Page 144 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

MacGregor’s reddish-blond eyebrow shot up. And then he grinned, sitting back again and crossing his arms over his chest. “Well. Didn’t this just get interesting? Carlos, did you realize your lad there has his dick hard over his future stepmother?” He eyed Luca again. “Is that you I can smell all over her?”

Carlos’s gaze snapped to his son’s.

Luca said nothing. No confirmation.

No denial.

MacGregor wasn’t done. “Your virgin princess reeks of sex, Carlos.” He kicked my chair hard enough it sent me toward Carlos’s side of the table. “And she’s wearing the underwear I sent her. Red with a little bow right in the middle of her tits. Panties that match.”

Carlos glared at me; his rage barely controlled under the surface of his skin.

MacGregor tossed Carlos something from across the table. “Here. Go on. Check for yourself.”

Carlos caught it on instinct and then opened his hand to reveal a silver switchblade.

I jerked away from it, standing fast.

But MacGregor was just as quick. He moved faster than I would have thought a man of his size could, catching my arms and jerking me down onto his lap.

Lynx, Luca, and Dax all shoved to their feet, but the guards at their backs had guns to the backs of their heads in seconds. Slowly, they raised their hands, but all three of their gazes burned.

But we all knew there was nothing they could do to help me.

Carlos stood, moving around the table, shoving my empty chair out of the way so hard it clattered to the stone floor.

Nobody righted it. MacGregor’s men all faced off with Carlos’s, but we were severely outnumbered and we all knew it.

This was MacGregor’s show. His game. And we were just his puppets.

Carlos stared down at me, a tremble in his fingers, his face red with rage.

MacGregor let go of one of my hands, and I struggled to get free, fought against his grip, but it did no good. The man was twice my size, and he held me with a viselike grip that would leave bruises.

Carlos came at me with the knife, and I screamed, my blood rushing in my ears so loud the scream only mingled with the sound instead of piercing it. I waited for the plunge of sharpened steel into my chest. Closed my eyes and held my breath for it.

The blade sliced through my shirt, leaving it in tatters, the tip of it kissing my skin just enough to leave a thin trickle of blood down my chest that dripped onto the blood red of the underwear MacGregor had bought me.

He laughed at my back, his hand coming up to cup my breast, despite my attempts to get away from him. “I saw this set and just knew her tits would look amazing in it. And I was right, wasn’t I, Guerra? Fucking perfect.”

“He’s a liar,” Lynx said through gritted teeth. “She bought that set in Providence. I was with her.”

Oh God, my heart. Lynx trying to save me was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.

But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. MacGregor had Carlos by the balls. They didn’t even acknowledge Lynx had spoken.

Carlos stared at MacGregor’s hand on my chest, just under the scar he’d branded into my skin. “Get your hands off my wife.”

MacGregor ignored him, squeezing and tweaking my breasts like he had every right. “Ye don’t care she’s wearing underwear gifted to her by another man. I get it. She’s incredibly beautiful, maybe I could overlook that too. Are ye going to overlook the fact she’s carrying a bastard bairn? Not yours, I assume, right, Carlos? Since ye haven’t fucked her. Though even if ye had, ye couldn’t have knocked her up, could ye? Since ye snipped your wee pecker and all.”

Red flamed in Carlos’s cheeks, his fingers holding tight around the knife.

“Ye going to raise her bairn like your own, Carlos? Be a da and raise a baby who resembles another man?” He laughed. “You know Matish had a good laugh about ye when I paid him that little visit to collect what he owed me. He laughed and laughed when he told me he’d sent ye his knocked-up daughter, all while promising ye she was a sweet virgin who’d never taken a man’s cock.”

He pressed his lips to my ear. “Whose cock did ye take today, sweetheart? I can fucking smell his cum on ye.” He glanced over at Lynx. “The bodyguard? He seems to have a soft spot for ye.”

“I haven’t fucking touched her,” Lynx said, voice deadly, but nothing he could do with a gun muzzle shoved to the back of his head.

MacGregor nodded. “I think I believe him. What about you, Carlos?”