Falling For The Mob

50 End it

~AN Multiple updates at the same time, make sure you are reading the right chapter.

Sam

I listen to the wind break against the aircraft, her calm and rhythmic breath brushing against my neck, making it next to impossible not to give in to comfort and fall asleep. At the last minute, she decides to take medication to make our trip back more relaxed. With no sleep, we'll have little problem with jet lag upon arrival back in the city.

"Was the trip to your liking, Love?"

Her humming vibrates through my chest with approval. "It was almost perfect. If only we could have stayed longer, but now you need to turn back to serious Sam."

A gentle smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. "Yes, our boring lives must continue, but I can guarantee that vacation Sam will not disappear completely. In fact..."

In one swift move, I have her on her back with my hips resting between her thighs. "Have you ever heard of the mile high club?"

She giggles out her amusement. "You can't be serious. How can you still be horny?" Our last hours in Paris were indeed by my definition perfection, with us leaving the bed for no more than half an hour to pack before the car came.

As an answer, I bury my face in her neck and begin a gentle assault on her skin. There's no hesitation as her body arches into me, indicating that I will, in fact, get exactly what I am seeking.

Already having been in only my underwear, it takes little effort to have us both comply, stripped and back under the sheets.

My hand slips between her thighs with such ease, showing me how ready she already is. She spreads her legs wider, her eyes showing lust and anticipation. The throbbing between my own takes control over my every action, I need to taste every bit of her before I lose my mind.

As I'm about to take what I want, the room begins shaking.

"Nothing but a bit of heavy turbulence," I assure her, but I find Zoë with her eyes pressed closed, clutching the sheets as if her life depends on it.

"Sorry, ladies, just a hard gust of wind," Addy crackles through the speakers, apparently having decided to join her husband in the cockpit.

Her breath is sharp as I lean back down and pull her into my chest. Whatever mood we have cultivated disappears in an instant. Even if Zoë still had interest, hearing Addy's voice when my face is between Zoë's thighs is enough to make me consider celibacy for a week.

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As my foot hits the soil, I sense an immediate shift in the air.

In the distance I see my father, his posture hard and threatening. With hasted steps, I walk towards him. Immediately he confirms my sense of stress. His iconic frown is deeper, his eyes hungry for blood. I could see it from the plane. He looks like Jack Claymore in his prime, where he could order any death and not lose a moment's sleep.

"Cacciatrici has sent us a message. They have somehow figured out that you were out of the country and decided to make a move. We have a family meeting in half an hour." His eyebrows seem thickened by his expression.

"What have they done?"

He takes time contemplating his reaction before his eyes shift to the jet behind me, where Zoë is taking the final steps down the stairs. "We shall discuss this later. For now Jonas can drive her home. Say your goodbyes Samantha."

A friendly smile breaks on his face. "Zoë, my dear. You seem happy."

He leans in, kissing the crown of her head as she takes her place beside me. It has always baffled me how he can switch between the murderous Jack Claymore and Sweet Uncle Jack with such ease. And they call me the sociopath in the family.