Graham snorted. “I’ve never met a person as tender-hearted as your Beth.”

“I know it takes some getting used to, but it’s worth it. I can’t imagine my life without her.”

“When are you going to ask her to marry you?”

Alastair caught his brother’s grin and smiled. “Very soon, man. There’s no way I’m letting her get away from me.”

“I wouldn’t either.”

Alastair stopped his brother before he could leave. “You know, you’ll find your own Beth someday.”

“I hope so, but I’m not counting on it.”

Alastair sat back and thought over the day. He was so desperate to protect Beth that he’d hired a few more men to guard the house, but he never thought the physical danger would be in his own house with family. He just couldn’t see letting Una live there any longer. He had a few ideas on how to take care of the situation and would discuss them with his father first, but Una would be gone sooner rather than later.

He got up and made his way up to his bedroom. He had a date with his Beth for a cuddle and nap, and he wasn’t going to miss it.

She was lying naked in the middle of the bed on her stomach with the sheet down around her hips. The afternoon sun came through the windows, making her skin look luminous.

Fuck, the thought of a nap was dismissed because his cock quickly hardened, and it took his breath. He shut and locked the door before undressing.

Then he pulled the sheet down and crawled between her thighs and sat on his haunches. He tried not to look at the marks on her back because he became infuriated all over again.

His hands slid up and down her sides and then under her to cup her breasts.

“Beth, baby. Wake up.”

She started moving. “Umm, that feels good.”

He bent forward and started kissing the side of her face, neck, and shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you.”

“M’kay.”

He almost snorted. “No, don’t turn over on your back. I’m going to take you like this, so I don’t hurt your back.”

She started to lift her hips. “Please don’t make me wait.”

“I won’t.” He reached under her to press against her clit before he thrust a finger into her tight cunt. “Oh, yeah. You’re always so fucking tight and wet for me.”

“Alastair, hurry.”

He lifted her hips and stuck a pillow under them before spreading her legs a bit more and moving her knees up, so she was open for him. His hands spread her ass cheeks apart, and he groaned at the sight of her tight little asshole.

“I’m going to fuck you here,” he said and pressed the tip of his finger into her anus. “Very soon.”

“You won’t fit.”