MAFIA: Dark Romance Collection
Kiera Silver
Calamity Jane Publishing
Contents
This Collection Includes…
SHANE: A Dark Mafia Romance
About this book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
CORMAC: A Dark Mafia Novella
About this Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
ALEXEI: A Dark Mafia Romance
About this Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
PATRICK: A Dark Mafia Romance
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Also by Kiera Silver
This Collection Includes…
1. SHANE: A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE
As captain of an Irish mafia crew, Shane O’Mara has everything he wants. Money, women, and power. He can have anything, except the one woman with whom he’s obsessed. Mia Kasilli, daughter of a Russian kingpin, wants nothing to do with that lifestyle. When he can no longer be without her, he orchestrates a series of actions that leave her father in his debt and Mia in his power. He’s dark and dangerous, the embodiment of everything she doesn’t want in a man, so why does she crave him so much? She’ll fight him every step of the way, but how will she fight herself?
This story contains situations some readers might find objectionable. If a hot mafia man driven to any lengths to possess the woman he wants isn’t your thing, you probably wouldn’t enjoy this book. However, if you like a dark, Alpha, possessive man with a tender core deep down, who will do anything for the woman he loves, including kidnapping, going to war with rival mafia, protecting her from her enemies, and fighting through her resistance to change her perceptions, get ready to meet “Shane.”
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2. CORMAC: A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE NOVELLA
Ballerina Siobhan O'Mara has been in love with her brother's best friend for as long as she remembers, but Cormac has always treated her like a kid sister. When they're unexpectedly involved in a drive-by shooting, almost losing her snaps his carefully regulated control. Having her is more important than shielding her from the truth about his role in the Irish mafia, and he claims the woman he needs.
This is a standalone story, but Cormac features Shane’s sister, shares plot elements with, and enhances the world of Shane. This fits between Chapters Twelve and Thirteen if read as part of that novel.
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3. ALEXEI: A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE
Ordinary Tara Noland leads a boring existence until she sees something she was never meant to observe. Head of the Russian mafia in his city, Alexei Varnakov can’t let her go after she witnesses him murdering an underling. He should follow the code of the vory v zakone and eliminate her, but he can’t. Instead, he decides to keep the fiery redhead. It’s the only way she can stay alive, but she’s defiant and fights him at every turn. He can break his little fox with passion, but can he ever win her trust?
This story contains situations some readers might find objectionable. If you don’t like darker romances, this mafia love story might not be the book for you. However, if you enjoy a possessive Alpha male engaged in a spirited battle with a defiant woman determined to resist his demands, get ready to meet “Alexei.”
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4. PATRICK: A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE
Patrick Murphy leads the Irish mafia in his city. He could have any woman he wants, except the one he’s forbidden himself to take—his ward, Lauren. He longs for her and craves her. Until now, he’s managed to keep her out of his arms by sending her out of the country. Now that she’s finished with college and back home, his resolve is crumbling. She’s determined to have him, and it’s impossible to fight her and himself. If…when…he surrenders, he knows she’ll hate him for doing so once she learns his darkest secret.
He killed her father.
This story contains violent and sexual situations that might offend some readers. If you don’t enjoy dark romances, this might not be the book for you. However, if you enjoy a possessive Alpha mafia man torn between conscience and desire, prepare to meet “Patrick.”
SHANE: A Dark Mafia Romance
About this book
SHANE: A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE
As captain of an Irish mafia crew, Shane O’Mara has everything he wants. Money, women, and power. He can have anything, except the one woman with whom he’s obsessed. Mia Kasilli, daughter of a Russian kingpin, wants nothing to do with that lifestyle. When he can no longer be without her, he orchestrates a series of actions that leave her father in his debt and Mia in his power. He’s dark and dangerous, the embodiment of everything she doesn’t want in a man, so why does she crave him so much? She’ll fight him every step of the way, but how will she fight herself?
This story contains situations some readers might find objectionable. If a hot mafia man driven to any lengths to possess the woman he wants isn’t your thing, you probably wouldn’t enjoy this book. However, if you like a dark, Alpha, possessive man with a tender core deep down, who will do anything for the woman he loves, including kidnapping, going to war with rival mafia, protecting her from her enemies, and fighting through her resistance to change her perceptions, get ready to meet “Shane.”
Chapter One
Must see you now. Urg…
Mia Kasilli glanced at her phone when it chimed to let her know she had a new text message. Again from her father. She deleted it without even bothering to open it fully. He’d been texting and calling for several days. Didn’t seem to care whatsoever that she wanted nothing to do with him.
Maybe she should change her number, but why bother? He’d just find it again if she did. Her father had a number of dubious contacts living in his shadow world that could easily find a new number, so what was the point? He would eventually go away. Vadim Kasilli had no trouble forgetting he had a daughter most of the time, so whatever his purpose for trying to reach her, he’d surely give up soon.
Entering the restaurant where she worked the evening shift as a server, Mia left her things in the break room and donned an apron over her serviceable black dress. She took a moment to eye her appearance in the full-length mirror, wanting to give Mr. Lovelle no reason to complain. The job was hard work, but lucrative and helped fund her college courses.
She looked neat and pretty, as she was supposed to. Her dark hair was confined in a tight twist, and the subdued makeup she’d used only just enhanced her blue eyes and made her lips look a bit fuller without being pouty. The dress was modest and well-fitting, but not figure-hugging. No one could complain about the length ending
an inch below her knees. Her flats weren’t as sexy as some of the shoes the other waitresses wore, but she could still walk six blocks to her apartment each night after work without blisters or pain.
After straightening the ties on the white apron, she smoothed the wrinkles from the crisp accessory and left the break room. As soon as she entered the din of the kitchen to clock in, the atmosphere was chaotic, yet somehow soothing in its familiarity. They were busy tonight, and she started working from almost the second she timed in. Weekends were always crazy, but the tips were the best and provided easily forty-percent of her income from just Friday and Saturday nights.
Lovelle’s customers seemed to be more demanding than usual, so she was feeling frazzled by the time the shift ended at eleven. Without complaint, she worked alongside the other servers and bussers to clean the restaurant and leave it ready for Sunday’s brunch crowd. Mia was looking forward to sleeping in while all those customers came for their champagne, lobster tails, and lox.
Near midnight, she was back in the break room to remove the apron and toss it in the laundry cart as Jimmy did the same. She bit back a groan at the realization it was just the two of them in the small room. He was a sweet boy, but she had no interest in him. It didn’t matter they were practically the same age. Heck, he might even be older than her own twenty-one years, but he seemed so immature.
“Long night, huh?”
She nodded in agreement as she picked up her bag. “I’m glad it’s over, and I don’t work again until Tuesday night.”
His face fell. “Really? I have to work the next few days.” Looking nervous, he asked, “I was wondering if you—”
Before he could issue an invitation she wouldn’t accept and hurt his feelings, she deliberately knocked into a table while cursing her supposed clumsiness. After righting it, she sighed dramatically. “Well, good night, Jimmy.”
He looked disappointed, but had clearly abandoned the request—for now at least. “Hey, you need me to walk you home?”
She shook her head. “No, thanks.” Lifting her keychain, she showed him her pepper spray. “I’ve got it taken care of.”
He looked dubious, but didn’t push her. “Okay. Good night, Mia.”
With a casual wave in his direction, she left the break room, said goodbye to the two dishwashers standing at the back entrance polluting the area with the smoke from their cigarettes, and headed off in the direction of the tiny apartment she shared with three other girls. Fortunately, they’d all be out since it was Saturday, and she’d have the place to herself. Mia couldn’t wait to sink into the old-fashioned tub to wash off the stench of restaurant food—even upscale offerings clung to the pores after enough hours. She might pour a glass of red wine, cheap, but still relaxing, although she probably wouldn’t need the help getting to sleep.
It took her less than a block to realize someone was following her.
The furtive sound of footsteps made her tense, and she gripped her pepper spray tighter, ensuring the nozzle was facing outward. Mia increased her pace on the off chance she was simply going the same way as someone behind her, but her instincts screamed that wasn’t the case.
Deciding to be more safe than stupid, she increased her pace. When the footsteps behind her did too, she broke into a run. She was glad for her flats—that she wasn’t in the heels some of the waitresses wore—but wished for tennis shoes. She was in good shape and fast, but the shoes hampered her speed as she broke into a sprint.
The slam of hard soles against the pavement grew closer, and she whirled to face her attacker when he got close enough to be in range. She unleashed a spray right in the giant blond man’s eyes, making him scream and raise his hands.
Immediately, she turned to face the second one, who wasn’t quite the hulking behemoth as his comrade, but still a lot bigger than her own petite frame. The sight of the gun in his hand, as he brought it up to point at her, made her mouth go dry, and she made a show of dropping the pepper spray canister. That wasn’t going to do any good against a gun.
“What do you want?”
“Get up, Bruno.” The second man nudged the one she’d sprayed and had a thick accent she couldn’t quite place. Irish? Scottish?
With a snarl, the blond giant lurched to his feet, suit jacket straining across his broad chest as he reached out blindly in her direction. “I’m going to kill that bitch, Wallace.”
Mia was surprised when the gun moved briefly from her to Bruno.
“No, you’re not. The boss wants her unharmed.”
It was Mia’s turn to snarl. These men had to work for her father. It was a new low for him to send his thugs to fetch her, but she wasn’t surprised. He would never take time from his busy schedule of criminal activity to come himself. “What does he want?”
Wallace shrugged. “Not my problem, miss. There is a limousine at the end of the street. You will turn nicely and walk like a proper lady to the vehicle.”
She narrowed her eyes. “The boss wants me unharmed.”
He lifted a shoulder. “There are varying degrees of unharmed, miss. You will still be reasonably functional if Bruno has to carry you.” He gave her a chilling smile. “Considering the depth of his rage with you, I would think you should not want his hands on you in any capacity at the moment.”
She glanced at Bruno. No, she definitely didn’t. She turned away from the thugs, conscious of them walking a half-step behind her, the gun occasionally ghosting against her lower back and walked towards the car. She slid inside as the gunman opened the door for her. She couldn’t believe her father had stooped to this, and planned to let him know how unacceptable it was. Although she had to admit the idea of just coming face-to-face with him for the first time in two years was daunting. She wished it wasn’t at midnight after working a double and running through the streets.
The last time she’d seen her father she’d had the buffer of other attendees at her stepmother’s funeral to protect her from him. And her stepbrother. She shivered at the thought of Aldo Peretti. If he was at this meeting, she was going to give him the rest of the bottle of pepper spray and hope it blinded him for life.
Both goons slipped into the car with her. Feeling just a dash of compassion at the sight of Bruno’s red eyes, she handed him a bottle of water and a cloth napkin from the wet bar beside her. He grunted in acknowledgement.
She sat without speaking to either of them, though aware of the appreciative gleam in the dark-haired man’s eyes when he examined her shapely legs. Mia had to force herself not to curl them under her to try to hide.
The trip didn’t last long, and she was prepared to face her father when the car stopped and the nameless goon opened the door. Instead of his brownstone apartment, they had stopped in front of a palatial house. Casting a confused gaze around the property, she saw it was completely enclosed with high metal fencing topped with sharp spikes. “What’s going on?”
“The boss asked to see you.” Bruno had no accent.
“Where are we? This isn’t my father’s house.” Unless it was? Perhaps he had moved in the past two years.
Wallace frowned. “Your father? Who is your father?”
It was her turn to frown. “Vadim Kasilli.”
He shrugged. “Don’t know him.”
A frisson of apprehension raced down her spine. “You don’t work for my father?”
“No,” said Bruno.
She swallowed, regretting accompanying them. “Who is your boss then?”
“Shane O’Mara.”
The name was vaguely familiar, but she didn’t know why. “What does he want with me?”
Holding out his arm in a mockery of chivalry, Wallace grinned. “Why don’t we go find out, miss?”
She shrank away from him, intuition screaming at her to get away, but where could she go? The property was encircled with that fence, and it was probably electrified too. If the one goon had a gun, they almost certainly both did. The idea of willingly strolling into the manor was no better than trying t
o make a run for it though.
Bruno grasped her arm and dragged her out of the car towards Wallace. As they began walking she dug in her heels and tried to wrench away.
“Let go of me, you barbarian. I can walk.”
Wallace’s gun prodded her lower back. “Then do so, miss, before Mr. O’Mara grows too impatient.”
Wallace’s voice held a tint of fear at the name which fed her own. Mia forced her feet to move as she walked between the two thugs. The beauty of the marble steps and ornate ivory columns of Mr. O’Mara’s palatial home didn’t impress her. She was too busy fighting the dread coursing through her system.
The entryway and halls passed in a blur of elegant wallpaper and gleaming marble floors her flats tapped against briskly as the goons hurried her along. When they finally reached the end of a long hallway, her heart was racing from fear.
Wallace knocked on the door at the end of the hall. Mia clenched her hands into fists as Wallace opened the door, glaring at Bruno when he herded her inside roughly.
Mia refused to show her fear. She deliberately moved away from Bruno and took several steps into the room before she stopped walking. The hardwood floor under her feet formed a star-like pattern, and the black walls were striking. So were the black-and-white nude photographs on canvas adorning the walls that she made a great show of studying as if she were enjoying herself. Finally, she could find no further distraction from the man seated at the desk in the center of the room.
The man who’d sent for her sat back in a large black office chair, fingers steepled at his chin, studying her. He was a handsome devil, with thick black hair, a light tan, and green eyes the shade of sea foam. Those eyes regarded her intently, and she abruptly recognized him. He was an occasional visitor to Lovelle’s, always with a beautiful woman in tow. Usually tall, blonde, and leggy.
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