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  “Daddy,” Mia speaks into the phone, “If I really have to marry some random mob guy, can’t I have this one? He’s awful strong.”

  It seems a little unfair, ambushing Lucas Moretti that way. But, hey. How many times do you get to put one over on a crime boss? And, what’s he going to do if I become his son-in-law?

  Of course, she can still turn me down. In which case, I’ll most likely be in the trunk of a car in the desert before sunset.

  For the formality of it, I get down onto one knee “Considering that I am hopelessly and insanely in love with you, mafia princess and sex witch, Mia Moretti, would you do me the immeasurable honor of putting me at the top of the list of people you’re not not going to marry?”

  She covers her mouth with her hand and tells me, “You, random mob guy, are a total ass,” but she can’t keep from laughing. So I’m guessing that’s a ‘yes.’

  My van is still at the back of the store. Mia’s SUV is out front. I have the little Toyota.

  So, the two biggest crime bosses in the city, Lucas Moretti and Liam O’Malley are coming to meet us and a chorus of Elvi at the Little Less Conversation Little More Action drive-in Wed-O-Rama, and we have to choose from the lamest collection of wedding cars ever assembled.

  So, with her looking frankly fucking fantastic in her ivory wedding gown and my black leather jacket, me in black Levis and a black shirt, she climbs up on the back of my Harley Davidson Sportster and we rock up to our wedding and extremely noisy motorbike.

  Liam takes over the most upmarket restaurant in the Kingpin, and plays a gracious host to Lucas Moretti and holds a reception for both of their families. My mam flew back to Boston just a few days ago, so we have to make do with a FaceTime appearance form her, during which she assures me, in front of everybody, that she will whup me ‘Within an inch of his life’ for getting married without her.

  But I know that as soon as they meet, she and Mia will be an unbreakable force and a coven of two.

  Mia’s brother Giovani is at the Kingpin.

  He tells Mia, “Little sis. I was just trying to look out for you. Dad wanted to hand you over to Drago, and I couldn’t see you wanting that. I wanted to find you before he did. Or before whoever Dad sent to bring you back did. Turns out, being hunted by this guy wasn’t all that bad for you.”

  I know he’s pissed about his Ferrari, but we won’t talk about that now.

  Liam’s sons and their wives all come to the reception, including Mia and Giovani’s sister Guilietta, who is married to Peter. She and Lucas Moretti make a tearful reunion.

  Lucas looks around the room, full of O’Malleys, and he says, “Looks like a goddamned takeover bid. But I have a hunch this could help patch things over between the families.”

  So, against all the odds, I found a use for the bridal suite at the Kingpin.

  At the earliest possible instant, I whisk Mia up to the penthouse suite, with a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other.

  We’re locked in a hot kiss in the elevator. We stumble down the hallway wrapped together, and we don’t break as we roll into the suite.

  “You’re not going to carry me over the threshold in Marble Manor?”

  My hands go straight up her dress. She’s undoing my belt and my jeans as our wet mouths interlock, again and again. “Not right now.” I tell her, “There are thresholds in Boston I’ll be happy to carry you over, though.” I’m feeling her drenched panties. “God, you taste good.”

  Between gasps, she says, “You have a family? I can’t wait to meet them. Are they all tall and strong like you?”

  She has my cock out, in her hands. Her tongue flicks around her lips. My fingers are inside her panties. My other hand is inside the dress, on fondling and squeezing her tit.

  Her hand strokes and squeezes my hard cock while her other hand claws at the hard cheek of my ass and up my thigh. “No,” I tell her, “I’m the runt. All the others are giants. Gods and goddesses to a man and woman.”

  Her lips are on my neck. My chest as she pulls my cock between her legs. “Amazing. I thought you just popped out of a mob guy cookie cutter.”

  I press up inside and feel her rock as I tell her, “I’m going to eat your pussy and suck you till you scream and gush and beg me to stop.”

  She moans. “Well, as long as you don’t mind me gobbling your cock all the way down my throat while you do it.”

  “That can work.” She squeals as I lift her by her waist, spin her and sling her thighs over my shoulders. “Can you reach from there?”

  But, before I’ve got my tongue slicing up through the wings of her cunt and slipping up into the well of her dark honey, I feel her wet mouth slurp and tug on my cock.

  It’s hard to concentrate when she sucks and pulls so sinfully and amazingly on me. I almost come. Especially when she starts to rock her face up and down into my groin. With her breath between the tops of my thighs and all around my balls, and her fingers as they sneak sand snake into my ass, I’m crouching to put strain on my thighs and keep myself present.

  Otherwise I’ll lose control.

  Like she does while I blow and lick and suck, lolling my wet tongue flat over her wings, popping it into the clamoring, clamping, velvety wet flesh of her delicious cunt. Or when I squeeze her ass cheeks and pull her tits against my abs, while I suck softly all around her hood and her clit.

  When I can’t stand any more for the shaking of my knee, we roll on the thick carpet. She’s constantly wrestling and struggling to be on top. Except when she’s thrashing and struggling to be underneath.

  “My God, Mia,” I gasp, “what did I do right to win a sex witch like you?”

  She bites. “There aren’t any like me,” and then goes back to work.

  As she starts to shake, I tell her, “Mia, you are so fantastic. I’m so thrilled you are my mafia princess. I’m so lucky to have you and I love you more than I can say.”

  Then she sucks me so sweetly, I know it’s going to make me come, even after she stops to tell me, “I love you, too, random mob guy. Whatever your name is.”

  My face is drenched as I tell her, “Don’t you dare say that in front of my family.”

  “Oh. Okay. Why?”

  “Because they’re all as evil as you are. They would all be calling me ‘random mob guy’ and ‘Whatever your name is’ for the rest of my life.”

  “Your secrets are safe with me.”

  They are so not.

  Epilogue I

  Finn

  Since I’ll have to commute a few times a month between Vegas and Boston, I took a house for us in Summerlin. I didn’t want to move into the Moretti compound. The more my father-in-law kept on at me about how he’s lost two of his daughters now, the more determined I was that we would be living outside that wall.

  “Summerlin’s not so far,” I told him. “And you know you’re welcome anytime.”

  I resisted discussing how much he would have lost Mia if he’d gone through with giving her to Drago. I don’t know how his problems with Drago are now. He wanted to use Mia as a bargaining point in a power struggle. Seems an insane way to go about things to me.

  Poppy is the first visitor to our bright new home.

  She wants to talk to Mia about a dress design she made up from Mia’s sketch.

  “Nora and her mother loved it. I had to make adaptations for all the bridesmaids, but it worked out perfectly.”

  I’m bringing a tray of drinks and snacks out to the poolside table. Mia says, “That’s fantastic! I’m so pleased it worked out. I could have helped with the designs, though.”

  “Last week? I think you were…” Poppy looks up at me with a twinkle, “I think you had enough on your plate last week”

  Mia blushes. I love it when she does that. It’s so rare and that makes it all the more satisfying. I can nearly always guess exactly what’s making her blush, too.

  We barely stepped out of that bridal suite the whole week and we were pretty intensely occ
upied with each other.

  Poppy smiles and says, “Anyway, the dress design is genius. I’m going to work up a whole range. I should give you a royalty or something.”

  Mia smiles and waves her hand. “Take is as a down payment for saving my life. Anyway, you did the work. I just made a sketch. I’m not a dressmaker. I have no idea how to make it work so that it stays together.”

  “That’s my job. I can do that. You’ve worked out how to make a shape and to make it flow. Do you want a job?”

  Mia laughs.

  “I’m serious. Have you got any more ideas like this?”

  Mia’s head shakes. “Ideas are easy. Carrying them out, bringing them to life. That’s what matters.”

  “I could get a whole new line out of this. You have no idea what this could be worth.”

  Mia shakes her head. “I want to be an artist. I want to study and learn my crafts.”

  I put a hand on her shoulder.

  She lays a hand on mine. I love how we can communicate with the slightest touch. The tiniest movement.

  She says, “I’m enrolling in art classes,” but I know she’s only signing up for things she can take while we start a family. And we’re right on that.

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  Epilogue II

  Giovani

  My father calls me to a meeting but he won’t say who it’s with.

  We go to the private rooms in the back of a cigar club. Top-shelf bourbon and Cuban cigars from the very special humidor are brought out into the dark paneled room.

  Dad gives me a general preparation for the meet. Our problems with Drago are not going away. But Dad wants to take the recent goodwill with the O’Malley family, Liam O’Malley especially, and use it to, as he says, ‘forge bonds.’

  Liam O’Malley arrives after twenty minutes or so.

  When we’re alone and all the wait staff have left, he leans across the table to say, “We have some interests in common. Certain supply issues, some product ranges. I want to the O’Malley family to consider working with the Franconi syndicate in Los Angeles. We have a connection. And the head of the family is coming for a visit.”

  Dad’s waiting. I take my cue from him and stay quiet.

  Liam says, “It’s up to you if you want to be a part of this or not. But I think it could be a fruitful cooperation and it could…” he pauses, watching the cigar smoke, “I might assist with your current complications.”

  I think I know what he means, but I’m not sure. I can see that dad does, though.

  Dad nods. So Liam says, “I’ll let you know what meetings we’ll have, Lucas. If you’re interested, I can let Leo Franconi know. I think he’ll be well disposed to include you. If that’s your choice.”

  “Thank you, Liam,” Dad tells him, “I appreciate your consideration.”

  “While he’s here, Leo is bringing his daughter. An excitable girl at a difficult age.”

  Even I know that’s an understatement. Lily Franconi is a known incendiary. She’s constantly in tabloids, celebrity gossip blogs, ‘entertainment’ pages. Her family is rumored to have gone to extreme lengths to have certain videos removed from public view.

  Everything you read about her makes her sound like dynamite. And not the good kind. Not the dynamite that opens bank vaults. The kind that just randomly makes shit blow up and catch fire.

  Liam says, “Leo would like her to be taken care of while she’s here. Kept, as much as possible, out of harm’s way.”

  Dad and I are both nodding now, waiting for a hammer to fall.

  “I can have somebody do that for him,” Liam looks from me to Dad and back to me, “of course I can. But you, Giovani. You would be very suitable, and well placed for the job. If you felt able to do it.” then he looks at Dad. “This could be a way for us to build co-operation, Lucas.” He called for the bill. “Stay. Have another drink. I’m buying. Enjoy.”

  “Think about it,” he smiles as he’s leaving.

  I’m thinking about her. She is so hot.

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