Conquered by the Mafia Boss

I’m so stunned to see him here that I’m convinced it’s a figment of my imagination. “Tony? How-what about the ambush?”

“They were just low-level street thugs. They backed off once they knew who they were dealing with and told us where to find you.”

I can’t believe it. My heart swells inside my chest as I realize that Tony is really here.

“Vincent, she’s mine! Her baby is mine! Don’t do this!”

“Shut him up.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Tommy sinks his fist between Rafael’s ribs and he sputters with blood. Tony quickly cuts the duct tape from my hands and feet. A vicious surge of vengeance courses through my limbs.

“Let me do it. I want to.”

Tony’s face darkens. “No wife of mine is going to be an accomplice to murder.”

“Vince, you still got my room at the deli?” Tommy’s voice trembles with excitement.

The New York boss crosses his arms, looking angrier than I’ve ever seen him. “Yeah,” he responds. “Tony, is that okay with you?”

“Let me take care of him, Tony.”

I glance at Tommy, whose excited face shines with bloodlust.

Tony doesn’t seem to be listening to them. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me out of the chair, wrapping around me so tightly that I think he’ll never be able to let go.

“We’ll wait outside,” Tommy says in a different voice.

Once the door shuts, he lets out a strangled gasp. “What the fuck did you do to me, Elena?”

He pulls my face toward his roughly and kisses me, tongue spearing through my mouth in a dance that makes my chest heat.

When he finally breaks away, I see tears swimming in his eyes.

* * *

Nothing feels the same anymore.

I think that to myself as I pace around Tony’s apartment, waiting for him to come home. The charges against him were mysteriously dropped following the disappearance of Rafael. He left the motel with Tommy and the others, probably to torture the bastard before he killed him.

I find that I don’t really mind much.

It’s just hard for me to accept that things are finally getting back to normal.

The door opens.

The sound used to terrify me.

His deep footsteps creak over the floorboards, and I get up from the armchair in the living room, twisting my ring around my finger.

Tony gives me a heart-stopping smile the moment he sees me tiptoeing into the foyer. His smell envelops me as he wraps an arm around my waist, hand curving protectively over my small baby bump. His coarse cheek scratches mine as he turns his face to tease me with his lips. Sparks travel down to my thighs.

He grasps me in his arms, pulling back to look at me with a smile I’ve never seen on him.

“Baby, I’m out.”

Out? Out of patience? Out of what?

A tentative smile creeps over my face when he laughs. Geez, I’ve never seen him like this.

“Johnny let me go. He let me go, Elena!”

He’s out of the Mafia.

“Oh my God.” Joy soars through my chest and tears spring to my eyes. “Really?”

“It’s just me, you, and the baby now. I’m done with the life.”

I bite my lip anxiously. Back home, I knew the rules. You don’t leave the Mafia after signing up. It’s a life of service or death.

“How?”

He shrugs. “I told him Tommy could take my place.”

“Johnny wasn’t happy with everything that went down. He didn’t take the threat to my life seriously, and word is getting out about it. No one respects a boss like that, you know? He wanted to get rid of me-to transfer me to another family, but I told him I just wanted out. So I got out.”

I can’t believe it. We’re so lucky. “So-so what are you going to do now?”

A hand slips down my jeans, pushing aside the fabric of my panties as he slowly strokes me. I gasp into his chest as a smirk widens his face.

“Right now, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

His face is filled with joyous energy as he suddenly lifts me into his arms. “Before I do, though, I wanted to ask you something.”

I cling to his shoulders, smiling. “What?”

“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

He sets me down over the bed, and I try to suppress a smile. “We’re married, Tony.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t real.” He bends over, planting his arms on either side of me as heat curls over my breasts from his fuck-me gaze.

“When you say ‘yes,’ I want you to mean it.”

“I meant it then and I mean it now. I love you and I want you to fuck me. Is that good enough for you?”

Heat blazes through his eyes and the smirk tugs at his full lips.

It strikes me how things come full circle. My infatuation with bad boys could’ve landed me with another bad egg, but I got lucky. I got him.

He seals his lips against me and heat blazes through my chest. For the first time in a long time, I’m optimistic about the future. If he’s in it, I know I’ll be all right.