Page 75 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

“Hey there,” I purr, my fist striking out for his nose before he can respond. Marco stumbles back with a grunt, and before he can recover, Jax and Luca are there, flanking him like two imposing vices.

They grab Marco with practiced ease, pinning his arms as Jax shoves something in his mouth to keep him from yelling out. Enzo pulls up in the SUV, the back already open. In one smooth motion, they shove Marco inside and Luca jumps in too, slamming the door before anyone can notice.

I can’t help but feel a little thrill at the efficiency of the plan. I toss a glance at Jax, who’s already wiping his hands clean with a smile.

“Nice work, Peach. If you were my bait, I’d happily let myself be captured by you.” He winks.

“Okay, but I do actually have to use the bathroom, so I’ll be right back.”

When I return a moment later, feeling a little grungy from the less-than-hygienic gas station bathroom, the guys are about to shut the back of the SUV again. Curious to see how they subdued Marco, I peek in and immediately burst out laughing.

“Don’t worry, it’s clean,” Jax says, grinning like a cat that got the cream.

“A peach choke ball? Are you serious? That’s all you guys have to kidnap him with?” I fold my arms over my chest, pretending to be offended. “How come I didn’t get a choke ball?”

Jax shrugs, the mischief twinkling in his brown eyes as we climb back into the vehicle. “We can definitely recreate your kidnapping if you’d like to make some modifications to the abduction.”

Enzo chuckles from the driver’s seat, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “I’m sure we can arrange something.”

“I’m absolutely into primal play, Peach,” Jax says, his hand resting on my knee. “If you ever give me the ‘if you catch me, you can fuck me’ line, I might die on the spot from happiness.”

“Hmm, noted.” I raise an eyebrow. “You just had that choke ball in your bag? For emergencies?”

Jax’s grin turns deadly. “It’s Enzo’s. Ask him.”

Enzo chokes on his coffee, coughing as he turns red. “It was a birthday present. Last year.”

“Hmm, also noted.” I glance back at our unconscious passenger, bound, and gagged, before settling back into my seat next to Jax. Today is going to be an interesting day.

If I don’t think about it too much, I could pretend I’m walking up the steps to a private jet that is going to drop me off in Fiji instead of Kenosha, Wisconsin. Not that there is anything wrong with Kenosha, but it’s only an hour from Chicago, where tomorrow my fate will be sealed, and I’ll inherit the mafia.

I would much rather be in Fiji.

The jet is charcoal gray and lavish. It’s very Enzo—polished and sophisticated, luxurious but not flashy. Enzo and Luca carried our unconscious companion in first. There’s a bedroom in the back of the plane… yes, mile-high club, here I come. Except we have a short, balding underboss in there with a peach choke ball in his mouth. Not exactly setting the sexy mood.

I ascend the stairs with Jax behind me, carrying my bookbag. The pilots stow our luggage while a cabin attendant greets us inside, and I immediately roll my eyes.

You’ve got to be kidding me. The sexy stewardess cliché? Really?

She’s about my height and age, with blonde hair styled back in a low, neat bun. Her uniform is a gray pencil skirt and vestover a white button-down shirt with short sleeves. The top few buttons are open, revealing a healthy amount of cleavage. They must not have had her size when she ordered her uniform because it’s so tight she looks like she was poured into it. She stands perfectly on a pair of black heels and is sporting an obnoxiously bright shade of red lipstick.

My guess is she’s hoping to smear it all over at least one of their dicks before the flight is over.

She looks at me with a close-lipped smile, a short nod followed by a “hm,” and it instantly sets me on fire. I’d bet my ass she isn’t going to greet Jax that way.

Sure enough, as soon as she sees him, she all but lays down and opens her legs.

“Mr. Donovan,” she says, practically sucking Jax’s cock with her eyes as he steps in behind me. “A pleasure to have you flying with Mr. Vincenzi today.” She rubs her hand down his forearm and places her hand over his on my bookbag handle. “I’dloveto take this from you.”

Interpretation: I’d love to put your cock in every hole I have, Mr. Donovan.

She even goes as far as to bat her fucking eyelashes.

Bonus points for Jax when he moves out of her reach like she’s infected with the plague.

“Where is my spatula?” I mutter calmly, looking around me. Jax lifts the corner of his mouth in a smirk, but it vanishes quickly when he looks back at the stewardess. Before he opens his mouth to address her, I do.

“Look, honey,” I begin, stepping between her and Jax. She raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow at me, clearly not a fan of my presence on the plane. “There won’t be any titty-fucking on today’s flight, so you can put the girls away. And if you touch one of them again, I’ll break each one of your little manicured nailsright off your fingers and then shove them up your bleached little asshole. Got it?”

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