Page 6 of Owned By the Mafia
“Speak for yourself, old man,” I chuckle. “I can bed any woman I want.”
I glance at Molly, who’s paused at our table to put down more food, and she looks at me. “I’d rather be dead.”
Everyone bursts out laughing, including me, and Molly strokes my cheek. “Love, have a shave, will ya? You look like a homeless bodybuilder in a suit. It’s terrible.”
I blush and pull my face away. “Come on, Molly, you’re not my ma.”
“I am close to it,” she says sternly. “Don’t you take that insolent tone with me, boy, or you won’t get meals for a week.”
I get up and kiss her cheek. “Sorry, Molly, I know better than to speak back to you.”
“There’s a good lad. Ronan, stop gawking and eat your greens. Honestly, you boys would live off meat and potatoes if it weren’t for me hovering around you, making sure you ate something resembling a vegetable.”
“Potato is a vegetable.” Ronan mumbles.
Molly fixes him with a steely gaze, and he quickly dishes himself some more spinach.
She nods and leaves, and I chuckle.
“It seems being bossed by women runs in this family.”
Ronan chuckles. “I think Molly is scarier than any head of family we’ve ever known anywhere in the world. It would be a sad, poor fool that fucks with that woman.”
I smile. I wish Roman would just whisk Molly off her feet. He’s always loved her, always protected her. But she doesn’t want this life. She doesn’t want to worry about being shot at or coming home, and the love of her life is dead. She calls herself an old cat lady, but in all honesty, she should have been a mother. She certainly raised me and Jarryd well.
We finish our food, and Molly comes to clear our dishes. She always runs our table herself. The rest of her team takes care of the other lads. Ronan smiles at her. “Delicious as always, Molly. Every day, your food just gets better and better.”
“Hush you! You just want me to make shepherd's pie tomorrow.” She packs the dishes onto a tray.
“I wouldn’t say no to shepherd's pie,” I comment, wiping my mouth on my napkin.
“I decide what’s for dinner according to how you boys behave, and I don’t know if you deserve a well-loved homely meal like that. You all have given me so many gray hairs this last year.” Molly picks up the tray. “We’ll see.”
Ronan smiles, and as she leaves, he leans over to me. “That means we’re getting it.”
I chuckle. “When are Jarryd and Daniel going to be back from their trip?”
“Probably in a few days if all goes well and there’s no further delays. Maybe even sooner.” Ronan looks around and says goodbye to the lads as they leave, some in pairs and others alone.
“I’ll see you in the morning then.” I get up. “When does this Dinara start?”
“Tomorrow. I’ll text you the address of the new offices.”
I narrow my eyes, but he holds his hands up before I can say anything. “It’ll be neutral ground for everyone. Just do your best not to be… you.”
I sigh and walk out, stopping by Molly to get my jacket. It isn’t long before I’m home. I change into grey sweatpants with nothing else on. I sit on my sofa. The lamps cast a low light around the room while the curtains are drawn. It feels very secluded.
I rub my crotch through my pants. The thought of Dina beneath me, writhing, begging me for more, arouses me.
I imagine a board room, bending her over the table and taking her from behind. As the thoughts flood my head, my dick hardens. I rub it through the pants harder before I pull the waistband down and stroke it.
I fixate on a spot on the wall as I picture her bouncing back and forth on my dick over the table. I reach around with a free hand and rip her little blouse open so her breasts hang free and swing back and forth as I fuck her.
She wants me to stop, but she doesn’t. She knows it’s wrong, but her dripping pussy is a perfect fit for my dick because we were meant to be together.
I close my eyes, and I give a soft grunt as my hand flies up and down my cock, and my balls start to tighten.
As I cum I murmur the name of the person I’ve always been intoxicated with.