Page 129 of Broken Mafia Prince
“And…”
“Wait, there’s more?!”
“I may have… offered him money to disappear.”
She drops her face into her hands with a dramatic sigh. “Please, tell me that’s all you did.”
“Well… maybe I did kind of threaten him, with my gun, and his family, and some choice words, but that’s beside the point.”
She rolls her eyes. “Okay…”
“Not that he had much of a choice. Teaming up with the Montanaris would’ve been suicide, and Alessandro was smart enough to see it. Once I laid out the consequences—losing markets, the docks, and eventually his family—he hesitated, weighing his options. But in the end, he reconsidered. Besides, he already knew. His family had regrets about the deal, realizing just how powerful the Gagliardis are. Offering to refund the money his family spent securing the marriage to you was the cherry on top. To be honest, I wish he had agreed faster. It took me some time to persuade him, especially to leave without ever seeing you again. But it was better that way. It saved us from a war that would have ended with his family being wiped out into oblivion. You’re mine, baby, and I wasn’t about to stand outside and let you marry someone else.”
Her eyes widen, clearly not expecting that. I’m not done yet.
“I’ll never let anything keep us apart. I don’t care if I have to empty every bank account I’ve got, or even scrape together the last quarter from my drawer, I’ll give it all up if it means keeping you.”
“Y-you—” She stumbles over her words, clearly at a loss.
“I don’t regret it.” I make sure she hears me loud and clear. “If he had turned down my offer, I wouldn’t have hesitated. Bullet in his head. No second thoughts about the war that would’ve started.”
She giggles. “You’re crazy.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re not mad?”
She moves in, shaking her head. “I think it’s really sweet what you did.” Her eyes soften, and there’s something in them that melts me. “I’ve had a lot of people say they’d do anything for me, but I’ve always known it was just talk. But you? You’ll actually do anything for me. Anything to have me?”
“You’re mine,” I say, my voice low and possessive. “Say it.”
She grins. “You’re mine.”
I tighten my hand around her neck, eyes narrowing just a bit, issuing a silent warning. “Giulia.”
“I’m yours.”
“Good girl.”
With my other hand, I reach across the bed for the box of condoms on the nightstand and grab one. I intend on going through a significant amount before the night is over. I can’t wait for the day I can fill her up without anything between us, but for now, with our lives so unstable, a baby wouldn’t be fair to anyone.
I don’t want to put Giulia in a situation where she even brings up the idea of getting rid of a child we create together. When she eventually gets pregnant, I want it to be something we both welcome with open arms. By then, we won’t have the Echelon Syndicate still hunting for us like animals, and I’ll have found a way to put a stop to the war between our families.
Even thinking of it sounds impossible. How am I single-handedly going to stop a war that I don’t know the cause of? It’s been so ingrained in me to hate the Montanaris that even thinking of Giulia sometimes feels like treachery.
All thoughts of our family feud go flying out the window when I look at the woman beneath me. This is where she belongs, in my bed with her lush hair spread over my pillows, back arched, offering me her hard nipples, eyes drowsy with desire, and pussy soaked for me.
I slip the condom on and position myself at her slippery entrance, dragging my flushed head through her slit until it taps against her clit.
She moans, spreading her legs wider for me. I grab her legs, toss them over my shoulders, and push into her. She bites down on her lower lip as I bury myself to the hilt. Fucking hell, it feels even better than the first time. The way her wet heat grips me is unreal.
It’s a struggle not to come just a few seconds inside her. I have to pause a moment and squeeze my eyes shut, trying and failing to not think about how amazing she feels.
“Fuck me, Raff,” she cries. “Please! I need you so bad.”
“You have me, baby,” I tell her, pushing my hips back. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” she breathes.
“Louder.”
