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Kane's Forbidden Mafia Princess

#1 in the Spinelli Chronicles Fiona Higgins' life is shattered when she uncovers the shocking truth about her family's dark legacy: she's the daughter of a ruthless Mafia king, Don Spinelli. As Fiona fights for her freedom from the Mafia, she's drawn to Kane McGregor, the billionaire who saved her life one fateful night. But as they surrender to their forbidden love, they will risk everything to escape the deadly world that binds them. ★ ★ ★ “If you want a war, I'll give it to you,” Kane's blue eyes blazed with intensity. “I won't rest until your father, your brothers, and anyone else in that gang rots in jail for the rest of their natural lives.” I let out a slow sigh. “I'm not here to compare firepower; I'm just a businesswoman trying to make a deal.” Kane's laughter was low and mocking. “Right, and just to be clear, you're not exactly a skilled ‘businesswoman.’ I almost took you to my bed, and I'm glad it didn't happen.” One of my brows arched. “I’m curious, though, would you?” “Would I what?” Kane asked. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Would you still take me to your bed if I wasn't a Spinelli?” The silence that followed was deafening, and I knew I had my answer.
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Chapter 4

KANE

He would never call her again. She made him feel fuzzy and warm, her sarcasm and smiles could light up a room, something the models he had dated never made him feel and he hadn't even made love to Fiona.

He enjoyed the kisses and late night texts, like he was a kid again. Kane needed to make love to her and get it out of his system.

Kane stood on the factory floor watching as massive steel rolled into production to be shipped to major vehicle companies.

He pretended to be interested in workers pushing the steel into the machines.

He stepped out of the building and dialed Fiona's number and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hey Fee," He winced at his nickname for her. "What are you up to tonight?"

Fiona's laugh was music to his ears. "Probably binge watch cooking shows till I pass out. Why? Do you have something big planned for us?"

Kane sighed, her normal night activity interested him. "Cool, listen, I gotta attend this big formal event, it's mandatory and I wish you could come out with me but it's crazy exclusive, perhaps I could skip on it."

"What? You don't have to skip your party for me, Blue." She replied. "What kind of event?"

Kane waved a passing worker. "Uh, we're supporting kids with cancer."

"Wow, that sounds major, don't skip on my behalf." Her voice sounded nervous. "We could see each other afterwards."

"Okay." Kane replied. "I'm really looking forward to seeing your beautiful face."

She chuckled. "Careful Blue, now I'll never be able to concentrate on the show."

"Good." He said firmly.

They said goodbye and hung up and he couldn't stop grinning. The party should be a breeze.

A few hours later, Kane adjusted his bow tie as he scanned the ballroom. Live music filled the room as the rich and famous of Boston mingled with each other.

He grabbed a flute of bubbly champagne from a passing waiter and made his way across the room to speak with a friend he'd spotted. But his mother had other ideas.

"Kane darling, over here," Emily McGregor called to him. She was adorned in a black dress and a silver feather boa around her shoulders.

He managed a smile and kissed her cheeks. "Mother, what a pleasant surprise."

"You look so handsome tonight and you combed your unruly hair." Emily beamed at the young woman next to her. "Doesn't he look like a well-bred gentleman?"

Kane rolled his eyes. "Okay Mom, I was just going to speak with-"

Emily gestured to the blond woman. "Oh this is Cora Brandon, I'm sure you've heard of her."

Kane turned to the slender woman who gave him a seductive smile and said no. Cora quickly recovered from her frown and extended her hand, which he shook.

"I own the Cora Boutique and Glam Stores across the entire East Coast, but then again, you are just a man." Cora teased lightly and shared a laugh with Emily.

"Hmm, sounds great." Kane drew his hand away from Cora's and stalked away from the women.

"Kane!" Emily leapt in front of him. "Young man, if you want to give me grandkids, now is the time to market your qualities to Cora, she's worth millions."

"Wow," Kane mused. "And not a single thought about my happiness."

"I care about your happiness Kane, especially because you're my only child and being a playboy isn't a fad anymore." Emily adjusted his bow tie.

"Mom, I'm not a playboy, and now's not the time to discuss the McGregor bloodline." Kane stated.

"Time is very fragile," Emily insisted. "You need to get married. Someone you won't push away in a month."

He sighed and took a sip of his drink. "Well, I have been seeing someone."

Shit.

Emily lifted a brow, curiosity spread across her features. "Who is she?"

He shouldn't have said that.

"Hey, if we make it past thirty days," Kane cupped his mother's cheek. "I'll bring her home for dinner."

Suddenly, the atmosphere began to change, murmurs rose, and Kane turned to the cause of it. A frown spread across his mouth.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Kane growled.

Giovanni Spinelli had walked into the ballroom, along with his sons. Giovanni acted like he owned the place, shaking hands and exchanging kisses with some of the guests.

"Just ignore him Kane," Emily advised. "Those people have no class and decency."

But Kane wasn't listening anymore.

Someone had caught his eyes.

"Wow, what a beautiful dress?" Someone close by said.

"Who is she?" Another asked.

Fiona appeared at the entrance, wearing a silver dress that fit her curves perfectly, her curly hair was clipped in a top knot and she wore a sapphire necklace.

He felt his crotch grow tighter, she was so attractive that he moved across the crowd to get to her, like bait. She seemed to be looking for someone.

"Fiona?" He said smoothly, reaching for her hand.

She jumped at the sight of him. "McGregor? What are you doing here?"

He smiled. "So much for Netflix. What are you doing here?"

Her eyes lifted up. "This...This is a charity event?"

The music switched and he gripped her hand. "Well since you're here, why don't we dance?"

Fiona's eyes went wide and shook her head. "Oh no, no."

He drew her across the dance floor and she nearly stumbled into him. "Light on your feet aren't you?"

"I'm wearing heels, you clown." She hissed as he began to lead her. "Kane, why don't we..."

"You must have searched the internet for this in order to surprise me?" He interrupted.

He felt her body grow tense. "Uh, sure."

She would fit perfectly beneath him, with her legs wrapped around him. He decided it didn't matter, whether she was on top or at the side. He wanted her tonight.

"I have to say, it's been a while since a woman stalked me." He said.

Her eyes flashed with anger. "Excuse me?"

He pushed his lips to her ear. "Are you wearing a thong beneath this dress?"

Fiona sucked a breath, he suspected he'd gone too far.

"Sorry, I can't help myself sweetheart." He murmured as he swayed her around. He noticed Spinelli was watching them. "Is it so bad to want a woman? You don't like games, and I agree. I want you in my bed Fiona. Do you understand?"

Fiona's forehead creased and she chewed on her bottom lip nervously. "You can't be so sure of that."

"I am." He nodded, and noticed the music had stopped. Giovanni approached them. He looked at Fiona. "Hold on a sec, sweetie."

Kane glared at the Don. "What do you want, Spinelli?"

"I can see McGregor's etiquette brewing in you." Giovanni noted with a frown.

"Sorry, but I don't usually reserve manners for criminals and liars." Kane sneered.

Giovanni looked at Fiona. "If you'll excuse us."

Kane's instincts screamed at him to protect Fiona. "Not a chance, for God's sake she's old enough to be your kid."

Fiona slowly drew her hand away from his. "Actually, I'm...with him."

Confusion filled his nerves, Kane blew a hot breath. "What the hell?"

Giovanni flashed a cold grin. "Fiona, I think it's time to take our seats. And just to warn you, McGregor, she's my daughter, my little princess."

Kane's eyes grew wide, the music, laughter and everything around Kane melted away in silence as his world threatened to implode. Kane looked at Fiona, and her expression confirmed it was true.

What the hell?

Giovanni continued. "Due to professional courtesy, I'm gonna pretend you didn't have your paws over her just now, she's off limits to you. Capisce?"

"Stop it!" Fiona hissed at Giovanni.

As Giovanni led Fiona away, his body burned with anger and shock. Kane McGregor had a feeling he had just stepped into a landmine.

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