Page 61 of Broken Mafia Prince (His to Break #1)

RAFFAELE

“ A re you sure he’s coming?” Tommaso asks, glancing around.

“He better,” I snap. “I’m freezing my balls off out here waiting for that rat.”

My right-hand glances over at me with some surprise, and I don’t need to be a mind reader to know what he’s thinking. Tommaso will follow me to the ends of the earth, I know that, but I also know that he’s been puzzled by my actions as of late.

He’s too loyal to question me, though I can see that he’s bursting at the seams to ask me what the fuck is going on.

Even though he knows I’m not the biggest fan of my father, he’s also never seen me openly defy him—or in this case, sabotage him.

“With the amount he asked for, he better show up,” Tommaso grits out, just as impatient as I am to get to this over with.

Finding a mole in my father’s ranks was almost impossible, and not just because the men are loyal to him.

The hard part was convincing the people we spoke to that we weren’t on a mission to expose traitors within the family.

I reach for my phone to ring the burner number Jay gave to us, but I hear the sound of footsteps hurrying toward us.

In unison, Tommaso and I whip out our guns and aim them in the direction of the intruder.

We go still and silent, waiting. A moment later, Jay bursts into the clearing, eyes flying about nervously.

He’s a lanky man in his early thirties, with thinning dishwater-blond hair and a nose that was broken sometime in the past and healed wrong.

“Sorry about the delay,” he says, eyeing the guns leveled on him. “I got held up in one of the casinos. And then the guys were trying to rope me into hitting the brothel. I keep on telling them that?—”

“If I wanted to know what you do in your free time, I sure as hell wouldn’t be doing it in the dead of night at negative-zero temperature.” I enunciate each word so it’s clear to him that we aren’t pals.

“Oh.” His eyes widen.

“You have some good news for me, Jay?” I ask.

He nods rapidly, then goes down on his haunches to dig around in his duffel.

Tommaso and I exchange a glance when he begins to mutter under his breath.

I fucking hope for Jay’s sake that he’s not some deluded lunatic here to waste my time, and he actually has information about my father’s operation to sink the Montanari shipment.

He finally glances up with a grin and hops to his feet. “Found it.” He waves a rolled-up sheet at us. “This is the layout of the docks, with the position of the Montanari soldiers marked in blue.”

I step closer as he spreads the sheet open over an empty crate, peering at it. My eyes widen when I see the number of soldiers Enrico has stationed to protect his shipment. Behind me, Tommaso whistles.

“Where the hell did he get so many people?” he asks, incredulity in his voice. “I hope he hasn’t pulled his men from every business he owns.”

We exchange a look, our minds heading in the same direction. He raises an eyebrow, and I shake my head subtly.

“If he’s really done something this stupid, it’s the perfect time for an attack,” Jay says, voicing what we were both thinking.

“What else do you have in that duffel?” I ask, irritation creeping into my tone.

“Your father’s men communicate through encrypted channels I’ve found a way to infiltrate,” he explains.

“They rely on that network to time their attacks perfectly. The key to this operation is hitting them all at once, giving the Montanaris no time to respond. Once I scramble their signals, they won’t be able to reach each other, throwing their whole plan into chaos. ”

“You’re sure about this?” I ask.

He nods, flashing me an excited grin. “I used to be a hacker in the Army, so I know what I’m doing.”

He better be, because if one single mistake happens, my father will destroy the Montanari shipment—and that won’t bode well for my new relationship.

“Of course, I’ll need the rest of the money to proceed.” He narrows his eyes at us.

I nod at my right-hand man, signaling him to step forward with the briefcase of cash. I wait for Jay to reach for it before I clasp my hands around the handle, stopping him. I make sure my eyes lock with his, letting him see that I’m serious.

“The full amount is in there,” I begin. “A million dollars in washed, untraceable notes. I know once a rat, always a rat, but you’re going to sabotage my father’s operation and keep your fucking mouth shut about it.

Or I’ll find you. I’ll find everyone and everything you love and burn it to the ground.

Then you’ll spend the rest of your life paying back every dollar you took from me. Capisci ?”

His head bobs in a quick, terrified nod. His eyes are wide like saucers. With a shark-like smile, I release the briefcase into his hands and gesture at the blueprint. “I’m expecting excellent news, pronto.”

I leave him stammering his assurances that he’ll get it done and make my way out of the docks, eager to get back to the comfort of my apartment.

I haven’t seen Giulia in a few days, and it feels like I’m going out of my skin.

I don’t understand her worry about her father being alone; he’s a grown man who doesn’t give two fucks about her.

As far as I’m concerned, Enrico and my father deserve to be alone, because all they ever do is destroy the people close to them.

I don’t want to see the woman I love destroyed because of her gradually declining hope that one day she’ll get back the father from her childhood days.

The one that actually cared about her. I love her too much to tell her that she’s never getting that man back.

Revenge and bitterness have snuffed out every hint of that man.

We have to take a short walk to get to our rides.

Parking where we couldn’t be seen from the road was imperative, since everything about the meeting that just happened is not only off the record but also very illegal.

If Jay opens his fat mouth, we’ll all be screwed, but the difference between us is that one of us will happily wave goodbye to this life, while the other will leave it in several pieces in a body bag.

Tommaso waits until I’m behind the wheel of my Jaguar before he climbs up on his Harley and slides his helmet into place. We speed away from the shelter of trees, side by side, until we get to where the road forks. I signal at him with my blinker before we part ways.

I’m already undoing the buttons on my shirt as I step into my apartment. A glance at my wristwatch shows that it’s almost midnight. Damn it. Giulia will be in bed by now. She hasn’t texted me in hours, so she must have fallen asleep.

Shrugging off my shirt, I push open my bedroom door and freeze.

Holy God in heaven.

“Surprise.”

On my bed, laid out like a vision, is my fiancée. All the blood in my body rushes south, cock filling and threatening to burst free of my slacks.

“Tell me it’s not a dream that you’re naked in my bed right now,” I rasp.

Her mouth spreads into a sly smile. “I’m not naked. I’m wearing this fantastic shade of lipstick. Do you like?”

I don’t know if she means the lipstick or everything about the scene in front of me, but my response is an unequivocal, “Fuck, yes.”

She crooks her finger at me, lowering her lashes to peek up at me. “Come here, then.”

I don’t need a second invitation, I reach for the buckle on my belt, yanking it off and shucking my pants. Naked, I approach the bed, belt still in hand. She eyes it with interest.

“What’s that for?”

I run my gaze over the hard point of her nipples, the way her chest is rising and falling with each breath, the gentle curve of her stomach, and the soft-looking triangle of groomed hair above her pussy.

I grab both of her wrists with one hand and push them over her head, bending down to take her mouth in mine at the same time.

She makes a humming sound of contentment in her throat as my mouth closes over hers, biting, sucking, licking into her. I take her mouth like a barbarian on a plundering spree, enjoying the sweet taste of her, the way her tongue curls over mine, the way her body trembles beneath me.

I break the kiss to push her hands above her head. “Keep those wrists there.”

She nods, and then we are kissing again, even more hungry and desperate for each other. Even when it feels like there’s not enough air, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

“Please.” She tears her mouth away to pant the word, eyes two pools of desire.

“Fuck, baby, the things you do to me,” I admit. “I get so crazy over you. You make me crazy.”

“The feeling is mutual.” A daring light flashes in her eyes. “I want to try something.”

“Anything.” I don’t know a living, breathing man who could ever refuse to be used as her sexual test dummy. Unfortunately for them, they’re never going to get the chance.

“I want to be on top,” she whispers, suddenly looking shy.

Without another thought, I grab her by the waist and spin us around until she’s seated over me, knees on either side of my hips. Laughing, she throws her hands around my neck. Her laugh dies when her gaze takes in my twitching cock between us.

“Dear god,” she exhales.

A smile curves my mouth at her expression. No matter how many times she’s seen it, somehow, she still manages to be shocked by it. It’s both amusing and cute.

“What next, baby?” I bend my head to mouth at the crook of her neck while my hands cup her breasts, plucking at her hard nipples.

Her back bows, offering more of her to me. I replace one of my hands with her mouth, sucking her deep and feeling my cock twitch with excitement at her low sound of pleasure. Suddenly, her fingers fist into the back of my hair and she pulls me off her breasts.

“I’m in charge today,” Giulia announces.

I raise an eyebrow, and she grins, reaching for the belt I tossed to the side of the bed. She pushes my hands over my head and winds the belt around my wrists. I’ve never been restrained by a woman, but I’m not surprised when excitement thrums through me. She shoots me a satisfied smirk.

“Now you’re mine,” she says proudly.

“Always been yours.”

This time around, she’s the one who closes the distance between us, her mouth on mine. I kiss her back, but just when I try to deepen the kiss, she pulls away. She goes up to her knees, hovering over me.

“Fuck baby,” I pant, focus entirely on her. I don’t think even an explosion of the entire city block could have made me look away as she drags the head of my cock over her wet entrance.

I hiss, impatient to be inside her, but she continues to torture us both, teasing my mushroom head against her folds, over and over again. And then what feels like forever later, her eyes lock on mine and she sinks on my length, burying me to the hilt.

“Fuck!” I roar.

“Oh my god, Raffaele,” she cries, chest heaving with the effort of taking all of me.

We stay like that for a minute, reveling in the incredible feeling of being joined like this.

I don’t think it’s possible, but my dick swells even more inside her.

I grit my teeth as her tight walls squeeze around me.

She’s going to make me come embarrassingly fast, and she knows it, if that twinkle in her eyes is any indication.

Giulia bites down on her lower lip and then braces her hand against the headboard, rocking against me slowly. I press my mouth into a thin line, swallowing down all my protest for her to stop being a tease. I want her to find her confidence and enjoy her foray into taking charge.

She starts slow at first, rolling her hips tentatively, but after a while, she finds her rhythm, head thrown back in pleasure as she bounces on my cock, faster and faster, harder, more urgent.

“Oh god!” she screams when she makes a move that hits her G-spot. Her eyes fly wide, but she never stops, using me shamelessly to reach her peak.

I watch her, breasts bouncing and eyes rolling, feeling like I’ve won the goddamn lottery.

I must have done something very right in my past life to have Giulia Montanari in my bed, dark locks of hair falling down her back, mouth slack, untamed, wild, looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.

“I need…” Her face contorts with confusion. “Raffaele, please!”

“Can’t help you, baby,” I croak.

Her head falls to my shoulder, nails digging into my arms. “I need you.” Those three little words echo her frustration, her need.

Growling, I hear my leather belt snap behind me, and then my hand is around her neck, spinning her and pinning her down to the bed.

She lets out a startled cry at the move, but I know what my girl needs, and I’m going to give it to her.

I lift her hips, stuffing a pillow under her before driving into her with a hard thrust.

The scream she lets out is earsplitting. If I had neighbors, they’d have been banging on my door or reporting me to the cops. It’s a good fucking thing then, that I own the entire floor… and building.

“That’s it, baby,” I tell her, hips pumping. “You want me to pin you down and fill you up with my cum.”

“Raff!” She bites down on the fabric of the bed cover, trembling.

I bring my palm down on her ass, and again and again until the skin is red. I grab a fistful of her hair, tearing her head away from the bed cover. “I want to hear you. I want all of Chicago to know how much you love being fucked by me. I want them to know who owns you.”

“You!”

“Who owns this pussy?” I grab her bruising ass, massaging it.

“You. Raffaele, you. You!”

“Good girl.” Her reply is a long, keening cry. I shift my hips and resume pounding into her, my next thrusts hitting against a spot that makes her thrash in bed, trying to crawl away from me and the extreme sensation while still begging for more.

“I can’t. I can’t,” she pants.

“Yes, you fucking can, and you will take everything I give you,” I tell her.

“I’m coming!” Giulia screams, but I don’t stop fucking her. Her orgasm rolls into another, body convulsing with it.

Finally, I let the pressure that’s been building inside me burst. I reach down and pinch her clit just as I start to come, pumping her full of me. Another wave of orgasm takes over her, pussy spasming around me. I continue to move my hips until she’s dripping, half-unconscious, and very satisfied.

“I love you,” I tell her.

She mumbles something incoherent back to me, and I chuckle.

I stare at her—hair tangled, body limp, eyes half-closed—and feel an overwhelming urge to marry her right then and there. Seal the deal, escape this city, and put a baby in her, keeping her tied to me for eternity.

She’s mine.

Mine.

All fucking mine.