Taking the Mafia Princess

“Just some air,” I muttered, turning to look back at the house. It was bloody lousy that I hated staying away from her. It tore me up that she lived thousands of miles away and worlds apart.

“Oh, well, do let me know if you don’t like something we’re doing or if you need something from us,” he remarked, hopping onto his horse to ride over to the pasture where the cows were congregating.

“Thanks, Liam.” I nodded, then turned around to walk back to the house only to see Silvia heading in my direction.

“What are ye doing out here?”

“Is it a crime?”

“No, why looking to be like the rest of yer family?”

“Look who’s talking. I do believe your ass killed people. Not that I’m complaining, but since you have to be an ass…well…who was that?” she asked, staring at Liam’s fleeting figure in the distance.

“Ye don’t need to worry about who he is.”

“You sound like my brother. Whatever. I’m a grown woman.”

“That ye are, princess,” I remark, stepping closer to her, leering down her sexy dress. “But he’s not for ye.”

“Declan, you’re an ass.”

“Maybe, but ye can’t resist me, can ye?”

“Please, don’t act like you’re immune to me either, so go fuck off,” she snapped off, turning on her heel like I was about to let that shite go unanswered. I reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her to face me. Then I dragged her to my body.

I leaned in with my cheek pressed to hers, then I whispered, “Don’t start something ye can’t finish, princess. The next time I come, it’ll be after I have ye screaming my name.” She gasped and tried to speak, but I put two fingers on her soft lips. “Don’t say anything. I’m this close to fucking ye right in this spot…and if ye think yer brother and dad are dangerous, they wouldn’t be shite compared to what I’d do to any fuck that saw ye naked. Get back inside. Ye’re not ready for this.”

I stepped back and headed into the barn.

“I hate you, Declan,” she shouted, walking back to the house. I stopped to see her go inside. Once she was in the house, I entered the barn, leaning against the tack post trying to get my ass together. I could shoe my horse with my cock, that was how fucking hard she made me. Growling, I adjusted myself then inspected the barn for the next hour.

Chapter 9

Silvia

I closed the door louder than I had meant to do and it echoed throughout the floor. “Hey princess, no need to break our doors because ye didn’t get what ye wanted.”

“Eat shit, cowboy,” I shouted through the door. I could hear him laugh as he walked away.

“What a dick,” I grumbled.

I wanted to go to Dublin to get out of the house, but they told me no. Not even with a bodyguard. I hated to be trapped in the house just feet away from Declan. The more I saw him, the harder it was to resist the temptation. His sexy, deep, masculine voice lived in my head. The taste of his mouth and tongue made me hungry for more.

Two days past since the wedding and the woman I considered a shield moved to a hotel. Regan was the buffer I used between Declan and I. Even though she told me there was nothing there, I let my mind believe it so I could fight the pull.

I knew without a doubt that my heart was quickly becoming his. I hated how pathetic I’d become, but I made excuses to see him. And the day he opened his wounds by being a jackass, I nearly broke down in tears. Honestly, I had no idea what I’m going to do once we leave. My heart will be destroyed, but I better start getting used to the idea.

***

I came down early to help Mrs. Sullivan with dinner. “Oh, hello, dear.”

“Hello Mrs. Sullivan,” I replied. “Do you need any help?”

“I’d love it. Can ye chop the vegetables?” she asked, handing me the knife. “Thank ye, sweetheart.” I started chopping the carrots and potatoes when she asked, “How are ye liking Ireland?”

“Well, it’s nice, but I haven’t seen anything besides the houses and the hospital.”

“I’m sorry about that. Ye know yer father is doing it for yer own good,” she said, entering the walk-in cupboard.

“I do, but it’s frustrating. It makes me want to go home,” I muttered to myself.

“Baby, this is yer home,” Declan whispered and slid in behind me with his hands on my waist, making me jump. He held my hips and leaned in to add, “We’re holding ye hostage.”

I spun around and challenged him with the words he used on me. “Shut it, cowboy. Are ye trying to be like my family?”

“It seemed to work for yer brother. Do ye want me to tie ye up?” he asked, kissing my neck. I moaned, then stepped out of his grasp just as his mother came back into the kitchen.