Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(71)

And two sisters.

And three significant others.

And a little nephew.

And a fucking partridge in a pear tree.

Oh, and it’s worth mentioning that Sierra’s father is a damn reverend.

…Lord have mercy on my soul.

But it’s time, and I’m not going to put off meeting the woman I love’s family another second. Even if it means taking the ferry there from Boston, at her insistence, even though driving would’ve been twice as fast.

The things we do for love, right?

It’s been eight months since the night of the fire, and a lot’s changed. For one, the Saint’s really are still moving in a much more legitimate direction, despite the threat of a war with the Ukrainians. We’ve stopped the gun trade, no more hit and runs, no shakedowns. Hell, Aela’s working with some small business nonprofits and some sort of angel investment types to set up a way for the Saints as an organization to invest in local, legitimate businesses.

Pretty cool shit, actually.

It’s not happening overnight - after all, our chapter of the Dark Saints in Southie is part of a bigger organization out of Dublin, and the Kings who run things over there still have to okay this new move. But I think they’re on board. Hell, we’re going to make more doing this than any of the gangster bullshit anyways.

Sierra ended up taking a semester off, which she spent collecting herself and regrouping.

…By which I mean, spending most of her time naked in my bed.

It seems to have done the trick though, ‘cause she’s back at school, and kicking ass. She’s about to graduate early actually, and the offers from firms have already started to roll in.

And me?

Well, there’s fewer problems to fix when you stop being a criminal. There are fewer messes to clean up when you don’t make them in the first place. And I have to say, that suits me pretty fucking okay.

Because the world isn’t for me to fix alone. It’s for all of us to make better, in our own way. My way is being the backbone whenever my family needs it.

My way is showing the girl I love that she’s the world to me.

Oh, and it turns out my way is also being the lead financial negotiator when it comes to new legitimate business ventures and the Dark Saints.

Me. A negotiator.

Who’d have fucking thought.

We did end up handing Marlow over to the Feds. You can’t exactly bargain with the FBI, but having a favor they owe you tucked into your back pocket is never a bad thing.

And then there’s Anton Boiko. Both he and Oleg skipped out the night of the fire and went into hiding for a bit. Oleg, however, caught an early retirement when some of Vadim’s Russians caught him in the wrong massage parlor, alone.

I have no idea what they did to him, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know. Fifteen years in the Saints have taught me a lot, and one in particular stands out: Russians do not fuck around when it comes to payback.

Anton’s still on the loose. He’s hiding, along with most of what’s left of his organization, and the threat is still there, hidden away.

But for now, things are looking peaceful, and the only immediate threat is what the fuck I’m going to do at a family dinner at the Hammond house. For all my experience, for all the battles I’ve fought, and for all the heat I’ve taken over the years, this one’s a new one.

Family dinner, with the woman I love.

I have no fucking idea what I’m in for, but I’m ready. Well, at least, I will be ready, once I finish making Sierra come.

…Guess I haven’t mentioned that I’ve got her skirt flipped up over her waist, her panties to the side, my fingers on her clit, and every fucking inch of my cock buried balls-deep in her pussy.

The big boat rocks again, and she whimpers this time as she leans back into me. We’re hidden from view, tucked away behind a bigger van by the front of the ferry, but the thrill is there, and I know she feels it. She moans around the hand she’s got jammed in her mouth, her pussy clenching me tight as my fingers roll over her clit. I growl into her ear, rocking my hips back and forth, slowly filling her in and out as she starts to tremble for me.

The boat lets out an ear-rattling honk, and I glance up to see the shore even closer now. Hell, I can make out the pier where we’ll be docking very soon.

“Better come quick, princess,” I husk into her ear, nipping the lobe and pumping myself deep inside of her as my fingers start to move faster and faster over her throbbing clit.

She gasps, arching her back and pushing her ass back against me.

“How- oh - how’d I let you talk me into this?”

“I don’t remember you putting up much of a fight,” I groan back.

“We’re almost there!” she whimpers, her eyes going wide at the quickly approaching pier.