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To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Symbol Of Commitment
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
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | They Want You
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
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | The Past Comes Calling
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
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Weird Phone Calls
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
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Flashing Memories
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
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Never Coming Back
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.
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Like Daggers Piercing Flesh
ππππππ DANIEL I took a deep breath after swallowing my second glass of bourbon. The memories felt like daggers piercing the flesh of my heart over and over again. I hated that they still held so much power over me. After all the time that had passed, the memories still tortured me. She still tortured me. "It's a little early for a drink, don't you think?" I looked up at Antonio, who took a seat across from me by the bar. "You want one?" "Fuck, yes." I snorted and poured my brother a drink while refilling mine. That was another thing I hated about all this β everyone knew. Everyone knew who Layla was to me, and what it did to me when she left and it was all my fault. For months after, I was nothing but a walking corpse who lived on alcohol. A shell of myself. I spent my days either drunk, hungover, or thoroughly fucked. Sex numbed the pain. It still did. And the more, the merrier. Gang banging and orgies while drinking myself into a stupor were the only goal I had for
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | I Am Calm
ππππππ DANIELSomehow, I was no longer in the mood for a night out. Just this morning I was all up Antonio's ass about a bachelor party for James, but ever since that goddamn phone call, I was unable to tear my mind away from her. The woman who ruined me. The woman who destroyed the man I once was. And after hearing a voice that was either hers or sounded a lot like hers, the memories felt like it all took place just yesterday. I had been walking around the whole goddamn day as if I was waiting for a fucking bomb to go off. "You warned Vanessa, right?" James touched my shoulder from the back seat. "Because if you didn't, I am going to be in a fuck-load of trouble when I get home smelling like bourbon and unable to piss straight." I laughed. "Where's the fun in that? I love hearing my sister swear at you in Italian. The look on your face is fucking priceless." He snorted. "Yeah, well, I'd like to see you try to keep a straight face when the woman you're about to marr
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