Page 74 of Possessive Mafia Vows

Kyle is heavy on top of me. His face is close to mine, when he whispers in my ear, “You’re so fucking amazing, Sienna. My beautiful lioness. My love.”

“I meant what I said, Sienna. No pressure. The guest room is yours until you’re ready to leave the city and travel to Ireland.”

We’re sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen of Kyle’s apartment. We’re both wrapped in comforters. We’re both naked underneath.

I’ve lost track of time. The sky outside the window is still black despite the city lights adding their glow to the view, but a hint of gray is already seeping through. I’m sore and tender, every part of me still tingling from his touch.

Kyle kept his word. He fucked me and then fucked me some more.

Neither of us slept, and now we’re sipping black coffee in comfortable silence eating buttery scrambled eggs that Kyle made.

“Victoria sat right there eating toast with me one time.” He gestures with his eyes to the stool that I’m sitting on. “That’s when she first realized that I was in the car with you that New Year's Eve.”

He’s changing the subject before I can decline his offer to use the guest room.

“I wish I could go back to that night.”

“Kyle, don’t.” I set my fork down on the plate.

I’m ravenous, but even now, after all this time, I still find it difficult to eat whenever my memories of that night wriggle their way to the forefront of my mind.

“Sorry.” His expression crumples.

He’s like two different people at times. There’s the Kyle who blindfolds me and tells me to lick his dick, and then there’s this guy scrambling eggs and trying his hardest to put things right between us. I don’t know where the mafia lawyer fits into the equation.

“How soon do you want to leave? I need six hours’ notice to get the private jet ready. My mom and my sister are already in Ireland.” He opens his mouth to say more and closes it again.

“Where are they staying?”

I’ve met Moira and Emily. They’re lovely people, but Victoria didn’t mention that I’d be spending time with them too, and right now, I’m not sure that I can face speaking to anyone else. Especially Kyle’s mom. I feel like it’s my fault that the gallery got trashed, and although it’s highly unlikely that she’ll accuse me of negligence, it’s what I’ll be thinking every time I look at her.

“I can’t tell you.” Kyle pushes his eggs around the plate with his fork.

“Can’t?” I frown. “Or won’t?”

His smile reappears, and butterflies leap about inside my chest. “Can’t. It’s such a closely guarded secret that even her sons don’t know where she’s staying.”

“Will she be there for the holidays?”

“Aye.” There’s something he isn’t telling me.

“What’s going on, Kyle?”

Moira might be part of a mafia family, but I’ve seen the way she is with her sons and daughter. Family is everything to her. So, why is she spending the holidays in a secret location in another country? Then it dawns on me that perhaps she and Terry are separating, and my stomach churns for Kyle.

“Forget I asked,” I quickly add. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

Kyle is quiet, eating his eggs before they get cold. Finally, he says, “Something has happened to remind her of the past.” His voice is low. “A past that she has spent years trying to forget.”

“Is she alright?”

She’s surrounded by a team of security guards and four sons with the kind of connections that most people associate with movies likeThe GodfatherandGoodfellas, so I don’t understand why she chose to leave her family behind. During the holiday season.

“Sienna, you don’t need to worry about my mom.”

I hear him, but why do I still feel like he’s hiding something?

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