Mistress For The Mafia Princes

TWO ~ Maeve

The air between us was thick with anticipation.

Blue eyes straightened suddenly, looking past me towards the back exit.

“Damn," he muttered.

His brother and I turned sharply to where his gaze had been.

A curse came from under his breath.

“What?" I was still looking for the source of their agitation, when I was suddenly spun on my heels and a deep kiss was planted on my lips.

“Sorry, love," Blue eyes said. “We have urgent business to attend to."

"We'll be back,” his brother promised.

And with that, they dashed towards the exit and melted into the crowd.

I brushed my lip with my thumb, relishing the feeling of the kiss.

I thought about their offer and wondered what it would have been like to let two of them have me.

At the same time.

My stomach fluttered at the thought.

I turned around to find any sign of Chloe, and across the crowd, I locked eyes with the bear-man from earlier.

He smiled and started to make his way towards me.

In a panic, I made a beeline for the exit.

I burst through the door and was met with the sudden darkness and silence of the alleyway.

The cold air stung on my face, and burned my lungs as I tried to catch my breath.

A cough and a groan broke the silence and I turned towards the dumpster where the sounds came from.

I saw legs stretched out from behind the dumpster.

I froze, thinking it was a bum and I might get robbed. That's when I noticed the shoes had a mild glint in the dim light.

“Hello?" I called out. “Are you alright?"

Another cough, “Go away."

I knew that voice.

I rounded the dumpster to get confirmation. “You,"

It was one of the twins from the club. I couldn't tell which one as I could not see the color of his eyes in the darkness.

“What are you doing out here?" I put my hands on my hips and looked down at him.

His head rolled back against the trash bags he was leaning up against.

“I told you to leave me alone," he said, his voice drifting.

I crouched down in concern. “Where’s your brother? I thought you guys had business to attend to?"

It was only when I got closer that I noticed his hands. They were on top of each other, pressed on his torso.

And they weren't pale, like the rest of his skin.

They were red. Shining. Wet.

“Yeah," he said wryly. “Business happened to me."

“Oh my God!" I gasped. “You're bleeding,"

“Lower your voice," he groaned.

“I need to call —"

“No police!"

“But you need an ambulance." I fumbled for my phone to dial 911.

"No ambulance either.” He slapped the phone out of my hands and grabbed my arm.

“Listen,” he snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut. “You’re going to turn around, walk out of this alley, and erase every trace of me from your damn memory. Got it?"

This close up, I took a good look at him.

My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could just see the tinges of yellow and purple on the skin of his face, the swelling that was just starting to form and the split lip.

His hot breath fanned my face as he slowly released his grip on my hand.

“You're not going to leave, are you?" he said, as if in realization.

“No, not while you're in this state."

He sighed, "They're coming back,” he told me. “A cop car spooked them, but it won’t hold them off for long. You’ve got to help me up, now.”

I wondered who "them" was without voicing it.

I couldn't help but notice the contrast in his tone now compared to back in the club. But I guessed it could be excused from a guy that had been beaten, stabbed and left to die.

I braced myself and allowed him to hang onto my neck as he gathered his legs under himself to stand.

“Hehe," a voice came from the entry to the alleyway. “Looks like you got your ladyfriend to help you."

I looked up, and in the darkness I could make out a group of men coming down towards us.

"f**k,” the guy cursed from beside me and pushed me away from him. " You need to leave. Now!"

It was too late to run. The men had come down the alley and blocked any escape route we might have used.

“Why does she need to leave?” the leader of the group said. “She can watch us kill you, and then I'll f**k her on your corpse."

I sucked in a breath.

They had guns and knives.

At that moment though, any fear I had was overridden by an irrational need to protect this man. So I stepped forward to put myself in the line of sight of the men.

They ambled closer.

“What the f**k are you doing?!" He whispered harshly behind me.

My answer was lost in my throat when a slap tore across my face, and I was thrown to the ground.

As my ears rang, it took me a while to gather myself before I rolled onto my back and looked up.

I thought I was seeing double at first until I realized that both brothers were now in the alleyway.

Three of the five gang men were on the ground and each of the brothers was wrestling one up close.

They didn't notice one of the men on the ground coming up slowly, raising a gun.

A chill went through me and time slowed.

I didn't stop to think.

In an instant, I was on my feet and I jumped towards the brother that the gun was aimed at.

The gun went off.

I landed on top of one of the brothers, having shouldered him out of the way. At the same moment, I felt a searing pain in my upper arm.

I groaned and rolled off him, clutching my arm.

Two more shots went off and I winced. No new pain came.

I looked up to see that the brothers were the last ones standing.

Some of the men were still moving, but it was clear that they weren't threats.

One of the brothers was bent slightly, clutching his stomach and the other one looked down at the groaning men on the ground.

I could only imagine the thought going through his head — kill them or leave them.

In the distance, I could hear the sound of sirens.

He seemed to come to a conclusion as he took the gun, wiped it off with the bottom of his shirt, and placed it in the hand of one of the dead gang men.

They both looked around as if to assess the situation, and the one that wasn't injured quickly made his way to me.

“Are you okay?" he asked.

"I don't know.” I removed the hand wrapped around my injury. At the sight of the blood, my stomach rolled with nausea and I placed the hand back.

“You saved my life." he said.

A thud came from behind us. His brother was on the ground.

“We need to get out of here. Now."

The sirens were getting closer.

He moved to help his brother and I scrambled to find my phone on the ground.

“Come on," one brother helped the other into one of the cabs lined up outside the alley and I scrambled in after them.

“Where?" the driver said, and I rattled off my address before any of the men could say anything else.

“No," came from beside me.

“You need to get your brother cleaned up, and you said no hospital." I whispered harshly. “My mum's a nurse, I can patch him up."

I took the silence for acceptance and shot a quick text to Chloe.

Sweat beaded at the back of my neck, cold and clammy. Realization suddenly crashed all at once.

I could’ve died.

By every right, I should have.

But somehow, I was still here.

I tried to steady my breathing as the cab pulled up in front of my house.

I escort my house guests inside and up the stairs to my bedroom.

This is easy enough as my mum is on the night shift.

I picked up a first aid box immediately and got to work on the brother that had been stabbed. I got him something to drink and then tore off his clothes to tend to the wound.

“Cute," the other brother said to me, gesturing to my room.

“Thank you," I said.

I worked in silence for a moment.

"It's Liam.” I looked up. "My name. It's Liam. That's Lucas you're patching up right now.”

“Oh," I said simply, making it a point not to tell them mine.

Liam had taken off his shirt and I tried my hardest to look only at his face.

Lucas grunted from his position on the bed as I finished up with the stomach wounds and started to apply ointment to the cuts on his face.

Now that his stab wound was covered, I tried not to stare at the tight muscles on his bare stomach.

I tried to ignore the heat I felt with him so close to me.

I pretended not to notice the prominent “V" below his navel that dipped into his dress pants.

Or the way his breaths came long and slow as he glanced at my lips.

I hoped the lights were dim enough to hide the blush that crept up my cheeks.

“I love your dress," Liam's whisper came from behind me, breaking the silence.

I looked down to notice that the red color of the dress did nothing to hide all the blood smears.

Small tears peppered the body of the dress.

Lucas' eyes followed mine, and he immediately said “Take it off."

“What?"

“Your dress is ruined, take it off” he drawled.

Liam closed the space between us and hesitated as if to gauge my reaction. He then reached out and pulled down my zipper, and I quietly slipped out of the dress.

“You," Lucas growled as he stood up. “Are f*****g beautiful."

Before I could respond with something witty, his lips crashed onto mine.

Everything after that felt like a blur.

Clothes were discarded, and the energy flowed just as smoothly as it did when we were on the dance floor.

I found myself experiencing a type of ecstasy I never thought possible.

There were no words. There was nothing except the quiet rhythm of our breaths, the rustle of skin against sheets, the feel of their fingers against my body, and the slow rise of heat blooming in the space between us.