Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 30

Nico

"I need the plane, Veronica. Please have it ready for me for tomorrow early at five a.m. I am making a trip back into New York. I do not want anybody alerted; I will handle it at my end."

"Of course, Nico. Where are you planning on staying? Not back at your home I take it?"

"No, of course not. Book me into Trump Tower, it'll be safe there. Nobody will know I'm flying in and Veronica, not a word to anyone."

"Understood. Please be safe."

"Always." I hang up and check the time, it's almost six I told Lucky to be ready by seven, I just have one more call to make to Tony to let him know my plans. At the moment, he is the only one I can trust. Somebody has to oversee what's going on there and I cannot do it from here. Lucky will have to stay; she has no choice but I can fly back and make some visits myself. Obviously, Tony isn't getting anywhere people will not talk to him not that he's a soft touch not at all, but I have learned that my methods can be more persuasive.

From my wardrobe I pick out a warm black, wool jacket and a navy scarf. The evening air is now much cooler and make my way to her bedroom suite. Softly I knock on the door. "It's open," she replies.

I open the door and step inside to find her laying on her bed with her feet in the air reading. "I see you found a book to read what is it?"

"War and Peace, I didn't know you liked the classics."

"I already told you I did, I quoted you or have you already forgotten?"

"I try to forget most things you tell me. When are we getting out of here, I want my life back."

"When I say so. Get up, the horses are ready." I pause as she insolently looks at me and raise my eyebrows when she doesn't move. "Lucky," I warn her, "don't make me come over there and drag you off the bed." Although the thought of dragging is far from my mind. With her cute peachy ass encased in tight black leggings, my dick has other things on its mind other than going out on the horses.

With the acts of a true diva, she slaps the book closed and tosses it aside on the bed. "Can't I just eat in my room without you?"

"I thought we were making progress," I say sarcastically. Like hell we are, she's one tough nut to crack yet it is impossible to deny the chemistry between us. I wonder why she must fight it so much; I know for a fact she wants me as much as my own body craves her.

"Get up now." I roar at her causing her eyes to open wide then narrow. The emerald green of her irises glint at me dangerously.

"Do not fucking shout at me." Nonetheless she gets up off the bed like a teenager who doesn't want to get out of bed and stomps towards me. I look down at her bare feet, noticing the red color on her nails.

"You planning on riding barefoot, Princess? I wouldn't recommend it." Her hands go to her narrow hips, the same hips I want to pull towards me to let her know how much my cock wants her right now, petulance and all. I'd take it, God knows any man would with her sultry eyes, pillow like full lips, her long sheet of dark hair hanging around her shoulders. She huffs and puffs, it amuses me as I watch her perfect tits rise then fall.

"Fine." And there you go; she has to have the last word. Oh, how my Princess challenges me and to my amusement. A few minutes later she has put on some warm socks and the riding boots that were left in her dressing room.

"You need a jacket it's cold outside." I lean against the door frame with my arms crossed watching every move she makes all the while she keeps her chin up, defiant as ever.