Claimed Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle
Trevor
Salvatore and Marcelo, my cousins, sit across from me at the diner. We don’t normally do family meetings out and about where people might get the idea that they can listen in on what we’re saying, but this morning we were all so hungry after a late night at work that some fried eggs and plenty of dark coffee sounded like just the thing to keep us all from feeling like crap all day.
Finishing my cup of coffee, I hold up a finger to signal the waitress, and our conversation dies down. The last thing that any of us want is for someone to overhear what we’re talking about, which is why we’re in the last booth in the diner, tucked into the back away from the door and all of the families stopping in here on a Saturday morning to load up on carbs and grease for the day.
The waitress throws me a wink and then saunters away after filling up my mug and I take a sip, enjoying how strong they make the coffee here.
“You need to settle down one day, Trevor,” Salvatore tells me, crossing his arms on his chest and leaning back in the booth. “Remind me again why you haven’t found a good woman who will put up with your shit.”
“Because he’s hung up on Jane.” Marcelo throws me a grin and I flip him off.
“I can’t tell you shit,” I say, taking another sip of my coffee. It was one night when Marcelo and I had been drinking after he’d gotten married that I’d made the mistake of telling him about Jane. I didn’t share her name or much about her, only that there was a woman I thought I wanted. But of course the bastard poked around until he found out who the hell she was.
It didn’t matter anyway, since she’d left town. I’d kept an eye on her for a while, calling in contacts around the country to keep her in their sights so that I would know what she was doing, but she managed to hide from view somewhere and I lost track of her. I’ve been looking, though, and I’m sure that she’ll show back up on my radar eventually.
Her mom still lives in town. I like to drive by the house once a week or so just to keep an eye on the place. Jane has stayed away so far, but I know that she won’t be able to forever. Family matters to someone like her, I got that much out of her after I fucked her. She’ll come home.
But it’s already been four fucking years and I’m getting tired of waiting. It doesn’t matter what I do, there’s something about her that got under my skin, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anyone else. No matter how great my cousins think a woman is, nobody has ever matched up to Jane.
When I see her again, I’m going to take her. I thought at first that my cousins were insane for capturing their wives and locking them up when they met, but I get it now. My fingers itch to touch Jane. I want to feel her under me every fucking night, and if I have to lock her up to make that happen, then I’m willing to do just that.
The three of us are silent for a moment and I know that my cousins are waiting on me to tell them more about Jane, but I refuse. She’s mine, and until she knows it and is in my bed every single night, I don’t want to share any information about her.
When Salvatore and Marcelo realize that they’re not going to get any more information out of me, they slip a folder across the table to me. “This is what we know about Lenny Lasko,” Salvatore says, keeping his voice low.
“He’s been trying to move some drugs through town.” Marcelo taps the front of the folder and I flip it open so that we can all look at it. “Smarmy asshole, thinks that he can do whatever he wants now that Salvatore and I are family men.”
That makes me laugh. Just because they’re both married and have kids doesn’t make them family men. In fact, they’re about as far away from being family men as anyone that I’ve ever met. The two of them are just as likely to put a bullet in your brain for looking at them sideways as they are to take the kids out for ice cream.
The folder has everything that you’d need to know to hunt someone down. Not only are there a few pictures of Lenny so that it’s easy to recognize him from any angle, but also a family tree, information on his known associates, and everything about his job. I know what kind of car he drives, how he likes his coffee, and could probably find out what time of the day he takes a shit if I really wanted to know. The Bonanno family is nothing if not thorough and I shut the folder, looking up at my cousins. “So what’s the plan with Lenny? We going to give him a little warning or just stop him from doing stupid shit?”
“Warning,” Salvatore says, giving me a little nod. “He’s an asshole, alright, but he should be pretty easily scared. Besides, we don’t have any new construction going up for a month or so.”
I get what he’s saying. Our family is notorious for dumping bodies of people we don’t need to deal with in the foundations of new construction. It’s a great way to handle assholes who don’t deserve to breathe any longer and ensure that they won’t be found anytime soon.
“I’ll go talk to him,” I say, draining the last of my coffee and picking up the folder. Slipping from the booth, I glance around the diner, letting my eyes skim over the people who have gotten here since we sat down to eat. I do this all the time, but it took me a while to realize that I’m always looking for Jane.
It doesn’t matter how big the crowd is, my eyes are always flicking over people looking for her dark chestnut hair, her wide doe eyes. I’ll find her again and this time, no matter what, I’m not letting her go.
Marcelo and Salvatore move to get out of the booth as well, but something has caught my eye and I can’t seem to move. I’d swear that it was Jane, but that doesn’t make sense. The woman’s behind the counter, tying on an apron, a resigned look on her face.
Jane worked for a law office. She’s smart, educated, and there’s no way that she’d stoop to slinging coffee and waffles at a corner diner. Still, I wait, watching as the woman brushes hair out of her face. She turns away from me, but not before I see the same lips I crushed under mine, the same brow furrowed a little as she’s thinking.
It’s Jane.
My cock immediately springs to life in my jeans as I look at her. I feel my heart beat faster, feel desire coursing through every inch of my body. Turning slightly, I hand the folder back to Marcelo, pressing it to his chest so that he’ll take it from me.
The sound of the diner disappears as I stalk over to the counter, lifting up the pass through that only wait staff are supposed to use. The owner, standing by the cash register, turns to me. “You can’t be back here!” His voice is loud enough to make everyone else in the diner shut up and pay attention, but I don’t give a shit about him.
Jane turns as I reach out and grab her arm, her eyes flicking up to my face. For a moment she’s still, then a look of panic appears. Her eyes grow wide and she tugs back on her arm to try to get me to let her go, but I have no interest in freeing her.
I’ve been looking for her for years, and there’s no way in hell that I’m going to walk away from her now.
“Trevor?”
Fuck, it feels damn good to hear my name come out of her sweet lips. I can still remember what it felt like to have my cock in her mouth, to feel her tongue wrapping around my length. It was fucking heaven here on earth and I’ve missed her.
“Jane, what are you doing here?”
“You can’t be back here!” The owner is practically screaming at me now, but I ignore him, knowing full well that my cousins are going to handle it. “Leave!” He reaches for me but before he can touch me, Salvatore’s hand comes down on his shoulder.
The entire diner has fallen silent. Everyone’s staring at us, but I honestly don’t care. Jane got under my skin that one night at the pub and I haven’t been able to forget her. Everywhere I look, I look for her. Every sandy blonde makes me think that I’ve found her.
I don’t give a shit what she’s doing back in town, all I know is that there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go again.
