Page 5 of Abducted By the Mafia Don

“You’ll worry her a lot more if you go home like that.” Iindicate her blood-stained clothes. “You can clean up at my place.” I sort of infer that she can leave after that.

Looking down at her ripped dress seems to enhance the echo of what nearly just happened and she’s shaking again when we pull up at the glossy black front door of the house the Richmonds have lived in for generations. It’s a huge, white-painted Georgian mansion, with classic twelve-paned windows and views over the river and Richmond Park. It’s a house meant for a massive, extended family to live and work together in.

Now it’s just me, a lonely metal ball rolling around.

“Oh! You don’t have to…” she exclaims as I pick her up and carry her inside.

“Don.” My head of household is immediately at my side, sounding shaken.

“A glass of water, bar of chocolate, antiseptic—” I bark.

“I’m fine!” Taggie tries to interrupt.

I rattle off the other items I need and Edward replies with a prompt, “Yes, Don.”

In the lounge, I set her on a plush deep-green velvet sofa.

“I’ll get blood stains all over…” she protests and immediately goes to stand.

Kneeling before her, I give her a gentle push back on her shoulder. “It’ll be cleaned.”

She looks up at me, and I stroke her arm through the dark fabric, as though this is a casual thing for me, and withdraw.

The connection between us hums. She’s so sweet, so vulnerable, but she’s brave. I saw her kicking the Thaxted boys, and I’m sure she’d do the same to me if I overstepped.

“You really don’t have to go to all this trouble,” she murmurs, but sinks back down.

I shake my head. She has no idea what I will do for her.

“Show me.”

Blinking uncertainly, she slides my jacket off, and I hiss out a breath. There’s the beginning of pink bruising on her upper arm.

“I thought…” She twists to examine it. “It hurt, but it doesn’t now.”

There’s blood, and when Edward sets down the items I requested beside me, I immediately start wiping it away. The tense feeling in my chest eases a little each time smooth, unbroken skin is revealed.

I clean right down to her fingertips, and she allows me, watching as though she can’t believe it.

When she’s perfect again there, I gesture for her to lean forwards, and check her back. There’s nothing there, and I sigh with relief then move to her feet, trying not to notice too much of the delectable parts of her between.

Her strappy shoes are made for partying not walking, and my big hands envelop her whole foot easily. It’s not until the backs of her calves, and just above her knees, that I find scratches.

Anger rises in me hot as lava.

“Really, the pain is gone,” she assures me.

I have to unclench my jaw with physical effort so I can reply, “I’m glad.”

I touch her knee, and Taggie parts her thighs for me before I’ve even asked, and the air goes thick and scalding in my throat. I can’t breathe for how perfect she is.

Watching her face the whole time, I gently wash away every trace of their blood and their touch. A purification. I’m careful not to touch anywhere inappropriate, and I’m intent on making sure she’s okay.

It’s not sexual, though my cock can’t help but respond toher proximity. There’s more joy and closeness in taking care of Taggie as she deserves than I’ve felt in any of the one-night stands I’ve had.

Drawing the skirt of her dress down, I sit on my heels, clear up, then nudge her glass of water and plate of sweet treats closer to her hand and stand.

“Thank you.”