The Mob Princess’s Enemy (Mafia Ties #2) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Ties Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
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“Out!” he roared. The guys tore their gazes away from me and hurried from the room.

“It isn’t as bad as it looks,” I chided. “It’s not like I’m naked.”

It was pretty damn close, but I was partially covered. The barely-there slip I’d worn underneath my wedding gown left little to the imagination.

“Fecking hell, ya might as well be.”

“I guess Sean figured since he wasn’t going to marry me, then I didn’t need to keep my wedding dress on.”

“I’m gonna tear the bloody eejit’s bollocks off.”

His thick brogue was a sure clue to how pissed off he was. “Careful, your Irish is showing.”

“Jaysus, Carly. You’re the only woman I know who’d make a joke at a time like this.” He rubbed his face in exasperation and hissed in pain when his fingers brushed his bandaged and bruised nose, clearly having forgotten about the injury.

“You want to tell me how that happened?”

“I shouldna’ left you alone.”

Yeah, I knew exactly who had broken his nose. Considering I’d been taken while he was supposed to be watching over me, I guessed I should be relieved that’s all Brandon had done to him. “How about we call it even if you untie me and find me something to wear?”

“Shit, sorry,” he murmured, rushing forward to work on the rope wrapped around my hands.

Once I was free, I wriggled my fingers and toes to get the blood flowing in them again while Tommy searched the room. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a queen size bed and a small set of drawers the only furniture. Considering what Sean had told me it was used for, I wasn’t surprised.

“There isn’t a fecking thing in here.”

“Sex slaves don’t exactly have belongings,” I explained quietly. “And if they did, a man would have to be an imbecile to keep her stuff around after he’s killed her.”

“Fecking hell,” he growled, lifting his black, long-sleeved shirt over his head and tossing it to me. “Put this on so I can get you the feck out of here before your husband decides my broken nose isn’t punishment enough for landing you here.”

I slipped the shirt on and walked to the door, but stopped to look at him over my shoulder before I left the room. “There will be no ‘getting me the fuck out of here.’ You’ll take me to Brandon.”

“He gave me orders, Carly.”

I straightened my spine and injected all my determination into my tone. “He may be my husband, but he’s not the boss of me. Not when it comes to O’Reilly business. Don’t make me tell you again, Tommy. You’ll be taking me to him. Now.”

“Fine,” he muttered. “But you’d better be bringin’ me all my favorite foods when ya visit me in the hospital.”

“Oh, shit,” one of the guys murmured, stepping out of my way as I stormed past them towards the big house. Getting out of my path was a good idea, because I’d never been more furious in my life. I was out for blood, and I was damn well going to be the one who drew it.

“Give me your spare piece.” It wasn’t a request, and Tommy knew me well enough to hand over the gun he kept in an ankle holster without asking any questions. The weight felt good in my hands, settling some of the knots in my stomach. I’d felt powerless from the moment the limo doors had locked behind me and I’d heard Sean’s voice, but not anymore. Brandon and our men were here, I had a weapon in my hand, and Sean was going to pay for making me fear for my baby’s life. Him and his demented friend.

Tommy put his arm out in front of me, stopping my progress when we made it to the back door of the house. We all waited there until he nodded his head and breathed a sigh of relief. “Conor confirmed the coast is clear.”

“Conor?”

Tommy tapped his ear and nodded before leading me into the house. “Yeah, and your man is not happy to know we’re headed his way.”

“I wish I could let that sway my decision, but we both know why I can’t.”

“I just hope he understands it as well, or else my nose isn’t going to be the only part of my body he will have broken today.”

I patted him on the back. “Brandon knows what kind of woman he married. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to him that I’m not willing to walk away from this until it’s finished.”

“Can you blame the man?” Tommy asked, turning towards me as he paused in front of a door with his fingers wrapped around the knob. “You were taken from your wedding reception, with his baby in your belly. He isn’t really in the mood to be reasonable about anything, I don’t think.”



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