Gambling with the mafia

Chapter 8- Declan

I take ciara to an airport with my private plane and her face lights up even more, “you have a plane?! Your own plane?!” She squeals. I just take her hand and guide her onto the plane. She is the most beautiful thing to me in this world right now, and I am absolutely living to make her happier. “It's going to be a few hours before we get where we're going so I asked my chef to prepare you some dinner.” she beams at me.

While the chef is tending to Ciara I check my messages and I see one from Carlo asking about how much longer until we take care of our father. I respond and let him know it won't be until after the week. Scheduling our fathers demise is a bit morbid but I want to focus on Ciara just for this day. I turn to her and she's happily eating the food the chef prepared. “Comfortable princess?” I ask as I sit with her. She enthusiastically nods while she chews her food. I touch her face bringing it to face me, and kiss her on the forehead.

She blushes and smiles, and then turns to eat the rest of her food. “Is this your first time flying?” I ask her. “Yes. I'm nervous but I'm not scared of heights. I'm excited and nervous. Where are we going? I thought we were getting married?” She finished her food and is now sitting cross legged in her seat. “We are going to get married. In Paris.” I watch her face light up entirely. “PARIS FRANCE?!” She squeals and clasps her hands together in excitement. I chuckle and nod my head yes. She bounces in her seat still showing how excited she is.

The next 12 and a half hours consist of napping together in the reclining seats. I don't want to scare her by offering to sleep in the bedroom together. While she sleeps I answer some business emails as well as texts from Carlo. At some point she wakes up on my shoulder. She looks up at me from her long eyelashes and smiles. I lean in to kiss her, pausing to wait for permission and she nods. The kiss starts off slow and sweet but grows and she climbs on my lap. Her initiative turns me on immediately, my c**k swelling. She deepens the kiss opening her mouth and I slip my tongue in loving the way she tastes.

She positions herself straddling my lap. She gasps when she feels me beneath her and leans back, leaving me panting. Her hand trails down my abdomen and onto my erection. I watch her experimentally stroke my c**k outside my pants. I clench my jaw trying to control myself and not rush things. She continues her motions and then looks me in the eyes “Is this ok?” She whispers.

“You have no idea what you do to me princess.” I grab the back of her neck and pull her to me. It causes her to stop her hand so I grind her hips into my lap. Her dress has rode up significantly, now bunched up around her thighs. She takes over the grinding trying to get some relief for herself. I moan into her mouth and grip the hairs at the nape of her neck making her open her mouth back up to me. “Time to buckle up, we're landing now.” the captain breaks through my lust filled haze. We break apart slowly panting heavy, I lift her back into her seat fixing her dress and buckling her in.

Her face is flushed as she fixes her hair and straightens her dress. “I hope you know I plan on claiming that delicious little body of yours as soon as we're married.” I whisper in her ear and then sit up straightening my tie and focusing on something else to cool myself off. The plane lands smoothly and by the time we land we're slightly more collected. We didn't bring luggage so getting off the plane was easy. I just grab her hand and we walk to my private driver. “Take us to Céline.” I told the driver.

When we get there Renata greets us “Oh, is your home in Paris?” Ciara asks her excitedly when she realizes she'll be dressed by her here in Paris as well. “Yes Sweet girl! I only fly to America for Declan!” she says in her heavy french accent. “Well thank you for doing that Renata!” she tells her and then whispers to me “This is too much Declan!” But I just smile and turn to Renata “Have her at the church by Noon.”I turn to Ciara, “ I'll leave you with a guard my princess.” and kiss her softly on her lips.

I leave them at the shop to pick out a gown for Ciara. When I get in the back of the town car I call Carlo. It rings once “Brother.” He says in greeting. “Carlo when I get back we'll take care of our father. Is everything in place?” I ask him. “Yep everything is ready.” He says and we say our goodbyes. The plan is to execute him and dispose of the body, quickly and quietly. The others already suspect we're planning it and I don't expect any push back.

I first go to our hotel suite and change into my tux and then the driver brings me to the cathedral. I need to persuade the priest to marry us without having spoken to them beforehand and gotten a blessing. I've heard this is a more willing priest in these situations. “Father, I'm looking to get married today at noon.” I tell the old withered man. “Such short notice. Maybe for a small donation to the church.” He tells me, I know he doesn't want a 5 dollar tithing. I hand him a roll of cash out of my suit jacket, roughly five thousand American dollars give or take. He puts it in his own pocket and I doubt it's gonna be going towards the church.

Ciara pulls up to the church with the bodyguard and Renata. She gets out of the car and my heart stops. She is the most beautiful creature I've laid eyes on. Her gown is all lace and shows just the smallest amount of cleavage and I can't wait to rip it off her tonight. I take her hand and kiss her gently on the lips. “You look beautiful, My Princess.” I told her. “Are you ready to get married?” I ask her and she nods with a small smile on her lips.