Dark Betrayal (Famiglia Book 2)

by A. J. Daniels

  “You picking her side over me, Mia Bella?” Braxton’s voice lowers. It’s the voice that makes grown men quiver in their shoes but doesn’t seem to have an effect on Klara except to fire her up even more.

  “No, Brax. I didn’t create sides. You did. I would rather work together to find a solution that saves this family, including Jessika.” Klara pauses for a breath, glancing over at Jessika with a small smile before turning back to her fiancé. When she speaks again her voice is small. “And I’ll tell you something else, Braxton. If you want this wedding to move forward then you’ll do everything in your power to make sure that Jessika isn’t harmed.”

  Fuck, I knew she wasn’t afraid to stand up to Braxton but never in a million years would I ever have expected those words to leave her lips. Klara loves Braxton with everything she is and if she’s willing to give up her life with Braxton to save Jessika then she must see something in the Bratva princess that we don’t.

  “Are you threatening me, Mia Bella?”

  “No. It’s no threat, Braxton. It’s a promise. You may not consider her family, but I do.” Klara calmly collects her purse, goes over to hug Jessika and whispers something in her ear that causes a tear to slip down Jessika’s cheek. Klara pulls away, smiling down at Jessika and then turns her intense gaze on me as she makes her way over. I try not to squirm in my seat. How is it possible that this little thing manages to cause this reaction out of me?

  Klara wraps her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek to my chest. “You of all people shouldn’t be so quick to judge, Alessandro,” she whispers and I know she’s talking about my brother.

  She doesn’t say another word when she pulls away and stomps past Braxton, not giving him the satisfaction of an acknowledgment as she pushes past him and out my front door. Braxton exhales loudly, running a hand through his dark hair. Then the sound of a car starting up penetrates the silence in the house. Braxton’s head snaps up, his ears trained on the sound.

  I drop my chin to my chest to try and hide the smirk threatening to split across my face because I recognize the sound of the car and have a pretty good feeling what’s about to happen next. I’m already pulling my keys out of my pocket when Braxton curses moving towards the front door.

  “For fuck’s sake. Klara!” Braxton comes back in the room, eyes wild, fists clenching. My keys are already sailing through the air toward him before he can ask.

  “Don’t reck it,” I yell after him as he rushes out the door to go after his girl.

  Klara never fails to amaze me. She keeps Braxton on his feet, and nothing she ever does is ever predictable.

  “Are they always like that?” Jessika asks from her seat on the sofa.

  “Almost since day one.”

  “Are they going to be okay?” Jessika looks nervous when she looks over her shoulder out the window to the driveway where Klara and Braxton just peeled out of.

  “They’ll be fine.”

  The air is thick with awkward tension, neither one of us quite knowing what to say to the other. Jessika sighs, running her palms down the front of her pants before standing.

  “Well, I guess I’ll go then.”

  Stay seated, Alessandro. Let her go. She’s no longer your responsibility.

  Jessika hasn’t taken five steps before I’m moving, gripping her bicep and halting her progress towards the door, but as soon as she turns around, I drop my hand.

  “Stay.” I cross my arms over my chest to prevent myself from reaching for her again. “At least until we know what’s happening next. You can take the guest room.”

  Jessika takes a step closer and another and another until there’s less than an inch separating us, her small hands coming up to rest palm down on my chest. My cock twitches behind the zipper of my jeans. I might be furious with her, but he doesn’t give a damn.

  “Jessika,” I warn between clenched teeth, trying not to breath in the intoxicating scent of the vixen in front of me.

  “Please, Alessandro. I said I was sorry.”

  If this was anyone else, I would already be balls deep, fucking out the anger and frustration coursing through my veins. But it’s not anyone else. It’s Jessika. And for once I don’t feel like getting naked regardless of the state of my dick. She betrayed me and I don’t think I can ever forgive her for that.

  I take a step back, causing her hands to fall away and ignore the flash of hurt and tears welling up in her eyes.

  “Guest room is up the stairs and to the right. I’ll be back later.”

  “Where are you going?” she calls after my retreating back, her breath hitching with each sob.

  And because things aren’t fucked up enough as it is, I find myself replying before I can clamp my mouth shut. “To find someone to fuck.”

  The last thing I hear before the garage door shuts behind me is Jessika shocked gasp. I’m going to hell. On a one-way ticket. Do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars.

  ***

  JESSIKA

  The sounds of the garage door rolling up and a motorcycle revving are deafening in the now empty house.

  To find someone to fuck.

  He wouldn’t. He couldn’t possibly already be able to move on from what we had so soon. It hadn’t even been more than two hours since I was the one he was taking up against the wall in his kitchen. But then what did I expect? I lied to him. Betrayed his trust. What did I think was going to happen? That Alessandro would somehow be able to accept my betrayal and still take me to bed and make love to me like before?

  I go through the motions of walking up the stairs and locating the guest bedroom, but my mind isn’t on my actions. It’s on Alessandro and the faceless person that will be sharing his bed tonight when it should be me.

  You fucked up your chances, Jess. Live with it.

  I don’t bother stripping out of my clothes or pulling back the sheets on the bed, choosing instead to curl up in a ball on top of the covers and let the tears flow freely.

  ALESSANDRO

  THE LIGHTS OF the club are too bright. The music too loud, but the glass of whiskey between my fingers is exactly what I need to forget the last week ever happened. Well, step one at least. Step two would be finding a warm welcoming hole to stick my cock for the night.

  After jumping on my motorcycle and leaving Jessika behind at my house I didn’t have a clue where I was headed. All I knew was that I needed to get away and I needed to go fast. Next thing I know, I’m pulling up outside a gay club in the next town over.

  Now I’m sitting in a darkened corner of the bar and wondering how the fuck I managed to make things worse, and they were worse. I knew that once I left the house things would never be the same with Jessika, especially after the words I said before I left.

  Klara was right. I laid everything out there for Jessika about what I did to my brother when we were kids. I didn’t leave out any details. She knew I had killed my brother in cold blood and yet she still stayed. She stayed and she never once looked at me like I was monster. I never understood why at first because a monster was what I was. A monster was what I would be again if I ever let the firm grip on my control and anger slip. But she saw me, all of me, and she still uttered those three words.

  I love you.

  She could’ve turned her back on me, continued to carry out her father’s demands that she kill me after learning what I was capable of, but she didn’t. And yet, when she needed me the most, I turned my back on her.

  She was willing to defy her father, defy the Bratva for me. She was willing to lay down her life in exchange for mine. And I was the asshole that just walked away.

  I slam the rest of my drink back and move to retrieve my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans to pay my tab ready to get back to the house. That’s when something in me tells me to look across the bar, but all I see is the silhouette of a man sitting on the other side of the bar. He’s fully encased in the shadows but that doesn’t stop my curiosity or lesson the way an invisible string pulls tight, urging me to
go to him. My dick is also standing up and taking notice of this complete stranger before we’ve even seen him. My feet start moving without my command, carrying me closer until I’m standing directly in front of him. He leans back against the bar, elbows resting on the hard surface, spreading his legs in invitation and I step between them without further coaxing. That’s when I get my first good look at him and realize why I would be so drawn to him. The way he looks up at me from under dark lashes, biting his lip, his eyes perusing my body but never touching me, it does something to me that I haven’t been able to find with Jessika.

  In order to do my job successfully I’ve had to become good at reading people especially when my job entails making deals with drug dealers, motorcycle clubs, trading guns and other firearms. Lives are constantly on the line and if I make even one mistake, the life lost could belong to a member of the Famiglia.

  From looking at this man I can tell he won’t fight me like Jessika does, he’ll do what I say because I said, and he may on occasion want to top from the bottom, he’d gladly let me fuck him six ways from Sunday.

  He’s the light to Jessika’s dark.

  Sun-bleached blond hair falls over one eye, I’m tempted to push it back off his face so that there’s no barrier between me and his blue eyes. Square cut jaw, a chin dimple that I’m itching to lick while I pound into his tight ass. Blondie pushes up from the bar stool, his body brushing up against mine as he straightens to his full height. He’s tall, maybe only a couple inches shorter than my six-six.

  Images of him fucking Jessika’s ass while I pound into her pussy assault me and I groan, punching my hips forward into his. Our dicks rubbing up against each other through the fabric of our jeans.

  Blondie hooks a finger in a belt loop of my pants and moves around me, successfully pulling me along behind him down the hall and past the bathrooms. He turns, pushing me up against a wall in the dark corner, his fingers digging into my hips as his raises his lips and captures mine in a searing kiss.

  I’ve always been the one in control. I don’t bottom. Ever. But Christ, this is hot, and I’ll gladly give him the illusion of being in control… for now. Blondie licks his way into my mouth, and with a groan I open for him, sucking his tongue into my mouth as he expertly undoes the button and zipper on my jeans, then reaches in to wrap a calloused hand around my throbbing cock.

  “Fuck,” I growl, throwing my head back until it hits the wall with a dull thud.

  He licks up my neck, nipping at my earlobe before falling to his knees and wrapping those perfect bow lips around the head of my cock. I’m about two seconds from gripping the back of his head in my hands and fucking his mouth.

  Blondie bops up and down on my length, hollowing out his cheeks and increasing the suction after every pass. Then he takes my entire length down his throat and swallows. I groan low and long as the telltale tingle works its way up my spine after a few more expert licks.

  “Shit. Going to come,” I warn, but that just makes him repeat the motion again and again until my balls tighten and draw up, and I’m spilling down his throat.

  He looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes and licks the head of my cock clean before running his tongue along the seam of his lips and standing. I grab him by the sides of his face and haul him to me, my mouth slamming down on his in a bruising kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever tasted. I’ve tasted myself on Jessika, but it’s different tasting it on another man.

  Jessika.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  What was wrong with me? Was I that much of an asshole that I completely forgot about the woman who holds my fucking heart? The woman I left alone in my house and hurting.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Blondie whispers, his warm breath against my ear sending shivers down my body.

  Here’s where I’m supposed to push him away, tell him thanks but no thanks because I have a girl, but I don’t. I pull him into another kiss, this time I take my time exploring his mouth making sure that he knows exactly who’s in control. When I pull back, his lips are swollen and his eyes are half-lidded. Fuck, he’s beautiful, but I won’t fuck him here… like this. When I fuck him and make no mistake I will fuck him, it’ll be with Jessika watching.

  “Give me your phone.”

  “What?” he asks, stunned.

  “Phone. Now.”

  Like a good little boy, he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and places the smartphone in my outstretched palm. I find his contacts and add my name and cell number as well as a location.

  “What’s your name, Blondie?”

  “K-Kase,” he says shifting from foot to foot, looking back down the hall like he’s worried we’ll be caught.

  I send myself a text so that I have his name and number before handing the phone back to him. When he reaches out to take back the phone, I wrap a hand around his wrist and pull him flush against my chest, my cock already hardening again, and kiss him one last time. Unlike the other kisses we’ve exchanged tonight, this one offers a promise of more to come.

  When we finally come up for air his cheeks are flushed, lips even more swollen and probably a little bruised, eyes glazed over. I have to force myself to move away from him or I’ll do something I’ll regret. Like, take him up against the wall in this dingy club… without Jessika. Before making my way back down the hallway I issue one last demand, a well of satisfaction bubbling up when Kase’s cheeks flush hotter and he nods.

  “That location. Tomorrow night at eight.”

  ***

  JESSIKA

  I didn’t hear Alessandro come home the night before, but that doesn’t really surprise me. After my head hit the pillow and I was all cried out, sleep took me over and I stayed asleep the rest of the night until bright sunlight streamed through the open curtains of the guest room.

  When I pad downstairs I’m half expecting Alessandro to not be there and half expecting him to be there with someone else, which is why I’m surprised when I round the corner into the kitchen to find him standing in front of the coffee maker by himself. Loose fitting sweatpants hang from his hips, and when he turns there’s no mistaking the outline of his thick cock. I begin moving towards him only to be halted mid-stride by his comment from last night.

  To find someone to fuck.

  Someone to fuck…

  I swallow hard past the lump in my throat as I’m overcome by so many questions. How long was he out last night? Where did he go? Did he find someone to fuck? And if he did, did he bring them here? Did he spend the night at their place and just get back early this morning?

  “I can hear you thinking from here, Angel,” he says, lifting the coffee mug to his lips. Lips that swollen.

  My stomach drops and I have to grip the edge of the counter to keep myself up. Tears begin to well up in my eyes but I will them down. I am not weak dammit!

  “Don’t call me that,” I bite out. “Did you find someone else to fuck, Alessandro?”

  Alessandro watches me over the rim of his coffee mug then he calmly places the mug in the sink, turning around to face me and leaning back against the counter like he hasn’t a care in the world. I’m not sure I even want to know the answer to that question but when I look up into his grey eyes I know.

  “You fucking asshole!” I hiss.

  Alessandro stalks towards me, grabbing me by the wrists and pinning me against his solid chest when I try to push him away. “Stop it, Jessika.”

  “Was it good? Was her pussy tighter than mine? Did she fight you like you like, Alessandro? Did she?” I scream in his face, trying my hardest to wrench my wrists free and punch his chest but when his grip tightens I know there’s no use.

  “He sucked cock just fine.”

  “Go fuck your-” the rest of the words die on my tongue when what he just said sinks in. I should muster up every last bit of strength I have and push him away, run upstairs, gather my shit and leave. I should demand to know why. Why would he do that to us?

 
Us?

  There is no longer an us. We stopped existing as a couple the minute the truth was revealed, but the thought of him with someone else so soon after should hurt. It should cut deep. Then why does it turn me on knowing that another man sucked him off? That his tongue was down another man’s throat? If it was any other woman, I would’ve demanded to know her name and I would go cut a bitch. How is the fact that it wasn’t another woman but a man make me less rage-y and more horny?

  Alessandro chuckles when my face heats to a flaming red. My tongue darting out to lick along my bottom lip.

  “We have a lot to talk about before he arrives tonight. Grab a coffee and something to eat, Angel, we’ll talk when you’re done.”

  “Wait, you invited him back here? Tonight?”

  “Si. Wanted to fuck him in that club last night…”

  I shove away from him and back away but Alessandro doesn’t allow me to go far before he’s pulling me back against him. His fingers fisting the hair at the nape of my neck and tugging until I’m forced to look up at him.

  “I wanted you to be there, Angel. I want you to watch while I fuck him and then we’re both going to fuck you.”

  My breaths start coming in heavy pants as Alessandro continues talking, my thighs pressing together.

  “Do you want that, Angel? A cock in each hole. Filling you up and fucking you so hard you’ll have a hard time walking tomorrow. And every time you sit, you’ll be forced to remember the way his cock felt in your tight ass while I fucked your tight pussy.”

  “Yes,” I moan, melting into him.

  “Good,” he says pulling away. “Now eat breakfast and then we’ll talk.” He slaps my ass on his way out the kitchen.

  Jesus, this man is hell on my heart… and my body.

  I scarf down a toasted bagel and coffee, then go in search of Alessandro wanting to know more about his plan for tonight. I find him in his office and have to take a minute to just admire him. Alessandro is standing by the window, his back to me. I still can’t get over how built this man is, if I didn’t know any better I would think he was a professional wrestler or bodybuilder. My fingers itch to explore every dip and ridge of rippling muscle across his back, down to the twin dimples on his lower back.