Patrick: A Mafia Love Story Read Online Free

cock twitching at the thought of stripping that pink dress from her. When he’d watched her dance so obscenely with that little prick at the club, he’d wanted to go over, shove the jerk out of the way, and insert himself in his spot. He’d wanted it to be his cock rubbing against her taut little cheeks, his hands on her hips. Only he wasn’t happy with the dance. He would’ve wanted to culminate it right there, sliding the dress up to her hips, the panties to the side, and fumbling open his belt before plunging into the heat of her.
    The reality abruptly ended his fantasy as he recalled she was a virgin. She wouldn’t be up to a public fuck fest on the dance floor, and she was too young and too good for him. After what he had taken from her, he couldn’t seize anymore. Taking her virginity would be an ultimate crime he couldn’t commit.
    He’d had no choice but to kill her father, but if she ever learned the truth, she would hate him. If she learned the truth and they were lovers, it might destroy her. It would certainly destroy him to lose her if he’d had her at all. It was better for both of them to maintain distance and keep up the guardian/ward relationship, even though she had tartly pointed out he was no longer her guardian.
    At the strip club, he sighed heavily as Benny open the door for him. He nodded to the driver and slid out, Jake and Isaac joining him a moment later as they pulled up in the black SUV they’d taken to escort Lauren on her date.
    When Jake had seen that Jeff character getting so handsy, he had called Patrick. It had been a short detour, and he’d had time, but he shouldn’t have been the one to take her home. It meant he was running late for his meeting, and he hated that sort of thing. He might be running an illegal business, but it was still a business.
    To be successful, you did what you said you were going to do, you showed up on time, and you kept your mouth shut. That was how he’d made his business a success and managed to stay alive running it for twelve years. Since his father had died, it had been his baby, and he intended to enjoy a long, successful career as the head of their branch of the mafia in their city. He wasn’t going to be gunned down at forty-eight like his dad had been.
    Which meant keeping up good relations with the Russians and the Italians. Of course, his relationship with the Peretti family was certainly shaky after that business with his man O’Mara and Sal Peretti’s nephew. A woman had come between them, and he’d fully supported Shane’s endeavors to keep her. Mia had appeared to be a sweet little thing, and there was no denying Aldo Peretti had been a fucking psychopath.
    He didn’t regret how things had turned out, but his support of Shane, coupled with him providing the knife with which Mia had used to stab Aldo, had left their relationship strained. He was doing his best to repair it, but his main hope was he could just keep up the appearance of diplomacy until Sal retired and handed the whole mess over to his nephew Gio. Gio seemed like he would be slightly more reasonable and easier to work with, and there wouldn’t be bad blood between them, tainted by his role in Aldo Peretti’s murder.
    He imagined the aggression between them would have already escalated if not for the fact that Sal had doubts about Gio and Aldo’s loyalty. That had been what had led to the fight between Shane and Aldo, culminating with Aldo’s death. Sal hadn’t officially withdrawn support of his nephew, but Patrick’s spies told him Gio had certainly come under careful scrutiny by his grandfather. That meant it would be a longer time before the old man retired, and the more chance for aggression to bloom.
    Alexei was waiting for him in a darkened corner in a plush leather booth so luxurious it was almost embarrassing. He slid into it and nodded to the scantily clad waitress as she came to take his order. He kept it simple. “Scotch on the rocks.” As she moved