Page 41 of Mob Bride

My cousins were raised more like brothers to me than relatives from separate sets of parents. My aunts and uncles are second and third parents to me. I know it’s how the other guys feel, too. We’ve always shared without hesitation, and we always will. It’s not because we have to. It’s because we want to, so I’m unaccustomed to envy or jealousy.

Even though Sean and I are mirror images of each other, and the only way people outside the family can tell us apart is the freckle on the left side of his throat, I’ve always felt like a separate individual from him. Our parents ensured we wore what we wanted, we got the gifts we wanted, so no one would treat us as interchangeable.

Outside the family, people guess who’s who, so even as kids, when people confused us, and someone wanted to hang out with him or asked him and not me to do something, it never made me feel jealous the way I do now.

It’s unreasonable.

“Look, I have to get back to my apartment. The longer I’m out, the greater the chance somebody’s going to figure out I left. Let me do what I need to do, and I’ll keep you posted. If I end up going on the trip, my guess is Boston. Something’s going on with the Polish up there.”

“Is he working a deal with them and the Armenians?”

“I don’t know if it’s just a change of location, or he’s got something going on with a syndicate up there. Either way, he’s tempting fate, and he’s going to come out the loser if he takes us up to Boston. You know the shit that’s been going on with the Albanians up there over the last few years. If he draws in people from the other syndicates, he’s just going to piss off the Colombians, the Italians, and the Irish here. For his sake, I hope he knows what he’s doing. Otherwise, he’s going to screw all of us over, too.”

“Check in with us in a few days.”

“I will.”

I watch the women head back to their cars, and the handler leaves before Carrie, which is perfect. I pull out and catch up to her. I drive alongside her, putting down my window and gesturing to her. It only takes a moment before she looks over. I point to the exit ramp we’re coming up on, and I give hera look that tells her I’m not joking, that she better follow my instructions.

She pulls ahead of me and gets off at the exit before I lead us to a warehouse. I pull around to the back, and we park beside each other, but we say nothing until we’re in the building. Once we’re inside, I use my phone flashlight to guide us to the interior office where I can turn on the lights. We glare at each other. She speaks first, both of us understanding a staring competition gets us nowhere.

“Shane, this is none of your business.”

“Oh, but it is. You didn’t argue with me or stop me when I made you come. You wanted me as much as I did you.”

“That was just in the heat of the moment.” She tries for nonchalant but fails miserably.

“It was very real. You and I both know that.”

“It wasn’t for me.”

“Liar.”

She knows she is. A moment later, we’re tangled together for a kiss that rocks my world. I graze my teeth up her neck until I nip at her earlobe. I know it makes her shiver. I fist her hair as I lean back to look at her.

“You’re mine, Carrie. You have been since the moment we met.”

I dive in for another kiss, and she moans as her hands press my arse, wanting my cock closer. I keep one hand in her hair as I unbutton her shirt, nearly ripping off the last one. I yank down her bra and squeeze her right tit until she whimpers. But it’s one of frustration, not distress. I’m happy to indulge in my desires, so I suck on her nipple before tugging it with my teeth. I bite, but not so hard as to break the skin. She arches her back, pushing her tits together. I move to the other side as she lifts that one even higher toward my mouth.

She lets go of the one I just finished devouring. With a popping sound, I release her nipple and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. I carry her to the desk and unfasten her pants. I ease them and her thong down as far as I can until she brings her feet up to the desk and lifts her hips. I reach the promised land as I continue to lean over her, but now I pull her jeans and panties farther down and kiss my way along her belly until I get to her pussy.

She’s shaved bare, and I have another moment of insane jealousy as I think about Bartlomiej. She might have sex with him, but I’ll make sure it’s my name she wants to scream.

She pushes at my shoulders just as I’m about to lick. I stop immediately.

“Isn’t this what you want?”

“It is, but this can’t happen. What I said the last time doesn’t matter.”

“Everything you say to me matters. We both want this,cailín. You know that as well as I do.”

She looks conflicted as she gazes into my eyes. She glances down between us to where my thumb rests on the inside of the juncture of her thigh and hip. My jeans covered cock presses against her bare pussy.

She opens her mouth twice before she speaks. “All you have to do is look in my direction, and I want you. I need you to know—to understand—the things I do with him are for work. No one expects me to have sex with him, and I don’t. He believes I’m a good Catholic virgin waiting for marriage. The other things that have happened were to dissuade him from breaking up with me or when I feared he’d finally lose his temper and lash out. But this is not about work. This has always been about us, and that’s why it’s never been a good idea.” The sincerity in her voice makes me pray she’s not lying. “When this is done…”

She trails off and doesn’t finish her question. I think I can imagine what she’s thinking.

“When this is all done, Carrie, you are mine. I’ll keep saying that until you understand.”

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