πππππ JAMESDaniel drove, speeding like a maniac. Antonio had been typing on his phone, glancing at it every five seconds. I'd been going out of my goddamn mind sitting in the back seat of Daniel's car, unable to do anything but wait for us to get wherever the hell we were going. After Daniel stormed out of the house and jumped into his car, he kept on talking about a beach house, and that since Enzo was one twisted motherfucker, it only made sense he would take her back to where it all began. The second he pulled into an unfamiliar driveway, I was out the door and running up the stairs. "James, wait!" Daniel called after me. "You can't just rush in there unprotected." I grabbed my gun and pulled it from the holster. "You thought I'd come here without a gun? I plan on killing this motherfuckerβ¦tonight." Antonio and Daniel raced up the stairs behind me, and I pushed down the door handle. Locked. Fuck. I scanned the house and spotted a window to the right. Without thinki
πππππ JAMESI always knew demons haunted Roman Anderson; I just never knew how strong those demons were. But now, I did. "You see, Gunner. No one is perfect, but some bad guys are worth freer than behind bars." He turned toward Enzo's lifeless body, and the priest crouched and shook it. He didn't have to do that. I was sure that fucker was dead. "I'll take care of this," he said and I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. Vanessa ran toward her dad and jumped into his arms. "Daddy, I know I don't always say this, and I know I don't always show you how much, but you must know that I love you, Daddy." Dante gave his daughter a heartwarming hug, his eyes filled with raw emotions as he replied, "And I love you too, Bambina. I know I don't always show it and tell it too, and I am sorry it made you feel my honor was worth more than your happiness. So I want you to get this into your thick skull. I. Love. You. You are my only Bambina and no one will ever love you more t
πππππππVANESSAI lifted myself on my toes, my taste buds tingling with the need to taste his mouth. My body was already primed to take him, to let him remind me. With his arms around me, he pulled me against his chest, causing me to clench my thighs for some relief from the ache he so expertly ignited. God, this man knew how to test the limits of my self-control. He knew it was probably the most difficult thing for me to do, not always act on my desire and need for him. To start humping each other in the store or on your way to see a damn movie could get you arrested. But right here, right now, I was willing to risk it since my body was screaming at me to give it the release and the ecstasy only James could provide. "Ahem." I froze and glanced over James' shoulder. "Antonio." James dropped his hold around my waist, and I took a step back. "Did I interrupt anything?" "Noβ" "Yes," James sneered. "Antonio, how many times do I have to tell you, you have to work on your
πππππ My decision to become a part of the Bologna family didn't mean I was blinded to all the questionable businesses they ran, but it meant my eyes had opened to all the good they had brought to the people of Boston over the years. The Bologna took care of the people who needed it the most and brought justice to those who deserved it. Everything they did, they did for the greater good, and I was willing to live with thatβto be a part of it. I rubbed the finger Dante had pricked earlier. Watching my blood drip on a card bearing the image of St. Francis while Dante said, "This drop of blood symbolizes your birth into our family. We are one until death," then witnessing him setting that card on fire was powerful shit. I'd heard about the mafia initiation, and I always found the notion of it absurd and creepy. But while I stood there watching the card with my blood burn into nothing but ash, solidifying my place in their family, it gave me a strong sense of belonging. By doing
Daniel FOUR MONTHS LATER I needed a new ceiling design. The circles and swirls were making me dizzy. Or maybe it was my brain telling me to fucking sleep. I'd been lying there for two hours staring at the ceiling, listening to the rhythmic breathing next to me. It was them, the womenβthe sex that made it impossible for me to sleep. A few hours ago, the three of us were fucking like savages, the black silk sheets covered in sweat. Big round tits, curvy asses, and tight pussies entertained me all night long. One would think I would be exhausted enough to at least get a good night's sleep. But no. Not me. Not since my mind always wandered into the past after I indulged in some good old-fashioned fuckery. The irony of it allβthe only time I was able to forget the past was when I found myself balls deep inside pussy. Other than that, the memories clung to me like a disease, and all the unanswered questions mind-fucked me every goddamn day. I took a deep breath and tried to steer my
ππππππ DANIEL It wasn't even six in the morning, and yet, as I walked out of my room, I walked right into Antonio as he passed down the hall. I cocked a brow. "I see you're still roaming the halls like a fucking vampire." Antonio crossed his arms. "I was rudely awakened by multiple footsteps and realized it was guests trying to quietly slip out of the house. Twins. Know anything about it?" I palmed my cock and adjusted my pants with a smile. "Nope. I'm afraid not, big brother." "Uh-huh. Remind me to check with security, then. Someone is obviously not doing their job." "Speaking about security," I fell into step next to him, "I need my phone checked. I've been getting weird phone calls." "Weird phone calls?" "Yeah. Whoever is phoning me keeps hanging up whenever I answer." Antonio stopped and turned to face me. "Prank calls?" "I don't know." "Get James on it." "Get me on what?" Antonio and I both turned and saw James sauntering toward us. I scoffed. "J
ππππππ DANIEL I gave a heavy sigh and turned towards James. "There's not much to tell. It's just random phone calls. When I answer, the person hangs up." James raised an eyebrow. "How long has this been going on?" "It started a few weeks ago." "I'll try to get a trace on it." James stood, and as he passed by my chair, he paused. "You know why your sister is tired, right?" "Jesus," I moaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Yes, James. I know." He leaned down next to me. "Do you know what it means to have a magic cock?" And then I elbowed him in the gut, causing him to grunt. "Fucker," he mumbled, and I smiled as he walked out of the room. I had no idea why, but I found his ass amusing, which was why I liked having the little shit around the house. Plus, it seemed like he could make my sister happy, which was a big thing for me. At least one of us Bologna siblings was happy.***** A FEW HOURS LATER "We are having a bachelor party." I placed my hands on my hi
ππππππ DANIEL "Iβ¦I don't know." I couldn't breathe so I clutched the phone tighter in my palm. "I think it was her." Vanessa walked up to me. "Are you sure?" "No. No, I'm not sure." James held his hands in the air. "Can someone please tell me who the fuck is Layla?" Vanessa and I stared at each other, her dark brown eyes filled with sympathy. My little sister knew the pain I had lived with, the broken heart I had carried in my chest for years. There was a saying that only time could heal a broken heart. Well, I called bullshit. My heart was anything but healed. It was the bitter, broken pieces left behind, pulsing behind my ribs, that fueled the heartless bastard in me to fuck for nothing but pleasure. Vanessa stepped closer. "Danielβ" I held up my hand and turned to James. "I need you to get these phone calls traced." He crossed his arms. "Okay, but will you tell me who the fuck is Layla?" I took a deep breath, the mere thought of talking about her choking me.