Dark Betrayal (Famiglia Book 2)

by A. J. Daniels

  Mmhm, yup. All for me.

  So, I have no idea why I took the picture I did as soon as I got home, showered and changed. Or why I found myself sending said picture to a certain male.

  ***

  ALESSANDRO

  “Holy shite,” Stefan chokes out next to me. “Ow, what the fuck, Alex?” he says, a hand rubbing at the spot where I just hit him at the back of his head. I pin him with a glare, and he shuts the fuck up.

  My anger has been off the charts today. I have enough tension coursing through my body to rival all other days. The tension in my body is coiled so tight, like a snake waiting to strike, anything could set me off, and I have no fucking clue why.

  The job Braxton sent Stefan and I on went off without a hitch. The stupid fuck sang like a fat woman at the opera. I like when they tell me what I want to know without me having to get blood on my clothes. It’s a bitch to get out, and I’m tired of buying new clothes. He made my job so much easier today so I should be riding the high that comes with knowing we’re that much closer to closing this deal for Braxton and adding to his ever-growing fortune. Then why do I feel like shit’s about to hit the fan and fuck up everything we’ve worked years to achieve.

  I just need to fuck out this tension, and I know the perfect way to do it. My cock hardens, and a grin spreads across my face as I take another look at the picture that just came through in a text message. I admit my ego took a hit when she kicked me out of her apartment after I made her cum so hard she could barely speak. A beer and burger later, and I was over it. I’ve kicked out my share of women. Hell, it’s not like I want anything more from Jessika than what her body could do for me.

  And what a fucking body it is. Curves for days. The woman has enough meat on her bones that I don’t have to worry about breaking her in half when I fuck her hard. Hips I can actually grab onto and an ass that bounces when I pound into her from behind. I groan low in my throat at memories from last night.

  Fuck this. She wants to play. Well, game on, Angel.

  “I’m out,” I tell Antonio, slapping a hand on his back as I make my way past him while Stefan snickers where I left him sitting.

  “Brax is meeting with the lawyer tomorrow. He’s going to want you with,” Antonio says, catching my attention before I can push open the door.

  “Thought Mase was still off,” I say, turning back to Antonio.

  “He is. Corey Jasvins is taking on some of his clients while Mase is out. Brax wants to meet with him. He’s not so sure he can trust him with the man’s Russian connections.”

  Mason James is the primary lawyer for the Famiglia. When shit goes down, Mason bails our asses out. He’s also paid to make sure that we don’t go down. Corey Jasvins is another partner at Mason’s law firm. However, Corey has nothing to do with the Famiglia, but he is on some of the other families’ payroll. Which makes me weary of this whole situation. I vowed to always have Braxton’s back, and I always will.

  “I’ll be there.” I nod at Antonio and then head out. I have some tension to fuck out, and I know just the girl to help.

  ***

  JESSIKA

  I was expecting the knock on my door, but it still made me jump. I momentarily consider pretending not to be home. The text was a spur of the moment thing. One I wish I can say that I regretted sending but deep down, I’m not. Not one bit. I wanted him to come over, and that text practically ensured that he would move heaven and hell to get here.

  Alessandro’s fist pauses mid-air when I pull open the door. His eyes darken to an impossible black as he takes me in. Did I mention that I never bothered to change out of the new lingerie I bought?

  An embarrassing squeak works its way past my lips when Alessandro rushes me. Picking me up by my thighs, and kicking the door closed behind him, he pins me to it. My legs wrap around his hips. He nips and sucks up my neck, while each hand grabs a handful of my tits.

  “I can’t wait to peel you out of this, but right now my dick misses you,” he rasps against my neck. His thick fingers work their way under the lacy thong and finding me already soaked for him.

  “Please, Alessandro.” I’m not above begging for what my body so readily craves. I need him inside me. I need him to fuck me so hard that my brain shuts off. That I forget about my responsibilities. I need him to make it all go away. To make me forget who I am.

  The sound of a belt being undone breaks through my running thoughts, seconds before he’s pushing his way inside me. A sigh escapes me as he fills me.

  Fuck yes.

  Just like last night, Alessandro doesn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size before he’s slamming home. Harder. Faster. Relentless. Just the way I like it. I’m not a big fan of foreplay. I’m more interested in what comes after. Foreplay usually means there’s some sort of emotion involved. An emotion that I can’t afford to have. Not with Alessandro. Not ever.

  “Your pussy’s greedier than ever, Angel. Was this what you were hoping for when you sent that picture?” Alessandro growls in my ear, his one hand closing around my throat. Another thing I like about Alessandro, he wasn’t afraid to get rough with me. He doesn’t treat me like I am fragile. He takes what he wants, and I am all too willing to give it to him.

  “Fuck yes,” I groan, repeating my earlier thoughts.

  My nails dig into his wide shoulders when his thrusts get harder. I’m so close I can feel it, almost reach out and touch it, but it’s still a little out of my grasp. Alessandro leans up enough to rub my lips with his finger until I part them. He finger fucks my mouth until my jaw aches, then he’s reaching down to part my ass cheeks, and the pad of one finger rubs against my puckered hole before pushing in. The burn is just what I needed to send me over the edge and I come… hard.

  Alessandro continues his hard thrusts while his finger fucks my ass. Then, he comes with a roar, and I swear it’s the sexist sound I’ve ever heard. Spurt after spurt of warm cum fills me until Alessandro leans his forehead against mine, spent.

  It’s not until I’m standing in the shower on shaky legs and reaching out for my body wash do I remember that his cum’s running down my inner thighs and that we never used a condom.

  “Well,” I whisper to myself, “at least I can never get pregnant.”

  Alessandro joins me in the shower a minute later, effectively silencing most my racing thoughts until the only one left is how many times I can use this man tonight, and in how many positions. He didn’t get to peel the new lingerie off me, but I have something else that he may like a little better. Something that he can rip off.

  I have a feeling neither one of us is getting much sleep tonight. Totally fucking worth it.

  ALESSANDRO

  “WHO’S THE CHICK?” Braxton asks as I round my car to meet him at the steps of the law firm.

  “There’s no chick.” I stop in front him, adjusting my tie and jacket to keep my hands busy so that I don’t ball them into fists and give myself away. The fact that I’m instantly defensive over Jessika says a fuck ton, but I’d be damned if I let Braxton know that. He may be my boss, but he’s also my best friend, and he’s guaranteed to give me shit over my not-relationship with Jess.

  I’m not a one-woman man. Never have been. Never thought I would ever be. I like sex. As much as I can get, whenever I can get it. It’s no secret in our circle that I’ve been known to often bring multiple people into my bed. Male. Female. Fuck if I care. As long as I’m getting laid my dick’s happy. And he’s been a very happy boy the last few nights.

  “Spit that bullshit somewhere else, Alex. You forget I’ve known you since you were fifteen. Never known you to only have one person in your bed for this long. Who is she?” Braxton crosses his arms and leans against the side of his sports car like he has all the time in the world.

  “Jessika Tomlinson.”

  “She the girl you carried to the ambulance from the building? The one being held next to Klara?”

  I tip my chin in a slight nod, watching his every reaction. It’s no secret
that Braxton still blames himself for Klara being taken. I don’t know why. The only thing the guy did wrong was fall in love. Everything that happened after that was just a bunch of dumb fucks who thought they had what it takes to take down the Famiglia. Even if one of them did just so happen to be his very own cousin.

  If we’re being all honest and sharing our feelings and shit, I don’t think Braxton was wrong in falling in love. Having a partner for life who accepts you no matter what your fuck ups are, who will be there to welcome you home at two in the morning and with blood stains on your clothes, who will unconditionally stick by you through everything this life has to throw at you, that’s what makes all the shit we deal with on a daily basis worth it - to know that at the end of the day we have that one person in our corner.

  Braxton glances up and to the right of me, his eyes taking on a faraway look, one I don’t like because it means he’s remembering something… something that I’m not going to like, but instead of saying anything about it, he turns and heads for the front door of the law offices effectively ending our conversation.

  Braxton’s meeting with the temp lawyer goes smoothly. I have to admit that Corey Jasvins impressed me. He answered all of Braxton’s questions and put his concerns to rest about his Russian connections. Apparently, he refuses to do business with them regardless of the boost it could do to his financial situation and early retirement. Jasvins said he wasn’t comfortable in taking on the Russian crime family since the firm already represents the De Luca family, thanks to Mason James who is the one and only lawyer to take on organized crime in the law firm. Which shocked the fuck out of me. I thought both James and Jasvins were on organized crimes payroll. By Braxton’s reaction or lack thereof, I’m guessing he already knew that.

  Jasvins explains what happened with James’ wife, and since the Famiglia doesn’t have any pressing cases or being threatened with possible charges, Braxton agrees that giving Mason James some time off is the best thing for him and for us.

  An hour later we leave the lawyer’s office, but not before Braxton reminds Jasvins that if he even thinks about screwing over the Familgia there is no place he can hide that we will not find him.

  “Go home, Alessandro,” Braxton says, slapping a hand on my back as his driver opens the door to the backseat. “Take the weekend off. I’m taking Klara to Italy this weekend anyway. We’ll see you at family dinner Sunday night,” he says before getting in the car.

  I don’t bother arguing with him. Why look a gift horse in the mouth and all that shit? I hit the top of the car after closing his door and watch them drive away, but my mind is on Jessika and all the ways I can make her come in forty-eight hours.

  The answer? A-whole-fucking-lot.

  Jess and I have done a lot of fucking since the first time in my SUV, and if I plan on milking her body for every single last orgasm it can give, then I’m going to need some fuel. Heck, food can be an aphrodisiac too, and I plan on slowing things down tonight. Drawing out her pleasure, drive her to edge but not allow her to go over until she begs, and even then, I’ll only let her come when I’m good and ready for her to come.

  I watch the three dots appear only to disappear a moment later with no message. Her reply finally comes through when I’m already five minutes away from her place.

  ***

  JESSIKA

  “You’re cooking?” I ask Alessandro when I let him in and he heads straight for the kitchen, arms laden with bags of groceries.

  This is not good. Not good at all.

  It’s one thing to share a meal together at a restaurant, but it’s something else entirely to cook for someone. Cooking for someone implies a level of intimacy. It implies a relationship of some sort, whether that relationship is family, friend, or romantic in nature. The fact that Alessandro was in my apartment prepared to cook for me… us means that this - whatever this is - means more to him than it should. Whether he wants to admit it or not.

  I’m already starting to get attached to him in ways I cannot afford to. Hell, I bought lingerie with him in mind for fuck’s sake! I wouldn’t do that if this was still just some mutually beneficial fucking. I find myself looking forward to his sexts in the middle of the day. I look forward to him showing up at my door at night. And last night when he left I was disappointed because a part of me wanted him to tell me he was staying and fuck what I said.

  I just violated my first rule. Never get attached to a mark.

  “Figured it was time I show you what real fettuccine is supposed to taste like.”

  “What makes you think I don’t already know what it’s supposed to taste like?” I ask, opening us each a beer.

  Alessandro snorts and gestures to the frozen dinner packages I forgot to take down to the dumpster. “I saw the same packages the last time I was here and you kicked me out.”

  “What?” I shrug, taking a sip of my beer. “I hate cooking and they’re easy.”

  “And full of shit.”

  His response doesn’t surprise me. After all, there’s no way he got to look like the way he does by eating crap. My guess is that when Alessandro goes grocery shopping he only buys the cleanest ingredients, he never allows himself a cheat day, and he probably works out for hours every day. It wasn’t a hard guess. It’s what my life was like growing up. Father always wanted us in the best shape. When Amanda and I weren’t in school, learning to fight, or learning to shoot we were in the gym. We didn’t eat anything that didn’t get his approval first. Hence my current attachment to alcohol, any and all food that’s bad for me, including the giant chocolate bar in the fridge and the tub of ice cream hidden in my freezer. I was just making up for lost years.

  After setting the table, I watch Alessandro work in my kitchen like he was born to be there. I soon find myself mesmerized by the fluidity of his movements. Alessandro makes it all look effortless. His muscles pull and strain under the crisp dress shirt as he stirs the sauce in the pan while it thickens. The veins in his forearms popping while he chops parsley for the garnish.

  I watch him carefully plate the pasta and sprinkle the garnish on top before picking up both plates and setting one down in front of me, but eating is the furthest thing from my mind. Well, eating food is the furthest thing from my mind.

  My mouth waters at the memory of his taste. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around his favorite appendage and watch as I bring him to the edge. Knowing that it’s me that does that to him. It’s me who makes him groan low in his throat. It’s me who causes that deep growl to rumble through his chest. It’s my body he worships like it holds the key to his happiness.

  “Keep looking at me like that, Angel, and I’ll be attempted to take you on this table. Dinner be damned.”

  Alessandro’s grey eyes darken with lust when I look up at him from under long lashes and flick my tongue across my bottom lip.

  What was that I was saying about getting too attached? Ah, fuck it. I want him, and he obviously wants me so why should I fight this attraction anymore. I can have my cake and eat it too. I’ll use him as a fuck buddy, as a cuddle buddy, and whatever else, and when it comes time to pull the trigger I’ll still be able to do my job. Right?

  Yeah, I don’t think so either, but a girl can hope.

  With my appetite effectively ruined, I stand up from the table turning towards the hallway. “I’m not hungry… for food,” I say over my shoulder after removing my top and throwing it at him.

  I didn’t think it was possible, but I may have rendered Alessandro speechless. I’m halfway down the hallway to my bedroom when I hear the growl that has my core clenching with anticipation. Then a hard body collides with my back, one strong hand wrapping around my throat and tilting my head back until it’s resting against his chest, the other sliding under the waistband of my tiny shorts, seeking out my clit. I’ve never been gladder that I didn’t bother with.

  “This what you hungry for, Angel?” he rasps, his breath warm against my ear.

  “N-No,” I moan when he pinches my
clit.

  “No? Then, what are you hungry for?”

  I swallow hard when he nips and sucks along my jaw. “Your cock.”

  “What about my cock?”

  He wants me to say it out loud. Wants to hear the words from my lips. I was never good at dirty talk. During sexting? Yes. But in person, during the actual act? Not so much. Usually, my mind goes blank, and I have no idea what to say. Not tonight, though. I know what I want, and he can bet his ass that I’m going to tell him exactly what I want… or at least I’ll try.

  “I-I…”

  “You what, Angel?”

  I close my eyes, take a deep breath and try again. “I want to taste you.”

  Alessandro growls, spinning me around to face him. His fingers fist in my long hair, his other hand back around my throat as his lips crash down on mine, demanding the kiss that he wants.

  “Then get on your knees and take me out.”

  His grip on my hair tightens while he forces me down to my knees. With a shaky breath, I undo his belt and pants finding him already hard beneath his boxer-briefs. I pull his underwear down to join his pants in a pool around his ankles.

  “Open your mouth, Angel, stick your tongue out.”

  Alessandro grips the base of his cock and groans, running the head of his cock up and down the length of my tongue. He reaches down and grips my chin with his other hand.

  “Wider,” he commands.

  I relax and open my mouth wider until my jaw begins to ache.

  “Good girl,” he praises, running both hands through my hair until they’re gripping the back of my head and then Alessandro fucks my mouth.

  I forgot that he’s not just thicker than the average cock, but he’s longer too, and I have to relax my throat so that I don’t gag as his thrusts become faster. I’m drooling, but that only seems to spur Alessandro on more. He hisses when I hollow out my cheeks and suck hard every time he withdraws. I try not to squirm, but I can’t help it. The noises coming from him make my clit throb with anticipation of the hard fucking I know will follow.