Page 9 of The Mafia Princess

“You’re with me, Lass.”

She nodded and hustled to be behind him.

Remington knocked and heard Alastair call to enter. He opened the door to see his cousin with his wife on his lap, kissing. It was a beautiful sight to see him happy like this.

He lifted her off his lap and stood. He caught her hand and pulled her to ensure she stayed by him.

Alastair hugged him tightly and pounded on his back. “It’s good to see you.”

Remington grinned. “You too, it’s been too long.”

He wrapped an arm around his wife. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Beth.”

Remington held his hand out. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Lass.”

She shook his hand and then smiled up at Alastair. “I hope you’ve only heard good things.”

Alastair playfully growled and squeezed Beth. “Of course, wife. There’s nothing bad to say about you.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Alastair’s hand slid down over her ass in a silent threat. “Are you saying you think I’m lying?”

The beautiful woman shrugged, but he could tell she held back a smile.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

Remington was shocked at the play between the two and how unafraid she was of him. He was one of the meanest sons of bitches he knew, and he never talked like this.

Remington looked behind him to see Anna trying to make herself as small as possible.

“I’d like you to meet Anna. She is my valet that will be staying with me.” He pulled her up beside him. He enjoyed the twin looks of surprise on both their faces.

“Welcome to our home. Please don’t hesitate to ask for anything,” Beth said as she stepped forward to shake Anna’s hand.

“Thank you so much. I will stay out of sight as much as possible.”

“Hogwash,” Beth said. “I want to get to know you, and I know my sisters will, too.”

Remington saw the suspicious look on Alastair’s face and decided to talk with him about his concerns after the women left.

“Beth, why don’t you show Anna to the suite they’ll use? There in the west wing,” Alastair said.

“Absolutely.” Beth took her hand and started to pull her out of the room.

Remington had to bite the inside of his cheek at the shock and apprehension on Anna’s face.

He faced his cousin after the door closed.

“Do you want to tell me what that’s all about?” Alastair said. He walked to the bar and poured two glasses of bourbon.

Remington sat on the chair across from Alastair after taking the glass.

“It’s strange. My father demanded I bring her with me as my valet.”

“Why, have you suddenly forgotten how to dress yourself?”

Remington snorted. “No. That’s why it’s weird. He would evade my questions about her.”

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