Page 112 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Lynx’s agitation filled the room. “I’m going to go look for her again.”

I bit my lip. “We should tell my father she’s missing.”

He stared at me; eyebrows furrowed in the middle. “Why? So he can send his pack of wolves after her?”

He had a point. “We should at least see if she’s in his office. I assume you didn’t check there?”

“His door was closed. I was told never to interrupt when his office door is closed.”

I scoffed at that and strode past him. “I was told that every day of my life when I was a kid. Didn’t stop me then. Won’t stop me now either. That’s the most likely place she’d be. I really don’t think she’d be dumb enough to run.”

Lynx seemed doubtful.

“Let’s just find out so you can get your knickers out of the twist they’re in.”

“They’re lacy,” he said as he fell into step with me and we walked down the hallway side by side.

I glanced at him. “What are?”

“My knickers that are in a knot.”

I laughed. “You’re an idiot.”

But fuck, he was cute. And sort of funny. And kind. I could see how worried he was for Nyah.

My assessment of him as a nice guy earlier in the day had been right on the money, I was sure of it.

He’d be easy to fall in love with.

If I could ever let myself have that.

We got downstairs to my father’s suite of rooms, and I knocked hard on his office door. Not bothering to wait for an offer of entry I knew might not come, I twisted the doorknob and let myself and Lynx in.

The memory of my father’s lips wrapped around Nyah’s nipples when I’d last been in this room flashed through my head, a hot, slick heat coming with it.

I half expected to find her there, tits spilling out of lacy lingerie, grinding over his lap, practicing for the big night where he’d get to fuck her for real, once they were officially married.

It had always made me laugh that he wanted his brides to be virgins but had no problem with them “entertaining” him in every other way before they said their vows. By the time his last wife had walked the aisle, I was sure she’d done everything with him except take his cock in her pussy.

I was sure Nyah was no different.

But maybe the way she felt about it was.

I’d never been jealous of my old man when he’d taken wives in the past, even though they’d always been closer to my age than his.

But Nyah was different.

It had been my bed she’d been naked in. And something deep in the back of my brain demanded more of that.

My father glanced up from his desk. He was alone, nothing but paperwork to keep him company. He put his pen down slowly and then raised his gaze to meet mine, clearly as thrilled to see me as I was to see him. “What is it, Luca? Some sort of emergency, I assume, since you just barged in here without so much as waiting a breath for me to allow you entry.”

“No emergency. I just…ah, wanted to borrow a pen.”

Lynx made a quiet grunt behind me that assured me of what he thought of that lie.

Not my best, I’d admit.

But I was committed to it now. I walked over to his desk and plucked a pen from the cup of them. “This one okay to take?”