Jilliana

I can't believe this rat bastard. If he thinks I'm just going to roll over just because I needed to break down and do everything, he tells me to do, he's in for quite a surprise. I hate that I cried once again, but when he said those words the damn inside of me broke.

I've been remaining strong for so long, I needed to let it out. It just happened to be on his chest. Looking down as the car drives through the gate I can see I soaked his nice shirt. Oh well. What's a girl to do? He told me to let it out.

It takes all of a minute for the car to reach the front door of the house. I can see his father and uncle standing by Henry, their butler. Within the open doorway are Keighan's step mother and my grandmother. I must admit I'm a little confused on why grams would be here at this hour.

It's got to be close to midnight. Grabbing Keighans wrist I check his Rolex. Sure, enough it's past midnight. "She's missed you." Keighan says close to my ear.

When I look up at him, he doesn't look like the man I fell in love with. No, sitting before me is the natural born killer. His eyes are on alert. He's no longer sitting comfortably. His shoulders ate straight back, head held high, and muscles tense.

He's being the Irish Mafia Prince at this moment. The man he was born to be. There have always been two sides to him. The laid back, wiseass alpha manhore I know and fell in love with. Then there's this person. The man who is ready for anything and wreaks of power and intensity.

The car comes to a stop in front of their large stairway leading to the front door. Everyone piles out of the car, Carlee giving me one final sad smile before Donny drags her along. Once we are the only occupants left, I go to move off his lap when his hand stops me.

Looking down at the formidable object that is forcing me to stay in this position, I slowly move my glare to his face. He raises an eyebrow at me, before coming to terms with what he wanted to say.

Getting closer to me I can feel each hard breath he takes as the air hits the skin of my cheek. "You will behave in my father's and uncle's presence. You know how they can be." He sits back and awaits for my agreement.

My body shakes with the remembrance of that horrid night. Not only was Keighan arrested, but some of their most trusted men also had to clean up the mess. All the while his father and uncle were having a fit at the manor. The things I saw that night both in the field and in those men's presence later will haunt me forever.

When I don't give him what he wants, his hand reaches out and grabs my chin. With a little pressure he holds my head so I'm giving him all my attention. "I need you to listen to me on this, My Sweet. I don't want to end up starting a war with my father and uncle, but if you force my hand, I will."

My eyes practically bug out of my head. He would do that for me. He must see the question in my eyes because he nods his head once. "Yes, My Sweet. If you lashed out and my father or uncle tried to put you in your place, we would have a problem." He comes close to me and gives me a chaste kiss on my lips. "And for the record, I would always choose you."

Leaving me to mull over those words he holds onto my ass and slides across the seat. Out the open car door and slowly slides me down his body to my feet. I must hold onto his shoulders as my body quivers with need. It's been too long since I've had an orgasm. I've tried by myself, but it isn't the same. Barely scratches the surface of the itch I have had for three long years.

Judging by the look in his eyes when I bend my head and mine meet his, he can tell just how much I'm in need. He's always been able to read me like a book. Bending down to my ear he whispers, "soon My Sweet. Only this time I'm popping that sweet cherry of yours." He licks the outside of my ear for emphasis. "Just as I've been waiting to do all these many long years." He kisses the side of my neck, and without looking at me fixes his obvious bulge in his pants.

Before grabbing my hand and carting me behind him up the steps. "Son," his father nods his head at him before those obsidian irises of his turn to me. "Looking lovely as always Jilliana." I know the man is being a prick in his usual sarcastic way to me. He's never liked that Keighan has been obsessed with me. He thinks I'm too weak for their nightmare of a world. Not that I don't agree.

"Thank you." I give him a curt smile before I hear my name being shouted with joy. Both Maryanne and grams come up to me and take me away from Keighan. Talking at once, I can't quite understand all they are saying as they drag me into the manor. The place I know I'll view as my prison for however long I'm stuck here.

It depends on how long Keighan wants to keep me here. He must get bored with me at some point, right? I'm not all that. I'm just an average girl that for some reason has the full attention of the Irish Mafia Prince.

Looking back at him I see his eyes follow me the entire time. Those eyes have a lot to say. One thing I have always seen is his possession whenever he looked at me in the past. I still see it but there seems to be something more. I can't work out what it is before I lose his stare as we walk around the corner. Leaving me wondering how, or shall I say if I can get out of this?