Free Danger (Mafia Ties #2) by Fiona Davenport Page A

asshat seems to think I'm aligned with my da. You need to fill the moat, lift the drawbridge, and keep the dragons circling your castle if you want to keep your queen and princess safe."
    My eyes widened at her description, drawing her gaze to mine before she turned back to Nic. "And you might want to fill your queen in on what her life is going to be like before she gives you another little princess. Being kept in the dark about what's going on around you sucks ass. And it doesn't keep you safe." She glowered at Nic, a deep pain filling her eyes. "If anything, it makes it hurt more when you're dragged into the harsh reality of our world."
    "Her situation is nothing like yours, Carly. Your father and I are two very different people."
    "I hope so. For her sake and mine," she whispered, turning away and heading for the stairs.
    "Carly, wait!" Nic barked out, dragging me with him as he followed after her.
    She paused on the bottom step. "What? You and I both know I need to get out of here before my da comes looking for me."
    "Let me help. I can keep you safe from him."
    "I won't be safe until he's dead." Her reply was filled with a defeated certainty. "By now my brother is sure to have told him what I've done. There's no going back for me."
    "Let me help you hide. I have resources available to me that you don't have access to."
    "I wish I could say yes, Nic. I really do." With as tired as she sounded, I didn't have a hard time believing she wanted nothing more than to take the assistance Nic was offering. Watching her standing there, I wanted it for her too. "But we both know my da isn't the only man with a grudge who's going to be looking for me. And if you're the one hiding me, Bran is sure to find me."
    "Can you blame him? You shot the man. Dammit, Carly, you could have killed him."
    She'd shot someone? I'd never even handled a gun. What had I gotten myself involved in?
    "If I'd wanted him dead, I wouldn't have shot him in the thigh."
    "Bran told me your gun only went off because you were startled when your brother shot at you."
    Brothers shooting at sisters? Seriously, how had I found myself in the middle of a daytime soap opera?
    "I might have been surprised, but I'm damn good with a gun, and those skills were probably the only thing that kept your precious Bran alive. Feel free to tell him he owes my da for all those lessons at the range."
    "What in the hell happened between you and Bran?"
    That was an answer I'd love to have heard since I'd been pulled into this drama. Unfortunately, it looked like it wasn't one I was going to get anytime soon.
    "None of your damn business." Those were her parting words because she took off at a sprint down the street.
    Damn, the girl was fast. But Nic was just as quick, because I found myself lifted off my feet, carried into the house, and placed onto the couch in the living room, in what felt like the blink of an eye.
    He sat down next to me, leaning over, his face close to mine. "We need to talk." I pushed against his chest, trying to get out from under him, my mind a jumbled mess after everything I'd just heard. What I'd just learned about him. My Nic was a mobster. It was almost impossible to believe. He was into bad stuff, illegal stuff. Things about which I had zero clue because he'd kept me in the dark.
    "We'll talk," he promised, his hand sliding under my robe and up my inner thigh. "After."
    "After?" I stuttered, my breath hitching when he sank two fingers inside me.
    "After you come on my hand, in my mouth, and on my cock."
    I pushed against his chest again, even as my legs widened slightly, giving him better access to my body. "I'm angry with you, Nic. And hurt. And a little scared."
    He stilled over me, staring down at me with pain filled eyes. "I will never hurt you, mia dolce. Never."
    It was a heartfelt vow, and I believed him. It might make me the most naïve person on the planet, but I knew deep in my bones that Nic didn't mean me any harm.
    "I know," I whispered softly,