Page 74 of Mafia Boss

My sister paused for a moment, and then … she laughed. Straight-upclutching her stomach, tears flowing down her rounded cheeks, smile almost too widelaughed. “Good one. Very fucking funny, Cristian. Roxie wouldn’t hurt a fucking bee.” She wiped some tears from her cheeks and glanced back up at me. “Where’d Alessa go?”

“Roxie killed her,” I repeated, sounding out each word for emphasis.

She shook her head. “I’m being serious. You can drop the act.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say to you? Roxie unloaded seven bullets in her brain in my apartment. I’m surprised Roxie didn’t blow Alessa’s entire fucking head off her shoulders. You don’t have to believe me, but your annoying-ass friend who wouldn’t leave me alone isn’t coming back.”

My sister paused, the laughter dropping from her face. “You’re being serious?” she asked, anger replacing her expression. She balled her hands into fists and gritted her teeth, glaring at the door that Roxie had disappeared behind moments ago. “She fucking killed my best friend?!”

Before she could barrel into the courthouse, I grabbed her hand and pulled her back. “Your best friend had killed all the women I had ever been with and had been threatening Roxie for weeks. She deserves to be dead, no matter what you think.”

After a few moments of standing before me in complete shock, my sister shook her head. “What the fuck, Cristian?” She shoved me. “And why the fuck are you here with Roxie? What the hell is going on? You can’t let her get away with this! She deserves to die for what she did, and I’m going to be the one who—”

Before she could finish the damn sentence, I slapped my hand across her mouth and dug my fingers into her cheeks until my fingertips turned white. “Don’t you dare threaten to kill Roxie, or I’ll kill you. Do you understand me? If anything happens to her, I will end you without a second thought.”

My sister stared up at me with wide, fearful eyes.

I shoved her away from me and stepped back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get married.”

Walking up the rest of the stairs, I disappeared behind the doors and said hello to a couple of officers lingering in the lobby, who had been trying to take me down for years now. But they could never find any dirt on me.

One nodded to me. “You turning yourself in?”

“I’m getting married.”

And with that, I walked down the hallway and found Roxie standing in front of a woman and a piece of paper.

She handed me a pen. “You sign it first,” she said, cheeks a rosy red, and smiled.

I took it from her and signed my name on the line, handing it back to her and waiting for her to put her signature down to solidify our marriage. She took the pen back, looked me up and down, and signed her name, officially becomingMrs. Roxanne Ricci.

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“Roxie Ricci,”Cristian murmured into my ear, his hands all over my body before I could even open our front door.

He moved his lips down the column of my neck, sucking and biting on my skin and leaving blotchy red marks that would tell everyone I was his.

Once I finally steadied my hand enough to push the key into the lock, I shoved the door open and stumbled into the high-rise with Cristian behind me, unzipping my dress and pulling it off my body, my heels staying on for tonight. With all the straps, they had by far been the hardest thing to get on tonight, and I didn’t need the hassle of trying to take them off while Cristian was fucking me.

He wrapped one hand around the front of my throat, the other over my mouth and nose, making it hard for me to breathe, pinning me against the kitchen counter and grinding his hard cock against my ass. “You’re fucking mine, Mrs. Ricci. All fucking mine, no matter how much you beg, scream, or cry tonight.”

Breath slowly leaving my lungs, I went to inhale, but he restricted my breathing even more. I arched my back, giving him what he wanted and grinding myself back against him, twerking my hips up and down across his bulge.

“Just like that,principessa.”

Wanting to have some dark fun with him, I leaned over the counter and grabbed a knife from the knife block while his face was buried in the other side of my neck. When he whirled me around and pressed me against the counter, hiking one leg up and undoing his pants, I held the knife to his neck.

“Make it hurt tonight, Cristian. I want to feel good.”

Eyes widening from the pressure against his neck, Cristian smirked at me. “You want to play with knives,principessa?” he asked me, pushing himself balls deep inside of me and filling me up with his huge cock.

Before I knew it, Cristian had taken the knife out of my hand and forced it against my neck, trailing it down my chest and hooking it under the strap of my push-up bra. “Be a good girl for me tonight, and I won’t hurt youthatbad.”

Heat gathering in my core, I sucked in a breath when he cut my strap in two pieces with just the knife’s edge. It fell, my breast weighing the cup down and making it shift just enough to show a bit more cleavage. Cristian trailed the blade across my collarbone, stopping right in the center and smirking at me.

I tightened around his cock, my pussy walls clinging to him.

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