Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“You can’t just distract me with a present.”

“Open it.”

He looks so fucking pleased with himself. I stare at it for a long while. He can’t just fucking bribe me like this.

What’s in it?

I stick my finger inside the envelope, but it’s already open. I can’t imagine how a piece of paper is going to make me happy. A folded, pink paper falls out.

It’s a letter from the Robertson Beauty Academy.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Read it.”

“Dear Maya, on behalf of the Admissions Committee, it is my pleasure to welcome you into the Robertson Beauty Academy for the Hairdressing Program.” My voice trembles and breaks. “How did you do this?”

“Turns out, I know a guy who knows a guy whose wife works there.”

The paper shakes in my hands as I reread that sentence over and over. It’s one of the best schools in Montreal. The curriculum is better than anything I could’ve ever dreamed of.

“I can’t believe it.” Tears fall from my nose. “Why would you do something like this?”

Warmth glows from his hand, which smooths my cheek and wipes away my tears. “I want you to be happy.”

No one’s ever said that to me, even my own mother. Happiness was valued last over the MC and family.

“Why do you care?”

It’s just such an alien concept to me. I’m so used to seeing people treat their wives like crap that part of me believes this has to be a trick.

His gives me a chaste kiss on my forehead. “I want our kid to grow up in a happy home.”

He wants me to be happy.

I can’t believe he actually bought the courses for me-he remembered what I told him at the restaurant and got the classes. It’s such a sweet gesture that I have a hard time reconciling this with the man who blew away two men in front of me.

“Now you can follow your dreams.”

JOHNNY

Four a. m.

My favorite time of the day.

When midnight blue lightens into a color that reminds me of a deep coma, washing over the bed and the walls. Covering her skin in that coolness. My arm is snug around her waist, my palm resting over her smooth belly, just underneath where my kid is growing.

I shouldn’t have let him go.

It nags at me constantly. It’s the fucking reason I’m wide awake at this time, as she sleeps, oblivious. I prop my elbow on the pillow, watching as a strand of hair flutters over her nose. The ethereal blue light makes her look like stone, but she’s warm in my hand.

Sal says I fucked up by killing his two men, but how long was I supposed to tolerate his disrespect? The fucking bastard wanted my child dead. I wanted to kill him. I should have, but she begged me for her father’s life. The splinter in my chest aches like an infection. God, her loyalty reminded me of mine. I almost forgot what it was like to feel a sense of duty toward your father. He said jump, I jumped. Would have done anything-killed anyone for my dad.

My arm tightens around her waist, my hand anchoring over her hips. What would he say if he were alive right now, and he knew I fucked up the alliance he worked so hard to build?

Who gives a shit, right?

I look at her instead, and the rapid pace of my heart doesn’t exactly slow down, because it can’t when I’m around her. The hand around her waist dips lower, until I stroke the slit of her pussy, because she’s always naked in my bed. She stirs, smiling when she feels my hand between her legs.

Maya makes a bone-cracking sigh and turns around, giving me a nice view of her tits. Jesus. My cock hardens, blood rushing to it immediately.

“Go back to sleep, hon.”

She smiles when my arm curls around her back, her body sliding over mine. Fuck. Her hair is like a dark halo, and her lids open slightly. My skin tingles when she plants a kiss right on my neck and pulls back with a smile.

“I’m crazy about you. I even dream about you.”

“Yeah?”

She makes a sound and lets her head fall on my chest. I keep running my hands down her curves, my cock growing thicker. It wasn’t hard, making her fall for me. Those classes did the trick. I gave her what she always wanted, and she loves me for it. I can tell.

Sometimes I’ll be sitting down at the couch, and she’ll bring me a beer without me asking. Shit like that. I realized how much I missed this. Not just having someone do things for you, but also having someone to come home to. Someone to fuck all night, every night.

Maya’s still awake. I know it because she reaches down and grabs my cock, which is hard as a rock. Then I flip her over and nudge between her legs, and I’m thrusting inside her, slamming it home. Her screams echo in the apartment like music, and I just want to do this for the rest of my life. I fuck her until her throat tears as she begs for more. Her breath shakes out of her lungs with each thrust.

You’re mine. You’re mine.

I’m determined to coat her womb with my cum, just in case anything happens. I’d fucking knock her up again-and again. I want a family, and she wants me. She’s wrapped around my finger and I’ve got my dick wrapped in her cunt.

She arches her back and I finish inside her, euphoria slamming into my shoulders. The bed creaks as I fall forward, propped up by my elbows. The way she looks at me makes me feel weak, and I hate that fluttering feeling when she presses her lips to mine. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

She traces a finger over my chest, her eyes not quite meeting my gaze. For a few minutes there’s nothing except the sounds of our breathing. Hesitation makes her open and close her mouth.

Just fucking say it.

“What is it?”

It takes a few false starts before she finally looks at me and speaks.

“I never said thank you.” Anxious eyes slide over to mine.

It takes me a couple seconds to realize she’s talking about the classes I bought for her.

“You don’t need to thank me for that.”

“Yes I do.” Her brows furrow. “You’ve done so much for me without me even asking.”

Because I have selfish motivations. “You look like that bothers you.”

“It feels like you’re paying me off.”