Page 131 of Mob Princess

“They set this up? They targeted me to get to Sean?”

“No. You weren’t the target. You were the distraction.”

“Convenient. Justin, we’re done. I don’t want to see you or talk to you again. You’re not who I thought you were. You’re so much less. We could have remained friends, and now the only people you have are Ewan and Colt.”

“You’re going to abandon me when all I wanted was to protect you.”

I’m pouring salt, lemon, and vinegar in this wound.

“Yes. I don’t want you. I want Sean.”

His fist slams on the table. I see my guard shift from the corner of my eye. He has a straight line of fire now. I’m sure Sean’s getting out of the car if he heard the table rattle.

“Justin, we could have remained friends for the rest of our lives. You’ve been a great one and an excellent bodyguard. But you went too far. You overstepped. It wasn’t your place as just a bodyguard to tell the boss’s sister who she can and can’t be with. You ended this, not me. You pushed me away. You did this.”

The vein in his temple pulses. I know what’s coming. I slide out of my seat as he reaches for me. His fingers graze my wrist. I shoot my guard a glare that tells him not to intervene.

“Nikki, don’t walk away from me.”

I keep going. I get to the door, and I can see Sean getting out of the car. Fuck. Not yet. I push through the doors without facing Sean. Justin grabs my wrist, but I don’t stop walking. He tries to pull me to a stop, so I grab his pinky and pull back on it, breaking his hold. I rush to the alley a couple hundred feet away. I fish into my purse and grab my knife. I flip it open because I know what’s coming. He can’t see me, but I put the handle between my teeth.

His hand goes to my hair and grabs a handful. I reach back, clasp his wrist with both hands, and twist my body down and behind him. I push his arm up his back and grab my knife from between my teeth. The blade goes to his kidney.

“You cunt. Fucking whore. You?—”

Sean’s fist crashes into Justin’s jaw, and the force pushes Justin back into me. I can’t keep my balance. Someone behind me catches me as I lurch backwards. I let go of Justin, my knife tumbling to the ground. As he falls past me, I see blood pooling in his mouth. He spits toward me, and a tooth goes with the glob of blood. Before he lands, Sean’s shoe kicks upward beneath his chin. Justin’s head snaps back before he hits the ground.

“You all right, Nikki?”

It’s Seamus. I nod as he steadies me.

Dillan and Shane grab Justin and haul him to his feet as a van backs into the alley. Cormac gets out and holds the two doors open. I guess Finn’s driving. I watch Seamus pull on a rubber glove before he grabs the tooth Sean knocked out. He has a bottle of what smells like bleach. He turns the nozzle and sprays it anywhere Justin’s DNA might have touched the ground. He pulls the glove off with the tooth still in it, and Cormac hands him a plastic bag. The glove and the bleach go into it.

From me entering the alley to me walking out was maybe five minutes, if that. Then I’m back in the town car and on Sean’s lap again.

“Two spankings in one day, little one. Your arse is going to burn tonight.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sean

My brothers are taking Justin to the station until I can deal with him. Right now, my priority is Lina. I want to get her home where I’m convinced she’s safe because I’m not going anywhere for the rest of the day or tonight. We have more to talk about, and my palm itches to spank her.

We ride to our place—mine is definitely now ours since she’s said repeatedly she’s staying—with her next to me. With my cock in her mouth. She’s not sucking me off. Oh, no. This is the beginning of her punishment. She’s warming it while I play with her nipple. I roll it between my finger and thumb, sometimes tugging and sometimes pinching. I’m texting with the guys as we start planning our retaliation. We all know this is the Mancinellis’ retribution for what we did to Lorenzo and Marco. Justin said Marco’s the one who reached out to him.

We targeted them to get the feds' attention off our backs over the O’Briens. Their revenge is justified, but machismo demands we not let them have the last word. That’s what most of syndicate rivalries are about. It’s posturing. The money, the infamy, the everything else are just the means. The one-upping is why these disputes never end.

Finn will dig into the latest financials he can find, but he doesn’t expect to find much. Lorenzo is their accountant, and his computer science degree is equivalent to Finn’s. After I kill Justin, it’ll be my hacking and intel gathering skills that are most likely to move things forward with whatever plan Dillan devises.

I look out the window as we pull up to our place. I press Lina’s shoulder, and she lets go of my dick. I fix my pants, and she covers her tits. I’m hard as a fucking plank, but I can wait to get off. Lina will never be my sub, even though that’s something I would have done with one. But we have a dynamic with elements of that.

As much as it might frustrate her when I edge her or how it gratifies me to have her warm my cock, it reassures her we’re still in a good place. It allows her to focus on something other than what’s going on. It allows her to give me control and reminds her I have it. That I am and will take care of her.

We ride up to our floor in silence, and we head straight to our bedroom. My fingers are laced with hers, so once we pass through the doorway, I tug her hand. She turns to face me, and I wrap my arm around her.

“Are you all right to take your punishment now?”

“It’s not that I want to get it over with, but I want us to be back to a good place.”

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