Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Hallie

“Good girl. We’re going to get married and me putting a baby in you will solidify our commitment.”

My heart aches at his words.

Until recently, I wasn’t sure when I became pregnant, but now I’m certain it was during our first time together.

I was in denial. Being delusional. Especially when I discovered my baby’s father was my student, no less.

The repercussions for our indiscretion became tenfold, so I buried my head in the sand.

When Rocco explained about his arranged marriage, jealousy swam in my stomach, an emotion I’ve only ever felt around him. The way the young girls’ eyes would eat him up at school had my teeth aching from grinding them. Every cell in my body wanted to tell them he’s mine, but I had to keep it secret.

Until now.

“You’re still my student,” I blurt out.

Rocco throws his head back on a loud laugh. Why is he laughing? “Little Red, if you think that’s an issue, then you’re sorely mistaken.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want, nor do I need, to be a student. It was a way of getting close to you.” He shrugs. “I’ll drop out, no worries.”

My mouth falls open at how easily he’s banishing his future. “You can’t drop out, Rocco.”

“Hal, my future is already carved out for me. I don’t need school; my father reminds me of it every damn day.” He lifts his shoulder, and for the first time since he mentioned being in the Mafia, I look at him, I really look at him.

He’s eighteen years old and knows where his future lies—with his family. Whether he likes it or wants a career elsewhere. His life was stolen from him. His path has been carved without having any options.

“Hey…” He tilts my head to face him. “I like my life. I never wanted to pursue school.”

“But what if you did?” I whisper.

“I don’t. Besides, my father might be our don and a dick, but he always wants what’s best for us.”

“And what’s that? What’s best for you?”

“You, . You’re what’s best for me. My father will see that, and he’ll want it too.”

A tear slips from my eye, and I hate feeling so weak, but I can’t help it. “I’m scared.”

“I once told you I’ll catch you when you fall, Little Red, and I meant it. It takes a fighter to admit they’re scared, Little Red. But it takes a warrior to defeat it, and you’re a warrior, Hal.” He swallows, and his Adam’s apple slides back up his throat slowly. “Let’s be warriors together.” It’s the closest Rocco has come to expressing to me he’s scared, and something tells me he would never admit feeling it. Maybe it’s a weakness in the Mafia, but knowing we’re going into battle together has me throwing my leg over his waist with confidence. Then I drop the bedsheet and let it pool to my waist.

His pupils blow wide as I grind against him, then I lift both of my tits in offering. “Feed from me, Daddy,” I plead, knowing he needs this comfort as much as I do.

“Fuck,” he groans, as I arch my back when his lips close around my nipple, and his hands pump the flesh. “Daddy loves feeding from you, Little Red.”

I dig my nails into his scalp as he sucks hungrily and frees his cock, lining himself up to my hole. When I slam down on him, his eyes roll on the impact.

The wind is knocked from me as I close my eyes. Then I ride him hard and push aside the secret I harbor. Something inside me tells me not to give it away too soon.

The fallout is about to be catastrophic.