Page 55 of Mob Bride

“Misha already did.”

That stops me in my tracks. I look over my shoulder to where Misha and Kitty stand together. He has his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and her arm is around his waist. They’d be thepicture of domestic tranquility if you didn’t know who Misha was or that Kitty’s family is involved with the Ivankov bratva’s rivals in Moscow. You wouldn’t guess she spent her entire life around the bratva and has a backbone of steel.

“Why’d you kill him?” I direct my question to Misha, and he smiles.

“Because your woman ran here asking for help, and he was in a car pointing a gun at her. Why else would I shoot him?”

I glance down at Carrie before looking back at Misha. “Thank you.” It’s the most gracious I can be right now.

What I want more than anything is to be alone with Carrie. I want to truly convince myself she’s safe. But I can’t do that. It’s not like I can take her into one of Misha’s bathrooms or bedrooms and fuck her into tomorrow. I settle for a kiss. Once it starts, neither of us wants to finish it. We don’t care who’s around us or who’s watching. My brothers are married and obviously Misha is too. They all love and lust after their wives.

They’re no different from how I am with Carrie. When we finally pull apart, our foreheads rest against each other before I lower her to her feet. I slide my hand into hers.

“Come, little one, let’s go.”

She follows my lead and once again I look at Misha. I dip my chin to him, acknowledging my appreciation. Even though just this morning we were at a meeting that nearly came to blows. Neither of the women needs to know that. My brothers and I nor Misha give away the conflict we barely resolved two hours ago. They wanted something we’ve kept from them, and we wanted something they’re hiding. We couldn’t come to a middle ground without going all Rambo on each other, so we kept the things that didn’t belong to us and called it even.

I guide Carrie out to the car. I toss the fob to Sean. He knows I want him to drive. Finn goes to the front passenger seat, and I hold the door open for Carrie to slide in. Once Sean’s backing outof the drive, I pull Carrie against me as tightly as I can. If I let go, she might disappear, and the thought I wouldn’t see her again is absolutely unbearable.

She whispers to me as her hand rests over my heart before she pats it.

“Daddy, I’m all right. Nothing happened to me.”

But as she speaks, her hand moves quicker, making me think she’s trying to reassure me when all I want is to see and feel she’s unharmed. When we return to Dillan’s house, I escort her in, but nobody says anything to us. I guide us directly up the stairs to the room that’s mine when I spend the night. Sometimes we have missions that run really late, or we have missions that start really early. It makes more sense for people to stay over at one of the married guy’s homes. Dillan’s house is just as big as Sean’s, Finn’s, and the one Seamus just bought with his bride. There’s space for all of us.

When we get to my room, I lead us in and close the door behind Carrie. Then we’re fused together again. I’m pushing her against the door, her hands raised over her head. I can’t get enough of her. I kiss her jaw, her throat, her chest, her shoulders, everything. My hands run over her, waiting to see if anything hurts.

“Shane, I’m okay. None of them touched me. Tymoteusz threatened to yank me out to the car by my hair, but he never touched me. He may have planned to do something with me once we got wherever we were going rather than letting Bartlomiej handle it. Until I ran, we rode in silence. When I recognized the neighborhood, I got out. I followed a car in when the community gate opened. Turns out that was Misha. I recognized him as I ran toward his driveway. I knew there was a good chance any house I stopped at would have some kind of syndicate connection, but it was an obvious choice once I recognized him.”

“I’m so glad you’re alright,cailín. Getting that call from Misha might have been the worst call I’ve ever had. Between knowing you were in his clutches and that you went there to seek sanctuary from Bartlomiej, I’ve never needed to get to someone faster than I did you. Just let me hold you,cailín.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Daddy. This is where I belong. This is where I want to be. Can we deal with the shitstorm that’s brewing in a few minutes? I don’t want to talk about this right now. I know we have to, but right now I just want to know I’m in your arms.”

“I want the same thing.”

I slide my hands up her shirt, pulling her bra down. I cup her tits and groan. It’s the most glorious feeling to have my fingers around these fleshy mounds.

“Take your shirt off.”

I give the command, and she responds immediately. She whips her shirt over her head, and I reach behind her to unfasten the clasp to her bra. That falls on the floor next.

Then it’s me unlacing her boots and pulling those off with her socks. She shimmies the pants and panties down her hips and legs. My hand immediately goes to her pussy and cups it.

“Never wear panties again, little one. When I want your pussy, I will have it. There’s no denying you’re mine because you ran to Misha to get to me. I’m telling you exactly what’s going to happen since you belong tome.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her response is breathy, and it makes my cock twitch. We know there’s a mix of truth and exaggeration in the dirty talk. I slide my fingers into her. She’s damp, but within seconds, her pussy’s flooded and ready for me to thrust into her.

“I’m going to make you come,cailín, more than once, but you will beg for each one.”

“Yes, Daddy, whatever you want. Just keep touching me, please.”

“You were prepared to go on that trip to Boston with him. You were going to share a hotel suite with him. It’s bad enough when you stay over at his house.”

The anger I feel so often when I think of Carrie and Bartlomiej returns, and jealousy fuels it into a raging fire.

“I’m supposed to accept my woman being with another man, even if it’s pretend. Even when I told you it was too dangerous.”

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