by B. B. Hamel
I watched the ocean lick against the rocks and took a deep breath.
I was going to give birth soon. We didn’t know the sex, but that didn’t matter. We had money, comfort, and each other. We’d move back to the States one day, as soon as the Valor stuff was forgotten about. Maybe in a few years.
Until then, we were living in paradise. I never finished college, but I could always go back. There were so many possibilities lined up ahead of me, and I couldn’t wait to try them all with Carter by my side.
He was my perfect partner. I was so happy that everything happened the way it did, because I might not have met him and been with him otherwise. Carter was my family and my life now, and that was more than enough.
I listened to the ocean, the sun bright on my face, and I felt happy, content, and incredible. It was the perfect ending to an insane and messed up story.
I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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This Hard Bastard is going to tease you until you can’t say no.
I let her go once, but this time she’s going to beg to stay.
They say I’m a hard man. Rough. Dirty. Bad. I have a reputation and it sure as f**k isn’t a good one.
None of that matters when she walks back into my life.
Sadie was my high school sweetheart, a nice girl from a loving family. She was too good for me to resist.
But I knew it wouldn’t last.
I couldn’t let her get dragged down by a low life like me. When she moved across the country, I had to let her go.
Ten years later and now she’s back. I couldn’t resist her then and I sure as f**k can’t resist her now. I know she remembers how I made her body feel when we were teenagers, and she’ll definitely never forget what I can do as a man.
The only problem is, she’s the attorney assigned to prosecute the Russian mob, and I’m the hired killer tasked with taking her out.
I’m going to go through hell to get her, and I’m going to make damn sure I keep her.
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Craving something dark and dirty?
Bend over, sweetheart.
I’m good at two things: rough sex and brutal violence, and I don’t know which one I love more.
That’s why the mafia give me a prize -- the sweet and innocent Jodie Walsh. I helped destroy her family, and now she’s mine to use however I want.
Too bad she’s more like a burden. I never wanted some good girl slowing me down, but I have no choice.
My bosses want her down on her knees, obeying my every command, and I can’t deny that I want the same. Her gorgeous body and soft moans make me want to give her more.
I’m supposed to hand her back when I’m finished, but her curves are too tempting and the way she looks at me, her lips parted with lust, drives me f**king insane.
I’ll teach her to submit and she’ll learn to love it. She’ll beg for it when this is all over.
And when they try to take her away?
I’ll kill them all.
She’ll bend, and I’ll break.
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Bastard’s Baby: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance
Prologue
The lights were down low in the club when I first saw her.
She was shaking her ass like there was no fucking tomorrow. She looked across the crowded room at me, and I felt my cock stiffen as she smiled.
I couldn’t stop myself. I made my way across the crowd, pressed myself against her, and let her grind herself against me.
She was just another club slut that night. I didn’t know her from anywhere else. The only thing I saw was a tight dress, long, thick hair, and a full ass that kept moving for hours.
“What’s your name?” I whispered in her ear.
“No names tonight,” she said.
I grinned at her. “Even better.”
We danced for hours together like that, sweating, bodies pressed close, practically fucking on the dance floor. I was basically tearing through my fucking pants, hard as all hell, by the time the club was closing.
Back in the cab, I whispered in her ear. “I want to see how soaked that pussy is. I want to see if that ass can shake on my big cock.”
She smiled, and as soon as we got into my apartment, she proved that her hips were good for more than just dancing.
She took my cock like a pro, sliding her tight pussy down along my shaft. The way she threw her head back, moaning loudly as I pressed myself deeper and deeper, drove me insane.
Those moans haunted me for months afterward.
I worked her body, hard and fast, making her beg for what she wanted. I wanted her to say my name, over and over, but we weren’t using names that night.
No, we were just pure animals fucking because we were young and beautiful.
There had been plenty of women before her, but none lived up to her. My nameless girl, the one with the perfect mouth, round, firm tits, and an ass that rode my dick like she couldn’t get enough.
And then in the morning, after hours of sweating and fucking and moaning, she was gone.
My cock still hummed with the pleasure from her perfect, tight cunt. It drove me wild lying in bed and remembering what she did.
I never knew her name, never found it out. Not that night, at least. One night was all we had, or so I thought.
My nameless girl. I never stopped thinking about her, not once.
I never slowed down, either. When you worked for the mob, you didn’t have time to wonder what if. I was too busy with my gun, running my crew, working my way up through the ranks to try to find this nameless girl.
There were plenty of other club sluts out there in the world, and I had my taste of all of them.
Blood, money, and pussy. That was all I knew and all that I needed in my life. I was aiming to take over the city one day, and nothing could stop me or get in my way.
And months later when she showed up at my door again, a crying bundle in her arms, I still couldn’t forget that night.
1
Kaley
“He’s so cute!”
I smiled at Sophie. “Yeah, I know.” I took another picture of little Alexei, nestled in his crib, and sighed. “But Dad is still pissed.”
“I was going to ask you about that.” Sophie sat down in a chair, crossed her legs. She was about my height, and we’d known each other for ages. Her dad worked for my dad, so we’d been raised more or less like sisters.
“Is he still pushing?” she asked.
I nodded. “More every day.”
“I can’t believe him.”
“He thinks it’s a stain on our family’s honor.” I sat down on the ground at Sophie’s feet, leaning back on my hands.
“Still, that can’t be enough to make you give him up.”
“I’m not going to give him up, Soph,” I said. “That just won’t ever happen.”
“You know how our family can be,” she said softly.
“They’re not going to take him away,” I said fiercely. “I don’t care what my father says.”
She leaned forward
and put her hand on my head. “I know that, Kaley. But listen to me. I heard my dad talking last night.”
I felt coldness enter my stomach. Sophie’s father was the enforcer for my father’s crew within the Russian mob. He was a hard man, violent and dangerous, and although he was like a second father to me, I knew he was deadly. People spoke of him with respect, fear, and awe.
“And?”
“He was talking about you.”
I stared at her. “Tell me, Soph.”
“I only heard my father’s side of the conversation.” She leaned back in her chair, concern clear on her face. “I think they’re coming for Alexei soon. I think they’re coming tomorrow.”
“What?” I asked, standing up. “No.”
“It’s just what he said,” Soph replied. “He said he could take care of the brat tomorrow.”
“Are you sure he meant my baby?”
“No,” Soph admitted, “I’m not sure. But what other brat is there?”
I bit my lip, looking down at little Alex.
My father was the captain of a prominent crew in Chicago’s Russian mob. I’d grown up in the mob, knew it like the back of my hand. I feared nothing and nobody, except for my father’s wrath.
Anatoli Kozlov was a difficult man to grow up with. He’d always been hard on me, pushing me to succeed in school, to become a better person. Some girls were little mob princesses, treated like royalty and spoiled, but not me. Anatoli, my father, was distant and brutal in his methods. Everyone feared him, including my mother and me. He never hit us or anything, but he had a temper, and it could be terrifying.
“You know who the father is, right?” Soph asked in a whisper.
I glanced around the room. Nobody was supposed to know the true identity of Alex’s father; I had lied to everyone and told them that I didn’t know. It made me seem like a whore, and only made my father hate Alex even more, but I had no other choice.
If they knew the truth, my life would have been much, much worse.
“I know,” I said, nodding.
“Go to him,” Soph said. “Go to him tonight.”
“I can’t,” I said softly. “You don’t understand.”
Sophie stood up and came to me. “Please, Kaley. Take Alex and run. Your father is never going to let you keep him.”
Pain wracked my body. I felt like I was being torn in half. On the one side there was my family, the people I felt a fierce loyalty toward. And on the other was Alex and his real father, two people who could never mix with my family.
Because the truth was, Alex’s father was in the Italian mob.
I wasn’t supposed to know that. And as far as he knew, I didn't. But the night I’d met him at the club, I knew exactly who he was.
I’d been a little tipsy and very, very rebellious. My father had just given me more grief for doing poorly on an exam at school. I was a senior at the University of Chicago back then, a prestigious and difficult school to get into, and so my father held me up to impossible standards.
I was so angry that night. And when I saw him, that beautiful, dangerous Italian mobster, I couldn’t help myself. I knew that he was exactly the sort of man that would hurt my father the most if he ever found out.
And so I insisted on no names, even though I knew his already.
Vincent Mori, one of the new up-and-coming guys in the Italian mob.
“He doesn’t know,” I said to Soph.
“So? Tell him. If he’s not a total fucking piece of shit, he’ll help you.”
“What if he is?”
“Then you can run on your own. I’ll give you the money I have.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “I can’t just run, Soph. I’ve not finished school.”
“Forget school. This is your baby.”
I frowned down at Alex and felt warmness in my heart. Having a baby was so difficult, but every time he looked at me and smiled, everything was worth it. All the pain and the shame my family felt, it was worth it. Because I loved my son and would do absolutely anything for him.
“Kaley, please,” Soph said again. “Run. Tonight if you can. Tomorrow morning at the latest.”
I looked back at her. “Okay. We’ll talk tonight, and I’ll go tomorrow morning.”
She smiled. “Come on. We’ll plan it out.”
“Thanks, Soph.”
“Don’t thank me. This is easy for me. You’re the one running away.”
I nodded. She was right.
Running was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done.
Especially running from one dangerous situation directly into another one.
I barely knew Vincent Mori. I knew he was young, handsome, and deadly. I knew he had a bad reputation with the Russians and just about everyone wanted him dead. Our two groups were constantly on the edge of war, constantly threatening violence. And I was terrified that they would turn me away.
But Alex was Vince’s son. He couldn’t just abandon his child. I didn’t care what he thought about me, what he felt about me, as long as Alex was safe.
“Let’s do this,” I said to Soph, terrified.
I would do anything for my son, including betraying everything I knew.
2
Vince
I rolled out of bed, a hangover buzzing in my skull.
I grunted as I got up and walked into the bathroom of my little South Side apartment. I turned on the faucet and brushed my teeth, looking into the mirror.
I looked like shit. I hadn’t been sleeping much because of the big deal happening with the Chinese, which meant a lot of fucking stress and headaches.
“Vincent?” came the girl’s voice from the other room.
I grinned at myself. I didn’t look so bad that I couldn’t pick up some random ass from the club, fortunately.
“Yeah, babe?” I asked, looking into the bedroom.
Her hair was disheveled as she sat up and looked at me, pouting. “Why are you getting dressed? You promised me breakfast.”
I laughed. “Did I?”
“Yeah. And you promised me some more fun.”
She gave me these obvious fuck-me eyes, and I just grinned at her.
“Another time, babe,” I said.
“Vince! You promised.”
“I have to get to the office.” I checked the clock and sighed. It was a little bit past eight in the morning.
“I thought you were a gangster?” she asked. “You don’t have an office.”
I walked over to her, and she crawled toward me on her hands and knees. She was wearing only a thin T-shirt that barely covered her full tits, her blond hair falling down around her.
“Guess you don’t know much about the fucking mob,” I said.
She looked up at me, smiling. She reached out and began to stoke my cock.
“Wanna teach me?” she asked.
I leaned down and put my lips against her ear. “No. Now get the fuck out.”
I straightened up as she tried to slap me. Her hand whiffed in front of my face and I laughed again.
“Fucking asshole,” she said.
“Seriously. I’m going to take a shower. If you’re still here, I will throw your ass out on the street myself.”
I turned and walked back into the bathroom, shutting the door.
“Asshole!” I heard her scream, and I heard something thump against the door.
I started the shower. “That better not have been something I cared about,” I muttered.
Just another typical fucking morning in my life. The girl would be gone soon enough, and I’d be off to the compound to start my day.
The bitch really had no clue who she was fucking with. I climbed into the shower, grinning to myself. Life wasn’t so fucking bad when you were a made man and a crew captain.
Not so fucking bad.
The compound was a sprawling mansion sitting on about fifteen acres of prime Chicago suburbs. It was the Barone crime family’s main hangout and the place where I had lived for most of my life.
The Barone crime family was the largest mob in the city, just ahead of the Russians. The compound was the heart and soul of the mob, the place where we did our dealing, where we trained our people, counted our money, fucked and fought and lived. It was like a home to me, and the mob was my fucking family.
And I was one of the youngest captains in mob history. After my old boss, Lucas Barone, son of the head of the family, Arturo Barone, promoted me to mob captain, I quickly began to gather power and influence around me.
Lucas had taught me well, and I was using those skills to strengthen myself within the family. Arturo was barely holding on to his power, and Lucas was too busy getting his wife fucking pregnant all the time.
As I drove up the long driveway heading toward the main house, I shook my head, annoyed with Lucas. Ever since he’s gotten married to that girl Natalie, he’d been too busy pumping out babies and spending time with his family to really get deep into the politics of the mob. Sure, he was still running his crew and was still one of the best captains. He was definitely first in line to succeed his father. But he was no longer actively trying to overthrow Arturo and take control of the family.
Not like I was trying to do that, either. I liked where I was for the moment. But Lucas used to be a fucking gangster.
