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“Jealous of the man I plan to kill? That depends on if you have a death wish, MacCullagh. Do you?”
I brushed a loose curl from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Something tells me when it comes to you, I just might.”
14
SIX YEARS PRIOR
“You gotta death wish or something, Rossi?”
Leo’s deep timbre put a smile on my face despite my best efforts to press my lips into a tight line.
“Or something, Mulligan.” I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant as Leo crept up behind me and tugged my back to his chest. The recognizable scent of his woodsy cologne had my chin tipping up, my bare neck his for the taking.
Lust definitely had something to do with it. I wasn’t so naïve to think it hadn’t been a factor that drove me into enemy territory. The lure of the forbidden was definitely a part of it too. I’d always been drawn to the sort of things I shouldn’t have. Like my father’s favorite whiskey and my mother’s secret stash of Virginia Slims—smoking wasn’t ladylike. And a mobster’s wife had an image to maintain. But that was her problem, not mine. My brother was the heir and I was the wild child. So breaking rules was kinda my thing. A calling of sorts.
Though this wasn’t just a rule. It was mafia law, and I was crossing the metaphorical picket line. Fucking around with anIrish boy. And not just any Irish boy. Their golden child, the next in line to take over the Mulligan Gang. It was as Romeo and Juliet as you could get, right down to the rival families both out for blood.
At the start, it was an infatuation. A curiosity. Plus, the Irish-Chicagoan accent did wonders to my panties. I was soaked before Leo could even pry 'em off me that first night. But over the last six months, it had grown to be more. Which made things… complicated. A fling could be had and forgotten. But a full-blown relationship was becoming a tad bit of a challenge. We each had our responsibilities, different sets of eyes on us, opposing playgrounds, and lines drawn in the sand at all times. Me, on the Italian side of town. And Leo, with his merry band of leprechauns—my father’s words, not mine.
Yeah, the animosity was long-standing and deep-rooted. But it had little to do with us. We were just two horny-as-fuck teenagers with too much time and money at our disposal.
“You’re gonna get caught one of these days, Dani…” Leo grunted as I shoved him backward onto the mattress and threw a leg over each of his hips.
“Doubt it. Your pops may want to train your security team better.” I grinned as my hands reached for his buckle, unfastening the clasp before tugging the belt free. It landed on the area rug with a muffled thud. Before I set my sights on his buttons next, and then unwrapped my favorite present.
Those myths about the Irish sure as fuck weren’t true, at least when it came to this particular boy wonder. Leo’s cock was like something out of my favorite lady porn, too perfect to be real honestly. And fuck if it didn’t stretch me in all the right ways.
A couple quick strokes of my palm earned me my pot of gold—the head of Leo’s cock throbbing and just begging me to ride his rainbow. I tugged off my leggings and underwear in one go before reclaiming my position on his lap. He grunted deep in hischest as I lowered myself down inch by fucking inch. I might not be a virgin but it sure as fuck felt like my first fuck every time.
“Fuck me…” he groaned. His head thrown back on his pillow, and one arm clutching his bedsheets while the other rested on my waist.
“Pretty sure that’s exactly what I’m doing,” I hissed between clenched teeth as I ground my clit against his pelvic bone. I liked the penetration but I needed the double stimulation.
With each bounce of my cunt on his cock, Leo thrusted upwards, punching against my guts so deeply I could have sworn I felt the man in my throat. Or maybe that was just because his size left me gasping for air.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out and causing an army of gangsters to come running into Leo’s bedroom. It wasn’t the first time I’d sneaked past the Mulligan’s less-than-tight security details and climbed into my boyfriend’s window. And something told me it wouldn’t be the last either.
Wonder if that made me Romeo in this scenario?
Leo tapped my thigh, forcing me back into the moment. The silent gesture was his way of telling me he was close and we’d forgotten protection. Something that was both the most and least dangerous thing we were doing right now. I reached out a hand and wrapped it around his throat.
“Don’t you dare come before I do.” My words died on a moan, as his cock swelled in that way it did just before he finished. “Ladies first,” I was quick to remind him as I lowered my free hand to my clit, circling a finger across my favorite barbell at just the right rhythm. Three more rotations and I was soaring over that ledge and bouncing off Leo’s cock before he could infect me with his bastard offspring. My luck, we’d both be super fertile and the Irish were known for reproducing like fucking rabbits.
I waited a beat for my breathing to even out before rolling onto my side and collecting my leggings—I would leave myunderwear as a parting gift, since my boy had behaved. I could feel Leo’s eyes on my back as he watched my every move. He was oddly quiet tonight, though I assumed that had more to do with me fucking loose what was left of his brain cells.
I had one leg thrown over his windowsill, ready to jump down and make a mad dash across the front lawn, when Leo’s words had me pausing on the spot.
“Hey, Dani…” He waited for me to peer up at him, at the barrel he now aimed in my direction, then added, “I just need you to know that I love you…”
The sound of Leo’s voice was the last thing to ring through my head before the sharp sting of a bullet followed its path.
15
PRESENT
My head was throbbing. I could practically feel my brain pulsing inside my skull, and it took everything in my power to stop myself from clawing at my scalp and peeling the layers of skin back. Anything to relieve some of the pressure building up in my temples.
I’d been cleared by all the quacks years ago. They told me removing the bullet would do more damage than good and that it wasn’t interfering with my cognitive abilities. Somehow the dumb Irish fuck had missed my brain and now I was stuck with a metal cylinder rolling around inside my head. Though there were nights when I’d swear I could hear it clanking around in there. But the docs told me it was impossible, insisting it was encased by fluid or some shit.
