One of them, the youngest, kneeled in front of Juanita, whispering to her gently as his hand inspected her pulse and reactions. My dad had a rule about his mafia. One of the enforcers on call should have a medical degree or at least have knowledge of advanced first aid. They never knew when guns might be fired and stuff might happen. The man addressed my dad, “She is in shock. I don’t think it’s more than that. I’d still run her by the hospital though because of her age.”
Dad nodded and pointed at the third vehicle in line. “Take her there and then bring her to my house. Make sure she doesn't say anything she isn't supposed to.” With a nod, the man picked Juanita up and proceeded with his instructions.
Dad’s hand gently patted my head. “Don’t worry, honey. She’ll be fine.”
As sweet as what he did was, Juanita wasn't my main concern right now. “Dad, didn't you hear what I said? Call Damian!”
His lips thinned, and dread settled inside me. Why wasn't he willing to call for help? Damian, Connor, and Luke worked with him closely as they tried to catch horrible S and punish him for the evil he had inflicted on all those innocent and stolen lives.
“Dad.” I grabbed his arm, but he didn't even budge. “What’s going on?”
Sighing heavily, he gritted his teeth. “It’s part of the plan.”
“What plan?” My brows furrowed in confusion. So I was worried sick for nothing? All that shit that happened back at the playground was some kind of make-believe? Nice of Sapphire and Damian to put me through this!
“Connor is handling it.” The sound of his voice, and the way he winced a little, let me know this wasn't something good.
Connor was an FBI agent, and he and Damian didn't agree on a lot of stuff, more so after Connor fell for Honey.
If he was handling something, then it meant…
No!
“Dad, tell me he didn't go behind Damian’s back and set up some stupid plan.” Since my dad stayed silent, it was answer enough for me. “Do something then!”
He shook his head. “He has the help of the pakhan of the Bratva. They will handle it.”
“What? Uncle Vasya is here?” Growing up in the mob, you kind of had a family of criminals, called your dad’s various acquaintances uncles, and got presents from them. Not that anyone could enter our house, but the relationship between my dad and Uncle Vasya was friendly enough. I remembered him as a man who never took anyone’s bullshit, but also brought me expensive gifts and supported my dreams of making my own living. Usually, it ended with him arguing with my dad about my future.
“No, Vasya is dead.” My eyes watered. So many freaking dead people. “Oh, then who?” The Bratva had slightly different rules for appointing the next pakhan than the Cosa Nostra, but Vasya must have died a long time ago, if they’d already replaced him.
“Dominic.” Blinking a few times, I processed the information he gave me as I realized what it meant.
Shit.
What the hell did I get myself into?
His phone vibrated and he picked up. Whatever someone said on the other end of the line was bad enough for him to clench his fist and snarl in disgust. “We will be there in thirty minutes.” Hanging up, he wrapped his arm around me and started to move us in the direction of the car.
“What happened?” I swear, people needed to learn how to talk to me! Unless I asked, no one was willing to share anything.
“There is a fire. Dominic and Damian are still inside. Sapphire and Kristina are fine, on the way to the hospital in the ambulance.” My stomach flipped. “Connor wouldn't tell me more. Let’s go.”
Once we were seated in the car, I kept on nibbling on my thumb nervously. My dad’s voice penetrated my panicked mind, and everything inside me stilled.
“I won’t allow it, Rosa. Never.”
Confused, I asked, “What exactly?”
His fingers picked up the cross on my neck, the one Dominic gave me—I had completely forgotten about it—and raised it to my chin. “This thing between you two. Never,” he repeated, and the steel in his eyes and voice made it clear his word was absolute.
We held each other’s stare for a few moments, but then I rested my head on the window as I gazed at the busy streets of New York as Dad’s voice echoed in my mind.
Never. Never.
Man with the dragon tattoo
The Cosa Nostra’s princess was back in the arms of her daddy. I had to admit the kid grew up quite nicely, with her shapely legs, full tits, round ass, and beautiful face. Her lips would look good wrapped around my cock. Just the thought of her terrified eyes watching me as I stripped my clothes could get me off like nothing else, because the pleasure would be heightened by the knowledge of how much this would hurt her precious daddy.
