Page 9 of Owned By the Mafia

He leaves, and I frown.

That distinctly felt patronizing, and my teeth were set on edge. I fucking hate that man with the passion of a thousand wounded souls. I go back to sorting out my office, but my thoughts are on Robbie.

I remember being handcuffed to the bed with my legs pushed up either side of him. He had been so rough, biting me hard enough to leave bruises all over my body but not hard enough to break skin. He had been so rough with my breasts, been obsessed with them. I remember how he had teased me and prolonged the pleasure so that it would sometimes take forty-five minutes to an hour for me to orgasm. Touching me, rubbing against me, licking and sucking…

I find myself warm between my thighs, and I shake my head. I catch my face in the mirror, and it’s red. The man was a fucking sicko who stalked me for years after what we had was over, and I was terrified that he would take me and never let me see the light of day again. Everyone knows Robbie is seven out of eight screws loose of a fitment.

No one tightened the lug nuts on that brain, and on top of that, he’s a crack-shot and killer assassin. No pun intended.

I shift slightly, pressing my thighs together, but the warmth in my groin doesn’t go away.

It wasn’t just bruises and stalking. There had been other things he’d done to me.

Things I’d enjoyed.

Chapter 5 - Robbie

I need to play this carefully. Ronan cannot know about mine and Dina’s previous relationship—no one can. It’s a weakness I don’t want to flaunt. She was the one who got away.

I won’t lie; when I had her that close, and she produced a gun to my cock and threatened me, the way she took charge, my cock was rock hard just from that. Luckily, I hid it well. There’s something new about her, an air of confidence that hadn’t been there when she was twenty-five, and a part of me wonders if it’s real or an act.

I have to seem outraged by this situation, even though it places me to be near her. Right where I have always wanted to be. I would have continued to stalk her and forced her to be mine years ago if Katya hadn’t married Alessandro and created a more threatening enemy to our family.

I had to back off, not because anyone told me to but because my loyalty, first and foremost, is to the Quinns.

And as exciting as it was to be close enough to feel her warm breath on my lips, my new office is not.

I at least wormed my way back to the same floor as her so I could keep an eye on her, but this tiny little shithole office that will barely fit a desk will not cut it. I think I’ll take a leaf out of her book and break the wall between the two offices so I can incorporate one of the boardrooms into my office.

I don’t need her approval for that kind of shit, it’s not security related.

I hear the elevator doors close and realize she’s left without a word.

I need to go and sort the men out, but when I get to the first floor, no one is there. I don’t have Dina’s number to check with her if she sent them away, but I text Aidan, who says the men were told to go to the pier for a job with the Italians.

I sigh. This disrespect has to come to an end. If I just shoot one of the guys, regardless of the family they’re from, I’ll command a healthy level of respect that will ensure the others listen.

I lock up my office, take the elevator to the ground floor, and go to Rudy. “Where did she go?”

“Miss Dina said she would be back as soon as she can, that’s all.” They both stood when I walked in, showing me the respect I deserved. I wondered if they stood for her.

“I’m leaving. Call me on my cell when she's back to let me know.” It is an instruction, not a request, and the two men nod their understanding.

I leave, walking swiftly to my car and getting in.

It’s not far to drive to my family’s pub, and once I’m parked, I go inside. I need to play this carefully: if I show I’m excited to work with Dina or if I show I know her, Ronan will have questions I don’t want to answer.

So when I step in, I compose my face into one of irritation. My oldest brother is seated at the bar this time, eating his lunch of fish and chips while Molly packs away glasses.

I stomp over to him and growl, “I didn’t know you meantthatDinara. I’ve heard about her. She’s weak. I won’t be taking orders from her, Ronan. I won’t work for a weak fucking woman.”

Ronan is not surprised at my outburst, but Molly leans over and whacks me against the ear, causing my ear to ring slightly.

“Don’t you say women are weak or can’t lead, you little rat. There is nothing wrong with working for a woman. They are good at organizing things and discipline. I mean, for fucks sake, Robbie, it’s in our DNA to police little children all the time, grown men included.” She looks at Ronan, motioning in my direction with her head. “He’s lucky he doesn’t work for me. I’d tan his little hide for being so insubordinate.”

“Maybe I should put him in your kitchens,” Ronan jokes. Molly scoffs and walks off, unfazed by this.

Ronan turns to me, chewing softly and swallowing. “While I am mildly annoyed that you interrupted my lunch, that was rather amusing. I should put you in Molly’s kitchen for a year or two. You’d learn a healthy respect for women.”