Page 47 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Only then did he grab my hand, hauling me along with him at a pace that had me jogging to keep up with him. “Where are we going?”

He glanced back at me. “To eat cake, of course. Well, at least I am, since you apparently need to watch your figure.”

I instantly felt bad. He’d tried to stand up for me and he thought I’d thrown it back in his face. “I only said what I did because—”

His glare told me he didn’t want to hear why I’d sided with his father over him.

Fine. Whatever. If he couldn’t see I’d done that to get the heat off him, then he could piss off. I snatched my hand back.

Lynx trailed behind both of us with a huff of amusement. “Well, today is going to be fun, isn’t it?”

So fun.

14

LUCA

Dear Diary,

Today I defended a woman who climbed into my father’s lap five minutes later. Stellar instincts. Truly.

Fuck her. Fuck standing up for her. Fuck it all.

I hadn’t even thought about the consequences when I’d defended her. I’d just heard my father criticizing her weight, seen him restricting her food, and I’d seen red.

I’d seen him do that to Isabella. I had long-ago memories of him doing it to our mother as well. I hadn’t stood up for either of them. But I had for Nyah…

And had it thrown back in my face in the form of her practically crawling into my father’s lap, then having to watch him finger her until he could suck her juices right off his finger.

It pissed me off that one of the feelings swirling around inside me was pure, hot jealousy.

Jealousy I needed to get under control because he could see it in me, as surely as a shark could sniff out blood in the water. He was using it to control me, just as much as he was using Isabella’s safety to keep a ball and chain around my ankle.

If Nyah wanted to be put on a diet, I couldn’t stop her. If she wanted to get off at breakfast by a man twice her age, then that was her business.

A text on my phone let me know there was a car and driver downstairs, ready to take me into town, and I was grateful for it. Anything to get out of this house.

I slammed my way down the stairs, not waiting for the driver, and yanked open the back door of the sleek black town car.

I groaned at the sight of Nyah and Lynx already sitting there, waiting.

Lynx leaned across Nyah to pat the seat next to her. “Backseat buddies!”

I scowled at him. “Go sit in the front.”

Nyah raised an eyebrow. “And leave me alone in the back with you? No thanks. You go sit in the front.”

I should have. Could have saved myself a little bit of agony and put some space between us.

But being pressed up against my father’s woman in the back seat felt like the biggest fuck you I could give him right now. So I slid in beside her, Lynx and I squishing her between our broad shoulders.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, this is comfortable.”

All I could think about was the little black panties I knew she was wearing beneath that dress. The ones my father had his grubby hands all over at breakfast.

The ones I wanted to put my tongue on, just to show him I fucking could if I wanted.

Only Nyah cringed away from me so hard she was practically in Lynx’s lap.