Savage Mafia Prince

Savage

F or the next few days, everything feels frozen. I don’t want to move or breathe too loudly, like it might bring more of Father’s attention down on us. I’m following his orders. With the help of Colm and some of our trusted guys, we’re trying to figure out just what Eamon’s intentions are, and how far he’s willing to fuck the Banna over to accomplish them.

But we’re doing it quietly, because the last thing I want right now is a gunfight. My father favors speed over a light touch, but I’m hoping that with this one, I can get by.

Plus, the less time I spend neck-deep in Banna bullshit, the more time I have to spend with Micah. I’m still convinced that this is all going to be whipped away from me at a moment’s notice. I want to take advantage of whatever time I have with him, and I’m more than happy to let him pretzel my body in any way he wants in the name of this intense new intimacy between us.