The Mafia Contract Series

Make his life a living hell.

I can’t focus on anything other than that. Wesley has certainly delivered on his promise because every day of my miserable life, I’ve suffered at his hands.

The hatred burns so deep I almost feel it singe my soul and break it apart before reforming it into something else entirely. I was taken from a mother who would have loved me, even though she had nothing, and made Massimo think he had a son who was responsible for the death of the woman he loved. What a fucking shit show and I have the starring role.

I am silent and it’s only when we are several kilometers aways from Cedar Heights that Louise rests her hand on my arm and says gently, “Are you ok, Flynn? I’m worried about you.”

I merely nod because I can’t trust myself to speak and she says softly, “Please pull over. We need to talk about this.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Swerving sharply to the side of the road, I turn to her with the madness blazing from my eyes and only the fear in her expression stops me from smashing up my car.

Instead, I ball my fist and bang it onto the steering wheel and shout, “I’m going to fucking kill them both.”

Louisa’s cool hand on my face stops my rant as she twists it to face hers and the large, emotion filled eyes that stare at me with such compassion, douse the flames just a little.

“We got what we came here for. We have the answer you wanted most in the world. That we wanted most in the world. You aren’t related to Massimo, Flynn. You’re nothing like him.”

“Then who is my father, Louisa?”

I stare into her eyes with the hatred burning bright in mine.

“I’m guessing I already know the answer to that which doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Wesley?”

She looks worried and I groan, leaning back in my seat. “I would stake my entire bank balance on it. That cunning bastard saw a chance to guarantee his future, and he took it and fuck everyone else.”

“What do you mean?” She looks confused and I snap.

“Good old Wesley, from the kindness of his heart, took an abandoned baby and pretended it was Massimo’s son to save his precious daughter. Fuck that. Wesley saw a golden opportunity and has made Massimo forever in his debt. He raises his son and makes his life a living hell, earning Massimo’s undying loyalty for it. All the time Wesley knows the truth but thinks nothing of using his own son to save his own miserable skin. The fact it was Wesley who subjected Vivian to the most violent rape is exactly what he would do. Hell, he does it most nights for fun and then blows their brains out before they can talk.”

Louisa looks away and I regret my words. Just seeing the revulsion and horror on her face breaks me all over again because I put it there. It’s like a pail of cold water drenching me back from insanity and I reach out and pull her roughly against me and bury my face in her sweet-smelling hair that has the scent of fresh apples.

“I’m sorry, baby, you don’t need the details. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

To my surprise, she holds me with a fierceness that I wasn’t expecting and says firmly, “None of this is your fault, Flynn. You apologize for nothing. We will face this together, and I am always going to be on your side.”

Just hearing the words rebuilds a small part of my shattered soul and as I pull back, I drown in deep pools of emotion. Louisa is staring at me as if she wants to take all my pain for herself and as her lower lip trembles and the tears spill down her pretty face, it brings me back to the thing I want the most.

As I run my thumb across her cheek, I wipe the crystal water away from her eyes and whisper huskily, “It turns out we’re not related after all.”

A tentative smile ghosts her lips, and she whispers, “I think it does.”

I stare in wonder at the woman in my arms and now the possibilities for us have changed, I am keen to move things on. However, Louisa is inexperienced. She must be afraid and so I whisper huskily, “I think we should return to the apartment and work things out from there.”

As I make to pull away, she reaches out and drags me back to her and the slight flush on her face and her erratic breathing are like the greatest aphrodisiac in the world.

“Not before you kiss me, Flynn.”

She blushes as she says the words and I smile.

I can’t help dragging my finger across her plump lips as I say huskily, “Are you sure, baby? Do you really want to step over the line with me?”

“I do.” She bats those thick lashes and looks like a Botticelli cherub. So innocent, so sweet, and so tempting.

Then, as I hold her face in my hands, I lean closer and brush my lips against hers. Just touching them against mine is the most powerful experience and as I deepen the kiss, her lips part willingly and the sweep of my tongue stakes a claim on her that I will never surrender. Louisa is my woman, finally, and I will treasure every moment of this.

Our tongues twist in the most glorious dance of discovery and as we lean closer and my hand wraps around the back of her head, I show her how desirable she is. I feast on her. I consume her and I own every part of that mouth and pulling her lower lip between my teeth, I bite down gently, and her moan of passion is the sweetest sound. As kisses go, this one is the best I’ve ever had because it’s the start of something I have longed for all my life. It’s only her family I need to persuade now because it’s obvious Louisa wants the same as me and as we kiss after the most tumultuous hour of my life, she brings me right back down and calms my spirit. She has chased away the madness and replaced it with soft, sweet love.

We must kiss for a good thirty minutes before I reluctantly pull back and say softly, “We should return to the apartment. Things have changed and we need to discuss what that means for us.”

“Us?”

I hear the concern mixed with longing in her voice and I nod with a resolve that will never break.

“Yes, Louisa. I want you in my life and not as my fucking cousin, either. I want us to be a proper couple and I want to marry you.”

“Marry me.”

She sounds shocked and I say with determination. “Yes, baby. I’m not fooling around here. I knew from the moment I saw you I wanted to marry you and now the green light is flashing, I see no sense in holding back from that.”

“You say you have the green light. What if I have other ideas?”

Her teasing tone tells me she’s playing, and I grin. “Then I’ll have to persuade you, won’t I?”

“You will.” Her soft chuckle makes me smile and knowing she’s happy drives the last shadow away. There are no shadows when she’s around. She’s the light in my life that illuminates the dark corners and chases the monsters away. She calms my spirit and makes me a better man and I already know how important she is to me. Now I need to persuade her that she can’t live without me and that will be my pleasure because making this woman happy has now become my number one priority.