Taking the Mafia Princess

Chapter 4

Declan

“I’m going to go visit first with this pie my mom made,” I said.

“She made a pie for this?” Franchetti questioned, unaware of my plan.

“No, she makes pies all the time. It’s my way in without getting too many questions. I’m going to let the meathead frisk me. It’s been something he does every time, and ye can sneak in the back way. Just so ye know, her parents don’t know something’s wrong. They don’t like the guy because he seems sketchy, but they are worried about her since she doesn’t want to talk.”

“So we tie them up until they listen, and we get rid of the fuck,” Franchetti said matter-of-factly.

“Just be careful with them. She’ll never forgive ye if ye hurt them.”

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing, and I don’t need my fiancée upset with me.” I rolled my eyes and shake my head at the jealous bastard. I never thought of Regan like that no matter how much I tried. Now his sister, on the other hand, God, I’d love to see her kneeling in front of me taking my cock deep down that smart mouth of hers.

I ring their bell then muscle mouth comes to the door. “What the fuck is this?” the knobrot asked.

“What the fuck does it look like?”

“Don’t be a smart ass. Put it down and spread em.” I took the pie and set it on the entrance table and then turned to face the wall with my hands and feet spread out.

I turned my head and smiled, mockingly I muttered, “Be gentle.”

“Fuck off,” he grunted, then proceeded to pat me down. He took his time while he was at it which was fine with me because I wanted Franchetti and his men to have enough time to get inside.

“You’re good to go.”

“Thanks, but I’m not the one the family needs to worry about, bloody wanker,” I informed him.

“Hey, my mom made a pie for ye. Apple, yer favorite.”

“Thanks, Declan. Yer mom is so sweet. Tiny can ye take this to my mom before I eat it without a plate.”

“I’m not your fucking maid. Do it yourself.”

“Ye’re a fucking lazy cunt. Ye need to take yer arse back to my uncle. Ye’re fucking useless. I’m not in danger from Dante Franchetti. I’ve given him no reason to think so.”

And that’s when I hear it slip out. “No, but he thinks you did. He was informed that you turned him in. He’s going to come kill you.”

“No, it’s yer arse he’s going to kill.”

“Bitch, you should have died when they first grabbed you. It doesn’t matter because your family is going to be fucked.”

Declan shouted, “Ye don’t talk to her like that.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said.

Franchetti and his men rushed and bound the fucker. I smirked and carried the pie into the kitchen while they went to work. Regan stood staring at me with a nervous smile. “Get over here,” I told her with my arms open.

I head back to my house to let them do their thing. I wanted to inform my parents that we removed the threat. When I get back to the house, Silvia and her mother were sitting in the family room looking at photo albums my mother pulled out. “Seriously?” I gasped out.

“Oh sweetheart, welcome back. Everything okay?”

“Yes, they are handling it at the moment. Regan’s safe and with her mother while her thug gets that bastard.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t stay or aren’t you man enough to handle it?” little miss attitude said with added snark.

“Don’t ye have to go somewhere? Hell’s got yer name on it. Or maybe a mobster boyfriend to shut that damn mouth of yers?”

“William Declan Sullivan, ye mind yer manners,” my mother reprimanded me with a gasp.

“The same for you, Silvia Maria,” her mother scolded her as well. I smirked down at her and went out to get some work done. Most of the farm is self-sufficient, but with everything going on, I didn’t get to finish a lot of my regular duties. We sheared the sheep two weeks ago, so I had a little more time on my hands, but I only had one full-time hand who had to go home because his grandmother passed.

Twenty minutes after going through the barn and checking the animals, I saw the older Franchetti come back to the house. My father met him out there, and they walked in. I worked for another ten minutes before I came back in for something to drink, and Silvia was sliding something into the fridge.

“Fuck,” I growled. She spun around and stared at me; at first with a look of surprise that morphed into irritation. “Baby, remember ye’re in my home, so quit the dirty looks.

“Trust me, I can’t wait to get out of here and never see you again,” she hissed out, closing the fridge and moving toward the door. Letting her words get to me, I was on her in a flash, pinning her to the wall next to the door.