Taking the Mafia Princess

After I came, he crawled up my body and slid his cock into my tight cunt, rocking quietly until we both came together. Breathing heavily, he rolled us until I rested on his muscular chest. I pressed my head to listen to his racing heart and ran my fingers through the short dark hairs on his chest. They weren’t thick or long, but just enough for me to play with. I smiled and placed a kiss on his chest. He moaned and grunted. “Goodnight, my love.” I sighed and closed my eyes, squealing inside at his endearment. I should go, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

Chapter 12

Declan

After sneaking Silvia back into her room around six, I showered and then met with the hands. I wasn’t able to work yet, but I could still boss these fuckers around. They got started without direction. The weather had forced them to put the animals in another pasture because their usual was flooded. I was glad that they had managed on their own because I couldn’t stop thinking about Silvia and wanting to tell her father that she was mine and wouldn’t be leaving with them.

I went back into the house, and I learned that Mr. Franchetti took his wife and my Silvia to Dublin. So pissed, I stepped out to check on the barn. “She couldn’t even fucking tell me about the trip? Not even a goodbye. My body was covered in sweat as I cleaned the barn including our little love nest. I can’t fucking drive, or I would have gone to Dublin and found them.

“Are ye done being a jackass yet?” my da said as he stood leaning on the barn doorframe. He crossed his arms and stared at me waiting for a response.

“What do ye mean?” I asked, standing with my hand on the handle and my chin resting on the top.

“Do ye think we’re blind or bloody deaf for that matter?”

My eyes widened instantly, and I questioned, “What did ye hear?”

He smirked, knowing damn well if Mr. Franchetti heard me driving into his little girl, I’d be in a world of trouble this morning or even last night. Thank fuck they were further down the hall from our rooms. “Nothing that ye’re thinking my boy, but yer doors opening and closing every damn night.”

“Wait, last night was the first time she’d ever been in my room or I in hers,” I argued, tossing the broom against the rack.

He picked up his cane that was leaning on the wall and walked up to me. Clasping my shoulder, he said, “Calm yerself, son. They wanted to see Ireland since they are leaving tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I roared.

“Did ye expect them to stay forever? They have things to do back in Chicago.”

“I can’t let her go,” I said, envisioning her leaving in my head. I couldn’t lose her.

“Maybe ye should,” he muttered out, walking over to the first stall and checking on his horse Oliver.

“What? Ye think I should let the love of my life leave me?” I exclaimed, losing my bloody mind.

“Love of ye life? Ye are twenty-two.”

I cocked my brow because he married my ma at twenty-four and that was because she was sixteen when they met, and he had to wait for her. “I know how old I am. I know how old ye were when ye married ma. Besides, I’ve had a lot of growing up to do for years,” I reminded him, waving my hand around the room. I’d been managing the ranch since the “accident.”

“That is not the point. That girl is trouble. Ye will be tied to her family forever. Are ye ready for it?”

“I almost died to protect her. I’d do anything for her.”

“Great answer my boy because we have another problem,” my da said, claiming my back with his hand.

“What?” I asked nearly losing my senses.

“Liam, come in.” Liam came in from behind the door.

“Ye had him waiting out there listening in?” What the fuck was this about? I didn’t like the deception one damn bit.

“Relax, man. I wasn’t out there the whole time because I was getting more information.”

“Well crack on will ye,” my da demanded.

“This guy was seen on the ranch last night. He stayed in his vehicle, but I tracked him down this morning to a hotel in Dublin. He’s Angelo Avanti.” Liam showed me the picture, but I didn’t know him. The guy would be good looking if he wasn’t haggard looking. “According to the Franchetti bodyguard, he’s Ms. Franchetti’s fiancé.”

My blood boiled, and my mind went to all the ways I could end the bastard. She was mine and taking her virginity was proof of that. I wasn’t going to let this pussy come between us. What the fuck was he doing in Ireland anyway?

“Was,” I snarled out, barely holding it together and pacing wildly as I thought of ways to gut the bastard.