Prologue

CAIRO BACCARO

Baylor Meita Sandro. The name alone sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I've been drawn to her since we were just kids, unable to tear my gaze away from her striking beauty and magnetic presence. She has a power over me, a pull that I can't resist.

Baylor and I come from the same world and share a similar background. However, our fathers have a complicated relationship; they can be rivals one day and allies the next. If anyone tries to meddle with their Delaware territories, they stand together as a strong team, protecting what their fathers have built through years of friendship.

It might’ve seemed unlikely for two mafia families to join forces, given their usual rivalry. But the five families in New Jersey, the Magarellis, Espositos, Romanos, Pituccos, and Bertozzis, had formed an alliance. However, there was still tension within our territory due to the Agostos and Aiellos wanting to expand their influence. They often targeted the Baccaros and Sandros, which my family and Baylor's family fiercely protected. The Baccaros controlled Wilmington and half of Delaware City, while the Sandros ran Middletown and the other half of Delaware City. Georgetown and Ellendale were under control of the Agostos, with Dover being ruled by Torrance Aiello. When it came to keeping the peace, the Baccaros and the Sandros followed the typical model of the New Jersey mafia. Nevertheless, each mafia family has their own set of rules that must be followed.

Some of the rules in the mafia world can be nonsensical. When I was ten years old, my parents took me to a Christmas party hosted by the Sandro family.

Baylor and I entertained ourselves with board games while the grownups partied. It was a fun night.

When we returned home, my father pulled me aside for a talk.

"Son, I noticed how you were looking at Baylor tonight."

I smiled, displaying a mouthful of braces. "She's beautiful and funny. We're just friends."

My dad's hand landed heavily on my shoulder. "You two can only ever be friends. Nothing more. The Baccaros and the Sandros will never become one big happy family. Do you understand?"

He told a ten-year-old he couldn’t fall for the girl he had a crush on. Of course I didn’t understand.

When Dad found out that Baylor and I would both be attending the same private high school, he made sure to drive his message home again. Dad even went as far as discussing it with Baylor's father and agreeing that we could never have a romantic relationship. It was clear that our families didn’t want us to become a couple, for the sake of preserving their own interests.

This time, as a teenager, I understood his message loud and clear.

However, I couldn't just walk away from Baylor. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I think it was fair to say my heart didn’t care about our fathers’ rules. Baylor belonged to me, and I was determined to find a way to have her all to myself by the time I took the Baccaro mafia throne.

Over the years, I found ways to subtly interact with Baylor. I had stalked her at the local library near her house, and once we started high school together, I’d spoken to her in passing careful not to draw too much attention to us and risk my father’s wrath. We also attended the same parties which allowed me to spend time with her in secret.

Baylor was a cheerleader, played in the band, and worked at the library for an hour each day – the same place she spent most of her free time, lost in fantasy and young adult romance novels. Sometimes I would just watch her read, and occasionally I would even send books to the school library addressed to her. The look of excitement on her face when she received them always brought a smile to mine.

But then things changed when the nerds and jocks started noticing my little bookworm. They saw what I saw in her, brains and beauty combined.

As my basketball team got ready for a game one evening, they began placing bets on who would be the first one to date Baylor.

Would I just sit back and watch them move in on my woman? Fuck no.

“Guys, come on. We have a game to focus on,”

I scolded them, determined to not let anyone else come between Baylor and me.

“Dude, relax. We're just trying to see who will be the lucky one to fuck Baylor’s sweet little pussy,”

my teammate Nolan chuckled.

I could feel my anger boiling over. Before I could stand, I heard the coach yell, “Bobcats, team huddle.”

Those assholes were saved by the coach.

Focused on the court, I resisted the urge to look at the cheerleaders. Many of the girls would love to catch my attention, but if I looked, my gaze would only linger on Baylor. The game was neck and neck – we were up by two, then down by two, back and forth the entire time.

"Pass the ball, Joe!" I shouted with my hands raised high.

Joe tossed the ball, and I jumped up to catch it before one of the Tigers could steal it away. Racing up the court at top speed, I paused near the three-point line and took a shot. The ball swished through the net just as the buzzer sounded.

“We won!” I yelled.

My eyes darted over to Baylor. She smirked and shook her pom poms. After my teammates and I congratulated each other with slaps on the back, we headed towards the locker room. But my gaze kept returning to Baylor's. This time, she rolled her eyes at me. I couldn’t believe it.

A hand lands on my shoulder. "Don't feel bad, bro. Heard she doesn't give any guy the time of day," my friend Bennie said with a chuckle.

Sometimes it felt like Baylor only cared about her books. It was like she lived inside of them. I kind of couldn’t blame her. The real-world sucked.

Standing with my hands in my pockets, I leaned against a bookshelf. Despite my tall, muscular frame of six feet four inches, I was partially hidden by another shelf. My intense gaze was fixed on her, patiently waiting for her to look up from her book. Her red-brown curls cascaded around her golden-brown diamond-shaped face that was covered in makeup today. I didn’t approve. She’d better take it off, or I’d do it for her. Like any teenager, she had pimples.

Two girls whispered and giggled as they walked towards me. Their eyes scanned over my raven curly hair, thick dark eyebrows, round eyes with a hint of almond shape. They met my vibrant blue-eyed stare for a moment before scanning over my nose which was long and rounded at the tip, full pink lips, broad shoulders, and long legs. I nodded and smirked at them before they turned down another aisle.

“What are you doing here?”

Baylor asked, irritation lacing her words.

“You know why. Come here,”

I ordered.

“No. I want to finish this chapter, nor do I want to see you,”

she declared.

I snorted. “My pretty little liar,”

I whispered.

She quickly hid behind her book, no doubt trying to conceal her embarrassment.

This library is like a refuge for Baylor. Her father had bribed the school with a significant amount of money to ensure that she can never be forced to leave. It's the only place where I could safely approach her. Her bodyguards usually station themselves at the entrance or in the hallways. That's why I'm lurking in the shadows of the bookshelves not too far away from where she sits.

“If you don’t move now, I’ll cause a scene,” I warned.

She smacked her pouty lips, stuck a bookmark in the book, and marched towards me with her hands curled into fists at her sides.

“What do you want?”

she asked through clenched teeth.

To get on my knees and worship you.

I didn’t say that. But it was what I wanted to do.

I snatched her hand and pulled her with me deeper into the rows of books.

“Cairo, let me go. I don’t want to be seen with you. That’s how rumors get started.”

“Exactly. Couldn’t risk your dear old dad knowing you belong to me,”

I muttered.

“I don’t belong to anyone,”

she sneered.

Halting in a corner in the back, I turned and pulled her body flush against mine. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Gripping her chin, I stared down at her. “I’m going to kill my teammates.”

She snickered. “No, you’re not.”

“Several of them plan to ask you out. They want to fuck your sweet little pussy.”

I flashed a cocky smirk.

“There’s not a chance in hell I’ll let them get close to what’s mine,”

I growled.

“Jeez, Cairo, how many times do I have to tell you? I’m not yours. I never will be.”

I tighten my grip on her face as I lean in closer. My lips hovered just above hers. "That's not what you said when you straddled my face."

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the memory. "Cairo," she moaned.

"Admit it, you love sneaking around behind our fathers' backs. Like when we were fourteen, and I stole your first kiss at your family's Christmas party in your bedroom. You even tried to suck my lips off my face," I teased.

"Damn it, shut up," she pleaded.

“Open your eyes, Baylor.”

Those beautiful gray eyes met mine.

“If I push my finger inside that warm little cunt, will you cream all over my fingers?”

I asked with a smirk.

I kept my hold on her to keep her from falling to the floor into a puddle. Her lust filled haze was intoxicating.

“Why do you taunt me like this?”

she asked.

“Do you want another guy to make you come?”

I moved my other hand under her short plaid skirt and cupped her pussy.

Her eyes widened with anticipation.

“You’re so wet for me. Baylor, you know you’ll only ever want to be wet for me.”

“Just shut up and make me come. Hurry up,”

she commanded.

My hand rubbed back and forth over her clit through her cotton panties.

“Cairo,”

she purred.

I loved watching her come undone for me.

“Baylor, you didn’t answer my question.”

“No, no, I don’t want anyone else,”

she whispered.

My heart raced at her honest words.

I claimed her lips in a passionate kiss while circling her clit with my fingers.

“Cairo, I’m so close. Don’t stop,”

she breathed.

"Don't ever roll your eyes at me like that again. If you do, I'll bend you over right on the basketball court in front of our fathers and spank that pretty little ass," I growled as I increased my pace.

“You wouldn’t?”

she panted.

“I will.”

Her body shuddered against me as she reached her climax. "Oh yes," she moaned.

I slipped my hand into her panties, running my fingers along her slick folds.

The look of pleasure on her face never failed to drive me wild. My cock was throbbing for her, but I didn't mind enduring blue balls if it meant giving her pleasure. I withdrew my hand from her drenched pussy and licked my fingers clean as she watched.

Her tongue glided over her pink lips, still consumed by the sensations of her orgasm.

"Why do I let you suck me in?" she asked, grasping onto my gray lapels.

"Because I'm the only one you truly want."

"It doesn't matter what we want. We can never be together, Cairo. And we both know it."

BAYLOR SANDRO

The moment I first laid eyes on Cairo; he captivated me. His wit and humor never failed to make me laugh, and we always had a blast whenever we were together.

We were strictly friends. At least that's what I told myself in order to push down the strong emotions I felt whenever he was around. But it was his unconditional acceptance and encouragement of my quirks and interests - such as my love for books and Christmas - that truly won me over. If only my father hadn’t forbidden me from dating him, Cairo would have been my boyfriend in a heartbeat.

I despised the Cairo and Baylor rule that prevented us from being together. It wasn’t fair that our fathers' relationship affected ours. One minute they were getting along, and the next they were at each other's throats.

Fondly, I recalled one of Cairo's visits to me in the library, and how he pleased me. Which only left me wanting more. I straightened out my plaid skirt, trying to compose myself as I stole a glance to my left, wondering if anyone saw us. Some of the girls who've noticed Cairo lurking in the shadows of the library have mentioned it in passing during class breaks. I'd overheard them a couple of times. That was how I knew Braila and Nina talked about him, too. This was one of those occasions.

“Did you see Cairo’s fine ass in the library this afternoon, pretending to read a book?”

Braila asked excitedly.

I was sitting on the toilet, getting ready to stand up, when she started talking. I decided to stay and listen.

"Yeah, I did. And he smiled at me," Nina gushed.

“His lips look pillow soft,”

Nina sighed dreamily.

“What does a girl have to do to get him to fuck her?”

Braila grumbled.

"The only way that's happening is if little Miss. Bookworm mysteriously disappears," Nina added slyly.

Silence followed their crude conversation.

From the moment I started attending this school, Cairo made it clear that I belonged to him. But I'd rebelled against his possessive ways multiple times. Each time, he taught me a lesson. And believe it or not, we'd secretly dated for three years. Now we were both seniors, and I was not sure how much longer we could keep this relationship hidden.

I pulled my feet up, silently hoping the girls wouldn’t realize I was inside the stall.

Suddenly there was a thud and Nina yelped, “Ouch.”

"What's wrong with you? Why would you say something like that out loud about the mafia princess?" Braila scolded.

Being a mafia princess was both a gift and a curse.

No one dared to confront me for fear of their loved ones being hurt by my father’s men.

And that fear was valid. You never knew when your dear old dad would take a long walk.

“I’m just asking what you’re thinking?”

Nina questioned.

My abs burned, holding my legs up like this. How long would they go on about Cairo?

“This weekend's party at Cal's house is the perfect opportunity for me to make my move. I'll have a chat with him and get to look into those mesmerizing blue eyes,”

Braila said.

The bell rang, signaling the end of our break.

"I'll watch everything, even record you two together if you want," Nina added eagerly.

"That would be so cool," Braila squealed.

“Come on Nina. Let’s get to class.”

As soon as the door closed, I let out a sigh of relief and dropped my feet back to the floor with a thud. Did they really think I'd sit back and let them disrespect me? After finishing up in the bathroom stall, I stepped out and stared at my makeup-free face in the mirror. I applied some cherry red lip balm, knowing that Cairo disapproved of heavy makeup. A slight twinge ran through my body as I remembered Cairo's spanking from yesterday, but a smile also crept onto my lips.

Sighing, I reminded myself that technically he was not my boyfriend, so I shouldn't say anything. But secretly, he was mine, no matter how many times I told myself we needed to stop sneaking around.

A smile formed on my lips as I walked out of the bathroom. But that didn’t mean I wouldn't teach Braila a lesson.

Monty opened the back door of the Escalade. "You're all clear to enter the house, Baylor," he informed me.

I smiled. “Thank you.”

“Looks like Cairo is already here.”

Monty raised an eyebrow at me.

“Well, of course he is silly.”

I let out a snort. “It’s a party.”

I confidently made my way to the front door and stepped inside. The interior of the house was dimly lit, with the thumping beat of music pulsating throughout the mansion. I surveyed the crowd, watching as people mingled and danced while sipping on drinks.

"Baylor!" Lee Lee shouted as she threw her arms around my neck.

“Hey, girl.”

Carleeta was my best friend. She liked to go by her nickname Lee Lee.

She stepped back and her eyes moved over my green dress that clung to my frame.

“The dress is cute.”

Her smile dropped when she noticed my tight lips.

“Are you ok?”

she asked.

“Yeah, I just have to handle someone.”

Her face lit up again as she pulled her hair up into a low ponytail. “We’re about to beat a bitch’s ass.”

I chuckled.

Lee Lee’s family owned several strip malls throughout Delaware. She didn’t have to get her hands dirty. But I believed she enjoyed it and that was why she hung out with me. She was in luck because I never knew when someone might try to start something over Cairo.

My gaze moved over her flawless mahogany face, and I grinned. “Girl, let’s see what Braila is up to.”

“Let’s.”

She clapped her manicured hands together.

Lee Lee's family strongly disapproved of her hanging out with the mafia princess. My bodyguards were always vigilant whenever we were together, even though we weren’t allowed to ride in the same vehicle.

Lee Lee and I pushed through the sea of people. Cairo was one of the tallest guys here. I spotted his dark head of hair and handsome side profile from across the room.

His head hung low as he nodded at someone.

A wave of frustration washed over me, and my fists clenched at my sides. We finally made our way out of the crowd, and I noticed that Braila was gripping onto Cairo's navy t-shirt. She looked at him like he was the sun and moon combined. The annoyance on his handsome face was evident. I scanned her figure from head to toe. Her brown hair hung loosely down her back, and she wore a skimpy silver dress that left little to the imagination. It was clear she had picked out the most seductive outfit to attract Cairo, my boyfriend. She was after what belonged to me.

“Hello,”

I said as I halted in their bubble.

“Baylor.”

Cairo smirked. He appeared relieved I arrived.

"Baylor, can't you see we're having a discussion?" Braila snapped.

"You're doing all the talking, Braila," Cairo retorts.

“Braila, run along before I drag your ass by your hair out the front door,” I warned.

Lee Lee snickered at my side.

I could feel Cairo’s eyes on me now.

“Stop being so territorial, Baylor. He's not your man,”

Braila said smugly.

Anger coursed through my veins. That comment ground on my nerves because, to some degree, she was right.

I smacked her hands away from his shirt and stood toe to toe with her. “He’s more mine than he’ll ever be of yours.”

A cocky smirk tipped up at the ends of my lips.

“Don’t think about it, Nina. I will fuck you up,”

Lee Lee gritted out.

I glanced over at Braila’s bestie. With her fists curled at her sides, it appeared she planned to attack me. My best friend shut Nina’s plan down. I smiled inside. Felt good knowing Lee Lee had my back.

Nina retreated back to her spot with her other friends a few steps away.

“Baylor, don’t make a scene. Let it go. Braila was just being Braila. She wants what she can’t have,”

Cairo said wearily, trying to diffuse the tension.

Braila laughed. “That’s not what you were saying earlier.”

My gray eyes darkened as I grabbed her hair before Cairo could stop me.

She fought back, hitting at my hands as I dragged her through the crowded party.

"Don't approach my boyfriend," I shouted.

"He's not yours. You're delusional," she sneered.

I pushed her out the front door and onto the cold porch.

"If you come near him again, I'll cut your hair off," I warned.

Her eyes widened with fear. "You crazy mafia bitch."

I smirked. "Bye, bye, now," I waved, closing the door in her face.

My shoulders relaxed as I whirled around to make my way back to Lee Lee.

“Baylor,”

I heard the familiar deep voice over the music call out to me.

I glanced to my left to see Cairo standing at the bottom of the stairs, his face etched with anger. “Get your ass upstairs now.”

Did he really just talk to me like that in front of everyone? It was one thing for him to do it when we were alone, but in public. Fuck no.

My arms crossed over my chest defiantly. “No, Baccaro, I'm going to stay down here and party.”

I used Cairo's last name to show others that we weren’t together. He hated when I did that.

But before I knew it, he stormed towards me and lifted me over his shoulder.

“Cairo, put me down.”

My fists banged against his muscled back as he stormed up the wide staircase.

He continued down a long hallway and stopped at a door, pushing it open and carrying me inside before closing it behind him.

“Baylor, Baylor,”

Cairo tsked disapprovingly.

“I haven't done anything wrong, Cairo.”

He tossed me onto the bed and stood over me. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. “No?”

I leaned up on my forearms. “She thought she could just move in on you. And as always, you want me to stand down. Not this time, Cairo. I am who I am, and I won't let anyone try to take what's mine just because they see me as Miss. Bookworm.”

“We’re not supposed to see each other, remember?”

he roared in a whisper.

“Oh, but you can handle things the way you do when guys approach me,” I said.

“But there's a difference, Baylor. I handle situations in a discreet manner.”

Cairo reached for my feet, then took off my shoes.

“If we’re not going to fuck, don’t touch me.”

He chuckled. “What's the rush to lose your virginity?”

I sat up and tugged at the hem of his shirt. “Cairo, I love the way we please each other, but I want more.”

“Baylor, it’s not all about pleasure. I don’t get to spend much time with you. Right now, I just want to hold you in my arms… naked.”

He flashed that cocky grin I loved so much.

My boyfriend maintained a tough exterior at all times. It was necessary for him to do so as he prepared to take his place as the mafia boss of the Baccaro crime family. I knew he wanted to treat me with care and tenderness, but that would have to wait. And I didn't mind because I proudly embraced being his mafia princess.

I chuckled and smiled up at him as I pushed his t-shirt up to reveal his toned abs. “Fuck me, Cairo.”

“You think you’re being slick. You disobeyed a direct order downstairs.”

“I’m your girlfriend, not your pet.”

He raised a brow. “Girlfriend, huh?”

“You’re only saying that because you want this dick.”

My lips glided over his abdomen. “Baby, give me what I crave.”

Cairo shoved his hand into my hair, gripping it tightly. “Look at me, Baylor.”

My eyes met his.

“Next time I say move, you do it.”

I rolled my eyes inside at my boyfriend’s demands.

A devilish grin lifted my lips as I batted my long eyelashes at him. “I’m ready for that big dick.”

A seductive moan followed my words.

His lips came down on mine and his tongue slipped inside, owning mine. My core was heated for him.

I was crazy in love with him. It was hard being in love with someone who you weren’t supposed to be with. We couldn’t go to restaurants. Couldn’t hold hands as we took a stroll through the park. Everything we did was in secret.

Cairo broke away from our kiss. He swiftly pulled off his shirt. I bit my lip at the sight of his chest. Seeing each other naked was rare for us. Sometimes I snuck into the locker room to take a shower with him, especially if he lost a game. That was when he needed me the most.

He nipped playfully at my neck as his large hands slid under my dress, pulling down my panties with haste. He eagerly spread my legs and buried his face between them.

“Oh fuck,” I yelled.

That’s the effect he had on me. Being loved by Cairo was truly something special.

“You don’t have to prove to anyone that I’m yours, Baylor,”

he said before his tongue slid along my slits.

“Cairo, I do.”

My fingers tugged at his thick, silky curls as I bucked my pussy against his handsome face.

He came up for air and stared at me. “Nothing’s wrong with being a bookworm. I think it’s sexy. And that’s all that matters.”

Grinning up at him, I caressed his arm. I fucking loved him.

We stripped off our clothes as the music from downstairs pulsed through my body. Or maybe it was just my heart racing with anticipation. Finally, we were about to have sex.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked.

I drank in his muscled body. And I was even wetter for him. Cairo stroked his long, thick cock while he waited for my answer.

“No, I’m not.”

“I thought you said you were going to pick them up soon.”

“Cairo, I know I did. Just use a condom.”

I didn't want to tell him that my dad had found out about me getting on birth control and started asking questions about Cairo. We might’ve tried to keep our relationship a secret, but clearly, we hadn't done a very good job. One of my bodyguards must’ve snitched.

I explained to him, “We'll have to get the birth control pills from another doctor,” I said.

His brows rose. “Okay.”

Cairo bent over and reached into his jeans pocket, producing a condom.

He tore open the gold foil package with his teeth. "Baylor, put it on," he instructed.

Cairo threw the package onto the nightstand. I licked at the precum dripping from the tip of his dick.

“I wanted to feel your warm pussy squeeze my dick raw,”

he admitted.

“Soon,”

I assured him as I rolled it down his shaft.

Cairo lifted me up and placed me under the sheet.

"You know I would never hurt you, except for this one time." He stared down at me.

I visibly gulped. "Yes."

My heart was racing so fast, it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

Cairo slid two fingers inside my pussy, getting me prepared to take his huge member. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried pushing his big dick inside my pussy a few times. He was just too fucking big. I chickened out every time. But he had never pressured me into sex. Maybe it was because he always knew he’d be the one to take my virginity.

Our lips connected, and I caressed his shoulders. My thighs were spread wide for him.

“I love you, Cairo. Even though I shouldn’t.”

His blue eyes darken. “Yes, you fucking should. You’re going to be my wife, Baylor.”

“Cairo, don’t say that.”

“When I take that fucking throne, tell me you’ll be there with me as my wife,”

he growled.

I grabbed his dick and pressed the head at my entrance.

He held my wrist. “Promise me you’ll be my wife.”

Cairo knew he couldn’t marry me. Forcing me to make this promise was ridiculous. “This isn’t necessary.”

A single tear cascaded down the side of my face, a bitter reminder of the inevitable fate that was ahead. My heart constricted in agony as I came to terms with the cruel reality, my time with Cairo was drawing to a close. But this was how I'd always wanted it, giving myself fully to the boy I love. The thought of leaving his side, torn away by my father's plans to send me off to college, filled me with dread and despair. If I were to tell Cairo what my father had planned, he’d kidnap me and hide me from the world.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I focused on this very special moment.

Cairo caressed my cheek. “You know I love you, Baylor.”

I smiled. “Yes, I do. Cairo, I’ll be your wife when you take the throne.”

The lie felt painful and so was his dick plowing into my pussy. It was like he had to hear those words before we had sex.

My teeth clamped down on his shoulder, and I let out a primal scream.

Cairo said he loved me on repeat as he worked his fat cock into my tight walls inch by inch. Once he was fully inside me, he started to move in long, smooth strokes, igniting every nerve in my body.

“This feels amazing,”

I admitted.

I’d watched my share of porn, so I knew what to do. Rotating my hips, I met his thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”

Cairo groaned through gritted teeth.

“You’re tight pussy’s all mine. Say it,”

he demanded.

“My tight pussy’s all yours.”

I grinned before kissing him deeply.

“Cairo, fuck me faster,” I begged.

He threw off the sheet and flipped me onto all fours. His hands glided over my skin. "I'm going to give you what you want."

Cairo pushed my head down onto the mattress and gripped my hips. With powerful thrusts, he filled me completely. Each time, I cried out in pleasure and begged for more.

He picked up the pace even more. “I feel it. Oh, shit. I’m going to come, Cairo.”

“Come all over my dick, baby.”

And that was exactly what I did, I was a trembling mess as he continued pounding into me.

The entire bed rocked, and the headboard banged against the wall with each thrust.

“Fuck, this pussy will be the death of me,”

he said, stilling inside my quivering walls.

“Are you okay?”

he asked as he pulled out of me.

“Yes, I’m great.”

I heard my cum pouring onto the bed. I couldn’t believe I came that hard.

"Shit," he cursed.

I turned over and stared at his dick with wide eyes.

“Oh no.”

Panic crawled over my body. “The condom broke.”