His Mafia Princess (Family First #1) (3 page)

Chapter Six

He was thankful when told Alessandra was okay and healing. Gregorio didn’t get frustrated. He didn’t get upset either, but he was feeling both in the last many hours because she wasn’t waking like they said she should.

Gregorio looked to his oldest friend, his second, and nodded. When her father asked him to bring the SUV around, he sent Tony instead. “I won’t leave you two open to attack. I’m the best, and I’m remaining with you, sir.”

Giovanni gave Gregorio a look that would make any lesser man quiver but not him. “She knows everything,” the older man said. “That fucking bastard told her everything, and now she’s afraid of me. Me, her father.” The man shook his head.

“I wish she could have been kept in the dark.” Gregorio himself had wanted to keep Alessandra from finding out what the family business was. He had wanted to keep her pure so he would be able to have that light in his life, but perhaps it was better that she did know. Perhaps it was good that she knew because now he didn’t have to hide from her. Now he would be able to share everything with her. Maybe he would thank the Russian Boss when he cut his head off.

Gregorio saw Alessandra being rolled out of her room and winced. She looked pale, exhausted, and her eyes were red and swollen from her tears. It tore him up inside to know she had been crying. He was soft when it came to her, he realized. His friend was right. He did have far more emotions than what he felt when it came to Alessandra.

“Hello, Alessandra.” Gregorio wanted to reach out and touch her, but he didn’t. He felt something deep inside of her clench when she gave him a watery smile. Her dark, forest green gaze turned to him. When she nodded and gave him a whispered
hello
he knew he would do anything to get that look off of her face.

Taking position in front of her, he walked them out of the hospital and knew that Tony was bringing up the rear. It went against everything in him to give his back to anyone, but this was Alessandra. He wanted to be out in front so he could see any danger that might come her way. He refused to let her be hurt again.

Seeing the SUV parked in front, he nodded for the men to fan out for the protection of Alessandra. Once that was seen to, he went to her side. Holding his hand out for her, he nodded. “Alessandra, let me help you?” When she nodded, he reached down and scooped her out of the wheelchair. With her side being wrapped, he had to take care of how he held her. He was sure she would be up and mobile by tomorrow, just maybe not as fast as typical.

“Thank you, Gregorio,” Alessandra whispered in his ear so no one but him could hear. Her breathy thanks went straight to his cock. He wanted her, and he would have her one day soon.

“My pleasure.” He put her in the backseat and buckled her up. And it was his pleasure, very fucking much so. When he pulled back, he took a lock of her hair and stroked it. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. Shaking out of the feelings he was having, Gregorio stepped back and moved so her father could get into the vehicle as well.

He closed the door behind the Boss and moved around to the front so he could drive. He refused to let anyone else get her home, not after he had almost lost her.

****

Her heart was still racing after Gregorio picked her up and transferred her to the SUV. He always had a way of making her all but melt into a puddle. However, when he picked her up as if she didn’t weigh an ounce, it had her realizing Greg was even more dangerous than she had already believed. She knew what Vasily had said about Gregorio and how he wanted to marry her to take over her father’s empire, business, whatever it was called. She also knew he had looked at her the same way she felt about for him for the last two years. She wasn’t sure what had changed it for him, but she had always felt deeply for him.

She felt safe with him, however. She felt safer with Greg then she had ever felt with anyone. She was behind him in the SUV and watched him. She ached to reach out and touch his hair as he had touched hers. It was a dark blond color and styled in a crew cut. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t so short that a woman couldn’t grab his hair and pull him close either.

He had the looks of an all-American boy next door with his blond hair and ice blue eyes. However, the tattoos covering his arms had her wondering where else he had them hidden. She had only glimpsed the ones on his arms because he had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt one day when her mother was alive. He did it so he could help her with the roses she was trying to wrangle into place.

He might act as if he didn’t have any kindness in him, but she had caught glimpses of it from time to time. When she looked toward the front window, she caught his gaze in the rear view mirror and blushed. She had been caught ogling him. Great. She was sure she was just a child in his eyes, one so naïve she didn’t even know what her father truly did for a living.

However, instead of seeing a look of laughter, she saw something else. She saw in his eyes a heated hunger that couldn’t be masked. She was shocked by that look and couldn’t turn away from him. When he pulled his eyes from hers, she had to shift slightly in her seat because of how wet that singular look made her. She was so screwed when it came to this man, but she couldn’t seem to find it in her to care. She liked him, a great deal no matter what he had done in his life.

When they got home, he once more was at her side and lifted her easily from the seat. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and laid her head on her own arm. She inhaled scents that were all Gregorio, the smell of leather and Drakkar Noir. He smelled so good.

Her thumb lightly stroked against the side of his neck without conscious thought as to what she was doing. She was surprised when he mounted the steps and headed up toward the bedrooms. “Do you know which one is mine?” Holy crap, had she really just say that to him?

“Yes, Alessandra, I know which one yours is.” His deep baritone voice rumbled against her side and had her wanting to whimper. She was so going to have to change her panties and take a cold shower, not in that order, of course, because of what he did to her.

When he settled her down on the bed in her room, he asked, “Do you need to go anywhere else?”

“No, I will be able to handle it from here, promise.” Yes, her side hurt, but she would survive. Besides, there was no way she would ask him to take her into the bathroom, not when she might actually ask him to strip down and join her in the shower. When he walked out, she felt the loss of him in her space. She sighed and got up so she could get cleaned up, wincing as she moved.

Chapter Seven

It had been hell to walk away from Alessandra. Leaving her there on her bed took a willpower he didn’t know he had. He met with her father in his study and said, “Do you need me for anything else, sir?”

“I saw the way you looked at her,” Giovanni said and watched him.

Gregorio clenched his jaw tightly. “She’s an adult. Don’t you think it’s time we broke it to her that I want to marry her, and you’ve told me I could?”

“She’s my child. I want to keep her as my little girl for as long as possible. Besides, don’t you think she’s still a little too young?”

She was twenty, and he was thirty-three. He didn’t think that was a big deal. Yes, she was young, but she was everything he wanted and more. She was who he had been lusting after since he saw her naked at sixteen, and every woman he had fucked since then had to remind him of her.

“If you have nothing else for me, sir, I need to meet with the men coming in.” There was a moment’s hesitation before Greg added, “No, sir, no I don’t believe she’s too young. She’s a fully grown woman with a mind of her own. She knows what she wants and needs in life and has for a long time.”

“She’s my baby. However, you are correct. She’s an adult. I will trust her.” The old man took a deep breath before asking, “Where are you going to set the men up at?”

“At the club. They will be able to easily park their motorcycles and have access to the whores.”

“Good idea. Tell the girls to give them what they want as long as it doesn’t cause them to bleed or scar,” Giovanni Falco, or The Boss as everyone else called him, murmured.

“Of course,” Gregorio said. “I will get them settled, sir, and then I will return.”

“There is no need. We have guards. I know you have far more to do than stay here.” There was a pause, and when Giovanni Falco spoke again, he said, “Like finding those Russian bastards that took Alessandra.”

Gregorio bowed and nodded. He hated being told what to do by the Boss, but until he took over he had to bow to the man’s wishes.

He wasn’t surprised to see Tony waiting for him by their bikes. Sure he could have taken the SUV, but he needed to ride, and he needed it now. “Let’s go to the club. I need my dick sucked so I can blow off some steam before I kill that motherfucker now.” In his mind, Gregorio knew he was going to be the next Boss, but it wasn’t going to be soon enough. He needed Alessandra more than anyone could possibly know.

“That might be bad at the moment. It will be best if you wait until we have everyone where we need them.” For the last year, they had been slowly moving men that were loyal to Gregorio into positions of power so that if he had to kill Giovanni they would already be in place.

“Good point,” Gregorio said with a sigh. He hated when his friend made sense. He got onto his bike and started it up. The loud rumble made him smile. He wondered what Alessandra would think of riding bitch on his motorcycle. He then took off with Tony behind him.

****

When they arrived at The Club, Gregorio saw both biker clubs there. Typically, there would be fighting within different organizations. These two were unique, however. They were unique because they were born from the same massive club and both were under him.

Getting off his bike, he smiled at the two men that approached him. “Jack.” He shook the man’s hand and patted him on the back. “Snake,” he said to the other man and did the same. “Come on, let’s get inside and get us a drink.”

“Love the way you think, Gregorio,” said Snake with a shit eating grin on his face. The four men walked into The Club, and every single eye in the place turned to them. Gregorio nodded to the bartender and took a seat with the three men he came in with near the front of the dance floor.

When the music changed slightly, Gregorio smiled. “Snake, you haven’t seen Leona yet. You are going to love her.” The woman was beautiful, her skin as dark as midnight. Her breasts were large and perky thanks to plastic surgery, same with her ass. Gregorio had fucked that ass more than once in fact. However, now that he thought about it, he hadn’t fucked anyone in the last two years, not since Alessandra became legal. God dammit.

Leona did what she was good at though and had more than one man panting over her. She moved in front of them. There were pasties on her breasts with hanging tassels and her clit was pierced. He took a drink of his whiskey and watched as she rubbed that piercing.

Snake laughed and moved so that his hands were on the stage. “Fucking hell she’s perfect.” Snake was as white as they came, his skin covered in tattoos and his ears with piercings that ran all along the edges. Gregorio watched Snake pull her closer and put his mouth on her cunt. Gregorio laughed. “Been a while, Snake?”

Snake paused in his feasting of the girl’s pussy and looked over at Gregorio. “Damn Greg, you know I could never turn down a perfect pussy like this one.” He turned back to the woman and smiled. “Later, later I’m going to tear you the fuck up.” When the woman laughed, Snake moved back to his seat.

“So the Russians made their move?” Jack asked. “They took Alessandra. How she doing?”

“She’s good. She has burns on her side where the fuckers pressed cattle prods to her over and over again.” Gregorio found himself clenching his fists as he spoke. “She’s home now, resting.”

“So it was a call to war, wasn’t it?”

“It was. They didn’t have nearly enough men there to protect their Boss, who had a clear escape plan, so it was a move that was created only to incite war.”

“What can we do to help?” Snake asked.

This was what Greg had been working for all of his life, finding those that were loyal to him and ensuring his place was secured. “How many chapters have you combined?”

“Nine. The West Coast Slashers are going to be an issue,” Jack said and waved off a woman that was going to give him a lap dance.

“Don’t worry. We will take care of them when this is over with.”

“Personally, Boss?” Jack asked.

“No, I’ll be handling things here. You can take Monty’s head and put it on a pike if you want to. That fucker has had his death coming for a while.”

“That he has. He and his boys started taking girls from their homes and sending them to buyers outside of the US.”

“Skin trading?”

“Yeah. Fuckers should know better, but they don’t. It’s time to make a statement and use them to make it.”

“Good.” Snake spoke this time. “I have no issue skinning my enemy, but I draw the line at taking kids and selling them. Now if they happen to want to start fucking for money, we are good with it, but only if they are of age.” They had rules. They had a code they all worked by and while the government wanted to paint them as child stealing rapists they weren’t. They were killers, no questions on that one, but women and children were off limits. Well, that was unless the woman tried to kill you first.

“We need to make a plan. While Giovanni wants this man dead, he doesn’t want them dead fast enough for my peace of mind. They touched her,” Greg said.

“I would be like that too if it were my old lady,” Jack said with a grin.

“You don’t have an old lady, asshole.” Snake leaned back, holding his glass up to signal he wanted more.

“I don’t have an old lady no, but I know I would keep her safe and kill any motherfucker that so much as looked sideways at her,” Jack said. “Especially one like Alessandra. She’s…” He paused and then looked at Gregorio. It was obvious he knew he was on a very thin sheet of ice with even saying something that even seemed like he wanted Alessandra. “Yours,” he said to Gregorio with a bow of his head.

“She will be. She’s not yet, but very soon. Giovanni is dragging his heels on allowing me to marry her.” Gregorio smiled and looked around. “Ah, Candy is here. Boys, we’ll make plans a bit later.” If only Gregorio could slake the need he had, but all he could think of was Alessandra. She was all he had been able to think of for far too fucking long, and the blue balls he had proved it.

“I think I’m going to go and find someone to fuck as well,” Jack said for both him and Snake.