Saved Mafia Bride by Mae Doyle

Gavin

My sweet Clara has never had anyone show her all of the amazing things that life has to offer. It’s obvious from the way she slowly turns, taking in every inch of the house that she can see, her mouth hanging open.

“Unless you want me to slip my cock between those pretty little lips I’d close your mouth,” I tell her, locking the door and walking away. She’ll follow, I know she will, and I’m not surprised when I hear her behind me.

“This is the foyer,” I say, waving my hand. “Down the hall to the right is the bedroom. One bedroom. One bed.” I turn to grin at her and notice the way her eyes drop down to my pants before they snap back up to my face. “On the other side of the house is the kitchen and living space. Out back is a pool, but we won’t be swimming, not when you might be in danger.”

She follows me into the living room, her arms tight across her chest like she’s freezing. Walking over to the wall, I adjust the thermostat, turning it up just a little bit more to try to take the chill out of the room.

“My luggage is in the car,” I tell her, “and I’m going to go get it, but you need to stay in the house. I’ll get some things ordered for you so that you have something to change into later, okay?”

She nods but I hesitate. The last thing that I want is to leave her alone in here but I do need to bring everything else in. “Listen,” I say, going over and pulling her close to me. Her hands immediately fly up to rest on my chest and I grin down at her. “You stay in this house and I can keep you safe, got it? You do something stupid and you’re fucked.”

“Please.” She sounds choked but I don’t want to hear what she’s going to say. “Please, Gavin.”

“There’s nothing to discuss. You can try the doors and the windows, Clara, but I promise you, there’s no getting out unless you leave with me.” She blinks up at me like she can’t quite understand what I’m saying, and I walk away from her, making sure to close the front door behind me.

Every door and window in the house are fitted with biometric locks that are keyed for just three people to open them. Sean, Freddy, and I are the only ones who can get in and out of the house. Hell, Clara could try to throw a brick through the window but it wouldn’t work. As I walk to the car I feel her eyes on my back, but when I turn to look, I don’t see her there.

“She’ll be fine,” I tell myself, grabbing my suitcase from the back seat. It’s my go-bag, which means that it was already packed and ready for me when we decided to leave my house today. I’ll get some clothes shipped in to Freddy’s house ASAP for Clara as well as anything else that she needs to feel safe.

When I get back in she’s on the sofa curled up under a blanket. “You were serious about the doors and windows,” she tells me, and I grin.

“You tried them.”

She nods, her eyes wide. “You’re really not going to let me go, are you?” Her fingers grip the blanket tightly and I can tell that she’s doing her best to hold it all together but that she’s beginning to crack. “I don’t want to be kept in a cage like an animal, Gavin. I don’t want this.”

“I know.” Putting my stuff down, I kneel in front of her. “I know that you feel that way, Clara, but you have to understand that everything I’m doing is for you. I’m going to keep you safe, but that means that I have to keep you here. I’m going to make sure that nobody can ever hurt you again, but that means that you have to let me hide you for a little while.”

“And you’re going to just keep killing everyone who comes for me? Is that the plan?” She looks terrified and scoots back from me a little bit. “What about me? What if you get bored of me?”

Oh, fuck. This can’t happen. I can’t let Clara think that I could ever get bored of her. She’s perfect for me, delicious and curvy, sassy and sweet. I want to sit and talk to her just as badly as I want to fuck her and she has to understand that or none of this is going to work.

Moving quickly, I grab the blanket and whip it off of her.

“Hey!” She cries, lunging for it. “You can’t just take the from me!”

“I can do whatever I want,” I tell her, pinning her in place with my gaze. “And you need to understand that. But I don’t want to hurt you, Clara. I want to save you. I want to make you feel good every moment of the day. When you cum, it’ll be with my cock in your cunt. When you’re sad, I’ll fuck it out of you. Do you understand?”

“But you don’t really know me! It would be so much easier for you if you would just let me go, let me run. Let me try to make it out there on my own. Please, Gavin, please.” Tears stream down her face and I scoop her up, moving her out of the way so that I can sit heron my lap. She’s trembling like she’s a scared little animal and I pull her close, resting her head against my chest.

“You need to get one thing straight and get it through your head sooner rather than later,” I tell her. She stiffens but I rub her arms, turning her a little so that I can rub her back until she starts to relax. “I’m not the kind of man to just let someone go when I really want them, and I want you. You need someone to protect you and I’m that man.”

“I was fine on my own.”

I shake my head. “You hired the Jacobs brothers and look at how that worked out for you. They’re dead because they’re assholes and you’re all alone on your own again. Until I came along to save you. Or would you have rather it was Nick who walked through the doors at the strip club to whisk you away?”

She digs her fingers into my chest. “I just can’t win.”

For a moment, I’m not sure what to say to her, then I push her so that she’s sitting up and I can look at her. “You won,” I tell her, grabbing her chin and making her look at me. “You won because I’m never going to let anything happen to you. You really think that I would move out of my house for just anyone? That I would risk it all for someone I didn’t care about?”

“I’m nothing,” she says, her voice so soft and sad that the words actually cause me pain. It’s more painful to listen to her say that than it would be if she were screaming at me and fighting me to get away. “You don’t get it.”

Fucking hell. Words aren’t working with Clara, which means that there’s only one way left for me to show her just what I really think about her.