Danger
Mafia Ties #2
Fiona Davenport
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Danger
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Devotion
Books By This Author
About the Author
Danger
Mafia Ties #2
Anna Martin was looking for a nanny position, but she found more than she bargained for when she fell for single dad Nic DeLuca. When she finds out he’s a mafia boss, her head tells her to run but her heart tells her to stay. With his baby girl in the hospital, Anna stands by her man in his time of need. But when danger swirls around them, will they manage to find happiness together?
Please note: Nic & Anna’s romance is a three part story, but there are no relationship cliffhangers.
Love is not blind,
it sees more not less;
but because it sees more,
it chooses to see less.
~Unknown~
Chapter 1
Anna
Waking up to sunlight streaming through the window, and the other side of the bed still empty, was a disappointment—a major one. Nic hadn't told me much about the work he did, but if it was going to keep him from being able to sleep, either with or without me, then maybe I needed to push him into letting me help. Somehow. With whatever I could. When Sophia was at school during the day, I had hours upon hours to myself with nothing to do since Nic had a cleaning staff who already kept his home in pristine condition.
As I left his bed and headed to my room to grab a robe, I was determined to find Nic and make him open up to me about whatever it was at work that was weighing so heavily on his shoulders. After a quick peek into Sophia's room to make sure she was still asleep, I headed downstairs, hoping to find him in his office. The doorbell rang as my feet hit the bottom step, so I headed towards the door instead. When I opened it to find a gorgeous but disheveled redhead standing there, I didn't like it. Not even a little bit.
It might make me a cavewoman, but the thought of another woman thinking she had the right to come knocking on Nic’s door this early in the morning didn't sit well with me. I was already feeling defensive when she blatantly looked me up and down, her green eyes flaring with a hint of humor I didn't understand. I expected her to make some kind of disparaging remark about me, but nothing could have prepared me for what she actually said.
"The word is spreading about you. But, I have to say, you aren't what I expected. You seem awfully innocent to be with the ruthless, gun-running head of the local mafia."
Ruthless?
Gun-running?
Mafia?
Say what now?
"Oh, shit," she muttered, her eyes filling with contrition. "You didn't know."
I shook my head back and forth, trying to convince myself it wasn't true even as my mind started putting all the pieces together. The late meetings, literally at all hours of the night, when no respectable businessman would be doing anything work related unless it was a call overseas to Japan or something. The guys in dark suits with bulges under their coats that in hindsight looked a lot like gun holsters. The careful way the staff at the school treated Sophia, which I'd attributed to her health. The air of deference from people when they spoke to Nic, with a hint of fear underneath it.
I'd made excuses for it all, refusing to believe the truth staring me straight in the face. Love had blinded me.
Love.
Oh, crap. I'd somehow managed to turn into a double cliché. Not only was I the nanny who'd fallen for her single-dad boss, but I was also the good Catholic girl who'd given her virginity to the head of the Italian mafia. What had I been thinking? Then I felt Nic's heat as he came up behind me and I was reminded of the fact that I couldn't think when he was around. I couldn't because I was too busy being overwhelmed by him.
"Carly," he growled, anchoring his arm around my waist and squeezing tight when I tried to wiggle away. "It's good to see you didn't flee town after what happened with Bran, but I don’t appreciate you speaking to my fiancée about things which don't concern you."
Fiancée? I glanced down at my ring finger just to make sure I hadn't missed something overnight. I didn't find a ring there, but I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd slipped one on me while I'd been sleeping. He was so darn high-handed. A trait which was sure to be immensely helpful since he ran an illegal empire, but not so much when it came to how he handled me. Even if I let him get away with it each and every time. A little huff escaped my lips, and his fingers dug into my waist as he tugged me even closer to his body.
"Look," the woman bit out, her attention wholly focused on Nic. I was surprised to find no sign of fear or deference from her. In fact, she looked irritated. "I didn't have to come here and warn you, but I wasn't sure Bran would do it since the asshat seems to think I'm aligned with my da. You need to fill the moat, lift the drawbridge, and keep the dragons circling your castle if you want to keep your queen and princess safe."
My eyes widened at her description, drawing her gaze to mine before she turned back to Nic. "And you might want to fill your queen in on what her life is going to be like before she gives you another little princess. Being kept in the dark about what's going on around you sucks ass. And it doesn't keep you safe." She glowered at Nic, a deep pain filling her eyes. "If anything, it makes it hurt more when you're dragged into the harsh reality of our world."
"Her situation is nothing like yours, Carly. Your father and I are two very different people."
"I hope so. For her sake and mine," she whispered, turning away and heading for the stairs.
"Carly, wait!" Nic barked out, dragging me with him as he followed after her.
She paused on the bottom step. "What? You and I both know I need to get out of here before my da comes looking for me."
"Let me help. I can keep you safe from him."
"I won't be safe until he's dead." Her reply was filled with a defeated certainty. "By now my brother is sure to have told him what I've done. There's no going back for me."
"Let me help you hide. I have resources available to me that you don't have access to."
"I wish I could say yes, Nic. I really do." With as tired as she sounded, I didn't have a hard time believing she wanted nothing more than to take the assistance Nic was offering. Watching her standing there, I wanted it for her too. "But we both know my da isn't the only man with a grudge who's going to be looking for me. And if you're the one hiding me, Bran is sure to find me."
"Can you blame him? You
shot the man. Dammit, Carly, you could have killed him."
She'd shot someone? I'd never even handled a gun. What had I gotten myself involved in?
"If I'd wanted him dead, I wouldn't have shot him in the thigh."
"Bran told me your gun only went off because you were startled when your brother shot at you."
Brothers shooting at sisters? Seriously, how had I found myself in the middle of a daytime soap opera?
"I might have been surprised, but I'm damn good with a gun, and those skills were probably the only thing that kept your precious Bran alive. Feel free to tell him he owes my da for all those lessons at the range."
"What in the hell happened between you and Bran?"
That was an answer I'd love to have heard since I'd been pulled into this drama. Unfortunately, it looked like it wasn't one I was going to get anytime soon.
"None of your damn business." Those were her parting words because she took off at a sprint down the street.
Damn, the girl was fast. But Nic was just as quick, because I found myself lifted off my feet, carried into the house, and placed onto the couch in the living room, in what felt like the blink of an eye.
He sat down next to me, leaning over, his face close to mine. "We need to talk." I pushed against his chest, trying to get out from under him, my mind a jumbled mess after everything I'd just heard. What I'd just learned about him. My Nic was a mobster. It was almost impossible to believe. He was into bad stuff, illegal stuff. Things about which I had zero clue because he'd kept me in the dark.
"We'll talk," he promised, his hand sliding under my robe and up my inner thigh. "After."
"After?" I stuttered, my breath hitching when he sank two fingers inside me.
"After you come on my hand, in my mouth, and on my cock."
I pushed against his chest again, even as my legs widened slightly, giving him better access to my body. "I'm angry with you, Nic. And hurt. And a little scared."
He stilled over me, staring down at me with pain filled eyes. "I will never hurt you, mia dolce. Never."
It was a heartfelt vow, and I believed him. It might make me the most naïve person on the planet, but I knew deep in my bones that Nic didn't mean me any harm.
"I know," I whispered softly, one hand sliding up his chest to cup his cheek. "But I'm still unbelievably angry with you."
"Then take your anger out on my body, Gianna, and let me show you exactly how sorry I am."
"But-" I tried to protest. Despite everything, my body responded to his dark tone. A quick twist of his wrist had his fingers rubbing against my G-spot and any coherent thought fled my brain.
With expert strokes, he drove me higher and higher until I was fulfilling the first part of his promise, coming on his hand. Then he dropped to his knees, lifting my legs over his shoulders, and his mouth latched on to me. He ate at me like he was starving—licking and sucking while he held my hips down so I couldn't move. It wasn't until I'd come twice more that he lifted his head. I saw my wetness glistening on his beard before he wiped it against my belly, bared as the robe had parted wide down the middle. Then he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. It was hard and bobbed thickly against his stomach.
Without any preamble, he lifted my hips into the air, lining us up and driving inside of me. Sensitive from my orgasms, I felt every inch of him as he slid against my drenched heat. He was so big, my body had to stretch to take him all. Somehow, I was both uncomfortable and excited at the same time. Then he pulled out, only to thrust back in and my mind blanked as he pounded into me. Deep and hard. I'd thought he'd been rough with me the night before, but it was nothing compared to the way he was taking me now. Like he owned me, and my body loved it. I was caged between his muscular body and the couch, writhing in ecstasy, and even with what I knew about him, it felt like exactly where I belonged. When his mouth dropped down to mine, claiming it in a searing kiss, I was thrown over the edge once again, taking him with me.
Chest heaving, on a panting breath, Nic growled, "Now we can talk. And you'll listen to me, with my come filling your pussy."
Chapter 2
Nic
Gianna’s face was already flushed from the multiple orgasms, but her cheeks darkened with a blush at my words. I brushed a finger softly over the pink tinge, and my dick began to harden again. I was enchanted with my Gianna and her beauty, inside and out. My finger continued to trail down her silky skin, through the parted center of her robe and pushing each side open wider until I bared her perfect tits completely. She was such a contradiction, an innocent with a body made for sin.
“Nic, you said we would talk—oh gosh.” My lips wrapped around one stiff, pink nipple and she moaned. My cock was completely hard again, stretching her sweet pussy and I felt an undeniable desire to fill her with my seed one more time.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, my lips whispered over the skin around it as I spoke. “We will, bellissima. But first, I’m going to fuck you again and make sure you’re full of me.” I started to move again, slowly at first, working her up into a frenzy of need. “I want your body to know who owns it, to greedily hold my come inside until it takes root and you’re carrying my baby.”
Her eyes widened, but then they rolled back in her head as I sped up and swiveled my hips. I groaned at the sensations rocketing through me. “Do you feel that, Gianna? Your pussy gripping me tight, milking me, begging me to come?”
My mouth returned to her generous tits and I alternated, taking each one in my mouth, opening wide to fit as much in as possible. My hips started a punishing rhythm and in no time, she was at the edge. Slipping a hand in between us, I pinched her clit, hard. She broke apart, and I covered her mouth with mine to swallow her screams. One last thrust and I drove in so deep, I bumped her cervix, feeling her womb welcome the hot jets of semen pouring from my cock. “Fuck!” I gritted out, trying to keep myself from shouting my release. “That’s it. Take it all Gianna. Every last drop.”
I needed her to be pregnant. I craved the sight of her swollen belly as much as the sight of my ring on her finger. I collapsed on top of her, holding my weight up on my elbows so I didn’t crush her. I touched my forehead against hers for a moment, then kissed her eyelids, her nose, and then her mouth.
She melted into the kiss for a second, then stiffened and began to push against my chest again. I sighed and levered myself up so I could look her in the face. I did not, however, pull out of her. Instead, I kept her pinned to the couch with my hips, my cock still semi-hard, sealing her entrance to keep my come inside her.
“You’re not going anywhere, mia dolce,” I growled. “You’re right where you belong, and we both know it. No matter what I do, who I am, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.”
She wiggled as if to test my theory that she couldn’t get away from me, but it only served to change the angle, so I slid even deeper inside her. She bit her lip, the skin around it turning white as she held back a moan.
“Bu—but, you’re a criminal,” she stuttered quietly. She was always guileless, her thoughts and emotions clearly projected on her face. Her tone was filled with confusion, but it was less about what I am and more about her reaction to it. Or rather, her lack of reaction. She was obviously fighting against her instinct to accept me and the instincts of the good little Catholic girl she was raised to be.
“Life is not black and white, Gianna. The gray fills the vast majority, and, it’s where I live my life. I may do things that are illegal, or some would find morally questionable, but I was raised to be an honorable man and there are lines I will not cross. I also make sure none of my people cross them either. I have to lead, to be seen as strong and unbreakable. Sometimes that requires more force than others. I will always, always, protect you and Sophia, as well as the rest of my family.” Her eyes were searching mine as she listened intently, and I could see she was looking for something in my words to justify my actions enough that she could accept me without guilt.
I shook my head. “I am who I am, mia dolce, and I know you love me. So, stop looking for an excuse to follow your heart and just do it.” I lowered my head so our noses were almost touching. “I won’t let you go, Gianna,” I growled. “Even now, you could be carrying my baby and as soon as I can, I’ll be putting a ring on your finger, so everyone out there knows you’re mine too.”
“You can’t simply decide I’m going to marry you and start walking around referring to me as your fiancée, Nic.” Her lips firmed into a straight line, a defiant expression on her face. But, the effect had been ruined by the tiniest softening of her green eyes at the mention of having my baby.
I grinned. “Now, we both know that’s not true. Besides”—I raised an eyebrow—“what will your parents think if you’re pregnant and unmarried?”
Her jaw dropped a little, her mouth forming a round O of surprise. It was adorable, and I couldn’t help but kiss her cute little nose. When I pulled back, I could see the fucking guilt still lingering in her eyes and it pissed me off. However, I knew I had to tread carefully and I decided she needed to know what was truly in my heart.
“Carly was right, you know.”
Gianna’s brows furrowed and the fingers she’d had resting against my chest suddenly curled into my shirt in a possessive hold, and I had to fight a smile at the display of jealousy. I was getting another glimpse of my tigress, and it was sexy as fuck. I shifted as I began to harden again, and we both moaned. Fucking hell. I would never get enough of her.
“You are my queen. And just like the royalty on a chess board, this king needs his queen to protect him. I’ve given you my heart to guard, Gianna.”
Her beautiful green eyes filled with emotion, although there was still an air of wariness about her. I was tempted to fuck her until she admitted that she loved me, but I knew our family would be awake soon and I didn’t want anyone but me seeing Gianna this way.
I pulled out of her slowly, my erection dragging against her walls and almost convincing me to take the chance of being discovered. But, I preferred not to scar my baby girl and put her in therapy because there were some things you just couldn’t unsee.
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