Page 18 of The Mafia Assassin’s Redemption (Mafia Obsession #2)

We still have collections today, and Cal has an important meeting to attend. Our empire is good right now, but expansion is always necessary. There’s a balancing act to go along with it. And I’ve done the legwork on that front.

The organization in question is clean and not affiliated with people we don’t like or people we don’t trust. Callahan needs to make the decision on whether to stay where we are or grow.

Knowing him, he’ll do it on a sight and conversation basis since I’ve given him a green light.

Dec will go with him instead of me because what I’ve been doing will need to be sped up. I’ve been following Harry’s uncle, making sure he’s not a threat in disguise.

I don’t trust anyone.

Not even her fucking uncle.

I wanted to spend today and tonight doing surveillance on him but now I think I’ll up the pressure. Because there’s a chance Salvatore or one of his people saw us today. I need to also put on a show with my less-than-willing bride.

The car pulls up to the curb.

“Get out and go inside.”

She crosses her arms. “No.”

The slight hesitation, the tiny beat that comes with her lips tightening, hooks deep into my kink and libido.

I don’t move. “Now or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“I regret everything about you. I’m good right here.”

“Have it your way.” I get out of the car and stalk to her side, opening the door. I don’t give her a chance to react. I just grab her arm and haul her out of the back seat and up the steps.

Inside the house, Arnold barks at me and Clawzilla hisses. I slant them both filthy looks.

We move through the house, Harry clawing at my hands as she tries in vain to break free.

When we reach my room, I push her inside, pull the door closed, and lock it behind me.

Harry stares at me, eyes big, wary as she backs away.

I follow her. “Take off your fucking coat.”

Shaking, she does so, the color in her cheeks deepening. I grab her chin and turn her face to me. She parts her red lips, eyes dilated.

She’s fucking turned on.

And she hates it.

Good.

“You fucking refuse to eat like you’re some kind of princess, then you fuck with Callahan’s wife and steal his gun.

Those things are immediate threats to your well-being.

And then you fucking stalk Salvatore.” I let her go and strip off my hoodie and T-shirt before pulling off my belt.

Seething, I fold it in half and snap it just to make her jump. And she licks her lips.

I don’t even think she realizes she does it.

How the fuck did she even find Salvatore? The girl he was with is part of some old, diminished crime family that’s still fucking loaded. I don’t even know the name, it’s so irrelevant.

“Did you know that girl?”

“W-what?”

My eyes narrow on her. “Did you know the fucking girl in the park?”

I coil the belt and drag her into the bathroom by her wrist.

Once we’re inside, I wrap my leather-bound hand around her throat and tear the dress off with my free hand, a startled gasp slipping from her trembling lips.

“Did you know her?”

“It was Londyn Toscano. Mom knew the family back in the day.”

Something hard hits. Mam had asked me to find someone to save her friend’s family. My memory’s deliberately hazy since I don’t let myself dwell on that for too long.

I’m guilty enough as it is.

I don’t need to remind myself of the fact if I’d let someone else do it, they’d all be alive.

“Keep away from all of them. The Toscano family and fucking Salvatore. If he’d seen you…

If Mikey hadn’t sent someone to follow you…

” I bury my face in her sweet hair that reminds me of a desecrated church, of ruins and rituals, spice and tangled exotic flowers.

The right kind of flowers, not the flowers that make my stomach roil. I breathe her in deep.

“He didn’t.” Her voice is strangled, thick, like she’s fighting attraction and courting her hate. The dynamic is deeply erotic and I’m hard as fuck.

“He might have. We’ll have to sell happy slave wife to him. Tell you what, I’ll even get you a ring.”

“I don’t want a ring, I don’t want?—”

“I don’t care about what you want.”

“Of course you don’t.” Her voice gets a little thready.

“No more ugly clothes. You’ll dress the part of a mafia wife, Harry. You’ll wear makeup and…” I straighten and pull the torn dress off her quivering body, exposing her cotton bra and panties, which I pull down to mid-thigh. “You’ll wear lace.”

“No.” It’s barely audible.

“Yes.” I reach over and grab her hairbrush. “And you’ll style your hair.”

I take the brush and smooth the sleek flat side over the tiny bruises on her ass, before suddenly striking her with it. She screams and the pink mark it leaves is gorgeous.

I do it again. And then again.

What I want to do is take her to the very edge of reason, to the edge of what she can tolerate. I don’t want her able to sit for a week without thinking of me.

But I take the brush and turn it, and holding the bristles, I carefully push the smooth handle into her cunt.

Harry shudders. “P-please…”

“Is that stop or more?”

She presses her lips together and her eyes start to close as I fuck her with the end of the brush.

“Eyes open and on me.”

Hate glitters in those tumultuous pools as she follows my order.

I push it in deeper so the bristles scrape light against the top of her thighs, making her entire body shudder. Her eyes roll back, head hitting the wall. I bend down, and letting go of her neck, I bite her ass as I slowly drag the handle out.

Then I straighten, and turning toward her, I lick the handle clean.

Fuck, she tastes divine. Her juices leave track marks around her inner thighs. I know she wants more; she has that orgasm sheen to her face. She watches me.

It’s easy to push her down to her knees. She practically falls onto them without my prompting. I free my cock. “Open your mouth.”

My dick’s hard and aching, my balls beyond blue with the need to come, and it’s not going to take much to do that.

This time, I don’t think I’ll stop myself. I’m so pent-up and ready to spray cum on her face. I start to pump, softly hitting her cheeks with my dick. My spine tingles as my balls get tighter still.

She opens her mouth wider, taking me deep.

I face fuck her hard, driving my dick deep so the tip hits the back of her throat.

I thrust faster and harder until the orgasm explodes out of me.

A groan of pleasure erupts as I spurt cum down her throat.

Some drizzles out of the corners of her mouth and it looks hot as fuck.

“Swallow,” I say.

I can practically see the debate over whether she should spit or swallow. But she does as she’s told. I pull her up, wiping her chin with my thumb and then sticking it in her mouth. Risky, but shockingly, she doesn’t bite it. “Good girl. Next time I’ll fuck your ass. And maybe I’ll let you come.”

“There won’t ever be a next time.”

I ignore her because she’s got zero credibility right now. She’ll do exactly what I want, when I want. She’s proven it over and over. “I’m going out and you’re going to be locked in here while I’m gone. Got it? ”

“You’re a fucking piece of shit.”

“Great. Glad we understand each other.”

I lean back in my seat in Cobble Hill, a local farm-to-table restaurant and bar, as I watch the exchange between Anthony Bianco and Amherst Bancroft, a white-collar tech criminal. I don’t know him, but I recognize him from the news.

It’s unusual to see Bianco, someone who claims he’s not “in the game.” He’s obviously a fucking liar. That or he just has a lot of criminal friends.

Bianco may be a merchant banker by trade, but his activities are more than a little questionable. And considering the fact that I’m supposed to be protecting his niece, I’m very interested in digging in deeper.

I’d also like to know what the fuck Bancroft’s involvement is. I haven’t figured that out yet, but I will.

To protect Harry, I’ll do anything.

When they part ways, I walk over to Bianco and sit across from him.

“I’ve got a gun in my pocket, but I can think of about ten ways to kill you right here without it.

So maybe you want to start talking about what fucking business you have with Bancroft.

” I pull out the piece of paper I found in the bar last night.

“And we can start with what you know, if anything, about this.”

All color leeches from his face.

And my stomach free falls into my shoes.

Maybe this time I’ll actually have to kill a member of her family and become the person she thinks I really am.

I pin him in place with a cold stare .

“Amherst Bancroft?”

He swallows. “I’m a merchant banker and he’s a client.”

“If you hurt Harry or plan on doing anything that jeopardizes her safety, I will end you. Right here at the fucking table with nothing more than the fork on your plate.” I fold my arms over my chest and sit back. “You have two minutes to convince me that won’t happen. Starting… now.”