Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Chapter 47

Chapter Forty-Seven

Hallie

Four months later …

I spent six weeks at Rocco’s hospital bedside, where he was recovering from three bullet wounds. One in his shoulder, and two in his chest. The man insists he’s invincible and says he’s stronger than ever with Matty at his side. I don’t know whether to feel relief at his comment or concern.

After the police swarmed the house, Matty was arrested. He insisted I go with Rocco to the hospital, and I was torn between being by his side or my husband’s. Thankfully, Rafael offered to step in to be there for Matty as he was charged with second-degree murder. The Marino family has an incredible legal team who got the case thrown out after they discovered Gerrard’s use of illegal police resources.

In order for my ex-father-in-law to keep his job and his reputation, he threw his son under the bus and made sure to let law enforcement know that he had no knowledge of his Gerrard’s misdeeds. Of course he was portrayed as an upstanding citizen, disgusted with his son’s actions. We both know that’s untrue, and at the risk of feeling his wrath, I kept my mouth shut when some topics came to light that I don’t believe my ex was a part of.

However, Rocco reassures me that Harrison Davis will get what’s coming to him too, and I believe every word of it.

When Rocco was discharged from the hospital, Matty drove us home, back to my little house with the white picket fence that I came to discover belonged to Rocco.

As soon as we sat down and talked about what really brought us together, I was stunned, but in a twisted way, I was thankful too. Rocco provided a sense of security I have never felt before, an overwhelming happiness and highs of pleasure I never knew existed.

Until him.

He’s dangerous, deceitful, and depraved, but he’s mine.

“Have you been waiting up for me, Little Red?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I bite into my lip.

He kicks off his combat boots and socks, then throws his leather jacket onto the chair in the corner of the room and lifts his T-shirt over his head, exposing his ripped abs and the deep V with a soft trail of hair that falls below the waistband of his jeans.

Then he crawls onto the edge of the bed. “Does my little red want licked?”

My core clenches with his filthy words as he holds my gaze, and I push back the hair that’s fallen in his eyes. He snags my wrist before bringing my hand to his mouth and placing soft kisses over my fingers, then he sucks two fingers into his mouth before abruptly dropping them.

“Play with your cunt, Little Red, Daddy’s going to fill your ass.” My cheeks heat as I use my fingers to separate my already slick folds. Then my husband drops his jeans, and his rock-hard cock bounces off his washboard abs, and my mouth waters to savor the pre-cum sticking to him.

Jesus, he’s hot, and he’s all mine. Every delicious inch of him.