Taking the Mafia Princess

After explaining everything to my parents, they came up with their own plans for the Franchetti invasion. Fuck, I hated him more and more.

Three hours later I was standing at the airport baggage area waiting for these fucks with my father at my side. A large group of suits and two women came toward me. I remembered two of them, but it was the little woman walking alongside Dante. She moved with beauty and grace and her long black hair laid straight over her shoulders. As they reached me, I grew angry. It wasn’t because she did anything to me—at least not intentionally. My physical reaction to her was immediate. My heart was pounding and my dick, hard as fuck, wept in my pants. This couldn’t be happening. I don’t want shite to do with a mobster and his family. I had to keep my distance from the dark beauty who barely reached the middle of my chest.

I nodded to Dante then spoke, “Mr. Franchetti, I told them I was taking my father to the doctor today. Just in case he saw me leave.”

“Mr. Sullivan,” he said, shaking my father’s hand. “How is she?” the bastard asked me, cooling my urges. I don’t hate the fucker for my relationship failing with Regan, but for everything he is.

“She was upset today. Her mother was trying to get her to talk about what happened, but she doesn’t want to talk in the house. She thinks he possibly bugged the house. I don’t get why he’s still here. Did they think ye’d to come kill her?”

“I’m guessing that is what they hoped for. I don’t take betrayal too kindly, but I’d never hurt her. We’ll see what the fuck it’s about when we get there,” Franchetti barked, staring at me with pure hatred. Fuck him, the bloody bastard.

“I’m Stefano Franchetti,” the older man said, shaking our hands. “We need to get my family somewhere safe,” he added.

“They can come to our ranch. It’s safe there. We don’t let anyone on the ranch that we don’t know. There are too many farm animals that can be dangerous if ye go near them, so we take precautions,” my dad offered them.

“That will work,” the older Franchetti said. Dante stared at him like he’d lost his mind. Then he added, “Only if two of my men go with.” They did bring a bunch of thugs with them.

“That is fine with me. Just so ye know my mother carries a big gun too, so don’t think of doing anything dumb,” I warned them. We won’t be tolerating shite from these thugs.

The gorgeous princess stepped closer to me with a scowl all over her pretty face. She arched her perfectly shaped brow that only accented her round honey-colored eyes. She then bit out angrily, “Seriously, cowboy, chill out. We’re not going to cause any problems.”

I tilted my head down to address her. “Sorry, little girl, I didn’t see ye down there,” I mocked the little fiery devil. Her face contorted angrily, pissing her off. I thought it was hilarious, but it backfired on me. She was ten times sexier when she was ready for murder. Maybe it was the way they operated. They had her come in and seduce to get what they wanted. It was working.

“You’re a prick,” she declared, puffing out her chest toward me. I could see the tops of her breasts, making my balls heavy and my cock hard. The thought of running my shaft between her tits turned me on. Thank fuck, I adjusted my cock under the belt, and my flannel covered the bulge.

I’d give her a giant prick that will have her coming back for more. “It’s true; little people have tempers,” I snorted, loving the way she heated up. And she had no idea how bad I wanted to fuck that bad temper out of her. Never in my life did I feel that way from one look. I didn’t know what came over me, but pure lust had to be it.

“Oh no,” Dante said. The mafia princess lost her mind and ran at me with her fists raised, but she wasn’t a match for me. I grabbed her hands which was a big mistake; it only made the desire grow. A new intense longing screamed out for her.

Mentally, I pictured my hands holding hers over her head as I fucked into her. I looked down into her angry amber eyes and scoff, “Little thing, ye best learn to behave. I don’t tolerate wild animals on my property.”

She shoves away from me and directs her temper at her father. “Papa, are you going to let him talk to me like that?”

Her father just smiled at her, then said, “Cara, you are trying to strike a grown man. You must pick fights that you know you can win.” I actually think I like him.