Loveshed: Married to the Mafia

by B. Love

  Loveshed

  Married to the Mafia

  B. Love

  #BTHEBEAST

  Copyright © 2020 by B. Love

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Contents

  Introduction

  Preface

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  After the funeral…

  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

  Chapter 24

  Before the storm…

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  The storm…

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  The beginning of the end…

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  One month later…

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Introduction

  Please READ before READING: This book is not the typical B. Love book. While it does have love and romance, that element is not the main focus of this book. Loveshed focuses on one major event that transforms the lives and hearts of a family. It shows how everyone adjusts to a very important family members death, so it showcases life and love before the funeral and after – that’s it.

  This is an urban novel, so it does have violence, vulgar language, and lots of sex.

  Preface

  Loveshed: Married to the Mafia – The Cast

  James Salzano – Co-Creator of the Salzano Black Mafia

  Trevor Bruce – Best friend of James and Co-Creator of the Salzano Black Mafia

  Estella Salzano – Wife of James, mother of James and Trevor’s children.

  Pamela Bruce – Wife of Trevor, mother of Trevor and James’ children.

  The Family:

  Cassius “Cash” Salzano – James and Estella’s son – Boss of the Bosses

  Diem Salzano – James and Estella’s daughter – Queen of the Bosses

  Chief Salzano – James and Pamela’s son – Boss of the workers and street team

  Eira Bruce – Trevor and Estella’s twin son – The Money Man

  Eiryx Bruce – Trevor and Estella’s twin daughter – The Lieutenant, Chief’s second in command

  Ai Bruce – Trevor and Pamela’s daughter – The future Lawyer, no attachment to the family’s illegal dealings

  Chapter 1

  Trevor had made himself comfortable, right in the center of Estella’s being. He was literally inside of her, but there was nothing sexual about this moment. His dick was flaccid, and her pussy was only wet enough to keep their union from being painful. More than anything – Trevor wanted to be one with Estella because deep down, they both knew this would be the only way that union would be possible.

  She was married to his best friend, and he was married to hers. For the past thirty or so years, they had tried their very hardest to deny the love they had for one another. Because, with their lifestyle, lust was acceptable. But love? Loving one another would be the ultimate betrayal for the other parties involved.

  As much as Estella wanted to be Trevor’s wife instead of James, she’d accepted their fate and the fact that this oneness would be the only one they would ever experience.

  Rubbing Trevor’s back, she all but whispered, “You can’t be strong for them if you ain’t strong within, Trevor. For once, you have to put yourself first, King.”

  Lifting his head, Trevor looked into her eyes in a way that made Estella smile. There was so much love there. For her. And while she wished that love was one they could share with the world, it had been their secret for quite some time. Even with them sharing children, they had never uttered those words.

  “I gotta put us first. Fuck you mean? I’m doing this for you, too, Estella.”

  For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes in silence. Really, there was no point in her responding. That was the truth – the plan that Trevor had in place had been in the works for the past year and a half. It would not only give him his freedom from the black mafia, but it would provide an opportunity for them to be together wholeheartedly.

  As much as Estella desired that reality, she was familiar enough with her husband, James, to know that he would never let that happen. His motto had always been – once you enter the Salzano family, there is no way out. You are married to the black mafia, and not even jail or death will separate us. That marriage was literal and figurative. She would never get out of their marriage, and Trevor would never get out of their business agreement.

  But… she couldn’t remind Trevor of that. Shit, she didn’t even want to face that truth herself. So instead of her saying anything, Estella lifted Trevor’s head by his chin and kissed his lips softly. Her lips curved into a smile as he began to grow inside of her. Their moment of mental and emotional intimacy was about to turn into a physical one, and Estella had absolutely no complaints about that.

  Trevor wrapped her legs tighter around him before taking her hands into his and lifting them over her head. Their lips never disconnected as he began to give her the deep and hard strokes that she liked. Her walls began to leak more, giving him room to enter her more. Slowly, her lips parted as she inhaled a deep breath. As she moaned his name softly, Trevor kissed from her wrinkled eyebrows to her closed eyes, cheeks, and nose.

  Biting back her smile, Estella arched her back at the feel of Trevor nibbling on her ear.

  That was her weakness.

  He knew that.

  His breathing was ragged against her ear, and it increased her desire for him more. Clawing at his back, Estella began to lift her hips and match his strokes.

  “I love you, Estella,” he confessed for the first time, and Estella’s movements stopped immediately, even though his didn’t. “You’ve always been my always.”

  Turning her head to the side, Estella met his eyes. Seeing the gloss in Trevor’s eyes made Estella’s water. He continued to stroke her, slower now.

  “I… I love you too, Trevor. Why…”

  Trevor lowered his lips to hers and silenced her with a kiss. And there was something about the tenderness of his strokes, passion in his kiss, and wateriness of his eyes that made her tears fall. Squeezing her eyes shut, Estella moaned his name as her walls began to clutch him. But before they could succumb to the pleasure building between them, they were startled by the sound of the door bursting open.

  Trevor’s movements stopped immediately as he put his pointer finger to his lips, signaling for Estella to be quiet. She nodded, unsure of who could be at the hideaway spot that only the mafia knew about. He removed himself from her and the bed. Hopping into his boxers, he nodded his head towards the monitor on the nightstand. Estella was so alarmed she’d forgotten it was even there. Admittedly, she wasn’t the calmest person during a crisis. She was more of a… react first and figure sh
it out later type.

  Unfortunately, James was the same way too. Because of it, the children they shared had a bad ass habit of being reckless just like their damn parents. They approached it differently, though. Cassius, the oldest, was very logical in the beginning. He would consider all possible outcomes. No matter good or bad, if he got mad, he would act. In fact, through his calmness, Cassius was always the first to react. Diem was the firecracker who only thought about her actions afterwards. The combination was deadly for their enemies… and that was a great deal of why the South knew they were not to be fucked with.

  Trevor got so close their noses touched as he whispered, “Take the monitor and your phone. Go to the spot. I don’t care what you see or hear, call for help, and do not come out until help arrives.”

  “Trevor, let me…”

  “No, Estella. Go, and let me handle this.”

  He placed a quick kiss to her lips before leaning down and grabbing his gun from underneath the bed. With the sheet wrapped around her body, Estella headed for the door that led to their escape room underground. Every closet in the house led to the escape room, but there was only one way to get out of it once you were inside. The doors would lock, and metal bars would close down – ensuring that no one who followed them would be able to get inside.

  In the center of the steel room, there was a bar covered door that led outside into the backyard, but the bars only opened and gave access to the doorknob if you entered the correct code and passed the facial recognition test.

  Estella quietly closed the closet door behind her, then pushed the clothes back to get to the door. She put in the code and opened the door, stepping in quickly as not to get caught under the bars when they shut down. Her phone trembled in her right hand as she held the monitor with the left. Almost tumbling down the stairs because of her lack of attention, Estella watched carefully as Trevor scoped out each room that led to the living room. When he made it, the door had indeed been barged through, but there was no one else in the living room.

  He walked over to the door, but instead of going out to see if someone was outside, he turned back around. The moment he did, Estella covered her mouth as her eyes watered. The man, who had to be taller than 6’5, had a gun to the back of Trevor’s head. She couldn’t hear what he said as his lips moved, but she assumed he told Trevor to drop his gun because his hand released it.

  “Trevor,” she whispered, voice shaky as she battled between staying put in the hall of the escape room or going to help him.

  The answer was made for her when she saw three men walk over to the taller man. Trevor’s hands lifted in surrender, but he did something Estella didn’t see coming, he used his hand to wave goodbye to her in the camera before trying to grab the gun unsuccessfully.

  Each man fired his gun, and Trevor’s body dropped fluidly. A brittle yell escaped her lips, and had the escape room not been soundproof, Estella was sure the men would have heard her and tried to find her next. Yelling Trevor’s name did nothing to heal him. His body remained motionless on the ground as blood began to pour from the holes the bullets had created within him.

  The taller man turned Trevor over onto his back, and his shoulders stiffened before they slumped. Almost as if he wasn’t expecting to see who he saw.

  Had this hit been for James?

  That made the most sense.

  Out of the two, James was the infamous leader who made an enemy out of everyone who didn’t give him what he wanted.

  Trevor was the calm and peace between the two. The love. No one crossed or tried Trevor. Shit, even their enemies respected and preferred him.

  Besides, no one would have expected Trevor to be at the hideaway spot with Estella.

  No.

  This hit had to be for James.

  Falling to her knees, Estella’s body heated and rocked as she dialed James’ number. She wouldn’t dare call the police. People like them never called the police. Estella watched the monitor closely, waiting for the men to leave. As soon as they did, she put the code in the door, rounded the back of the house, and headed for the living room. For Trevor. She hadn’t even realized James didn’t answer the phone until his voicemail beeped.

  “Fuck,” she roared, ending the call and dialing his number all over again. But the moment she saw Trevor, the phone dropped from her hand. Estella ran over to him and dropped to her knees. His eyes remained closed as she pulled his head into her lap. “Trevor?” she called softly, placing the pad of her fingers to his neck. “Baby.” His pulse, though there, was really, really faint. There was no way in hell their medical team would be able to get here in time enough to save him.

  “Trevor! I need you to hold on for me, okay?” Estella patted his face softly as her tears began to drop onto it. “Trevor… Trevor!”

  James

  It took James three minutes to get to the hideaway spot with his medical team. The second time Estella called, he heard her yelling for Trevor in the background. Thinking quickly, he tracked her phone, and knew exactly where she was.

  When James arrived, Estella was still on the floor. Holding Trevor’s head in her lap. Rocking back and forth as she stared into the distance. Tears were steadily pouring from her eyes. She was so detached that she didn’t even see or hear James and their team until they tried to remove Trevor from her arms. Once they did, James picked his wife up and carried her to the master bedroom.

  Ignoring the messy, soiled sheets, James sat her on the edge of the bed before returning to the living room. He looked from one doctor and nurse to the other before staring down at Trevor. At his best friend. His business partner. His fucking brother. Having the same blood running through their veins couldn’t have made them any closer than they already were. Truth – their relationship was odd to the outside world, but it worked for them. For them all.

  And the thought of not having Trevor in his life quickly became too much for James to handle.

  “We can’t have the police here. Drop him off at the hospital,” James ordered, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

  “Yes, sir,” Paris, the head nurse agreed.

  James turned his back to them as she pulled the black body bag from her bag. He sent out a mass text to the family, telling them to meet him at his and Estella’s home ASAP. With his back still turned, James tried to figure out how in the fuck he was going to tell them Trevor was gone. Of the two, James was the one everyone was sure would die first. Hell, he was still surprised every day of his life that he woke up alive. Every enemy the family had was because of him and their success and influence in the drug world.

  But Trevor?

  Nah.

  No one fucked with Trevor.

  This was for him.

  He knew it.

  Shit, they’d probably followed his wife thinking she’d be at the hideaway spot with her husband. Who would have thought the man making love to her would be James’ best friend? But James wasn’t surprised. He’d known the connection and chemistry they shared ever since they first met. Honestly, he shared the same chemistry with Pamela. Life and love was funny in that way, though. James had met Estella at the club first, and Trevor had met Pamela first. They found out that the women and men were friends.

  Back in those days, it was nothing to hear of swinging and switching partners. So while they remained with the person they originally met, they had sex with each other’s partners as well. Trevor and James had even had a threesome with Pamela one drunken night. There was only one rule – love and marry the person you’re with. Out of loyalty, they all upheld that rule – whether Trevor and Estella wanted to or not. At one point, James did a stint in prison, and he was sure he would get out and hear news that his wife wanted to leave him for his best friend.

  But for the entire ten years that James was gone, Trevor maintained his role in the business, Estella, and his children’s lives. He stepped up in James’ absence, and if James were to be honest, it was because of that period that his children had a deeper connection with Trev
or than him. Even after he was released, his relationship with Estella, Cassius, and Diem was never the same. Trevor stood down and let James take the lead again… but the damage had already been done.

  Still, their friendship or business never suffered. Because Trevor was a standup guy. He was a father to James’ children and an ear to his wife while still being loyal to James without asking for anything in return.

  And now… he was gone.

  The sound of the bag zipping pulled James out of his trance. He turned and held his hand out. Paris stopped zipping the bag as James lowered to his knees. Swallowing hard, he inhaled a deep breath. Looking Trevor over one final time, he placed a kiss to his forehead before standing abruptly and almost running to the bathroom.

  But it didn’t matter, because as much as he didn’t want anyone to see his weakest moment… there was no doubt in his mind that they heard his sobs.

  Chapter 2

  All Cassius needed was one night with Treasure in his bed, and he would fuck her life up. Period. And it was for that very reason that his best friend, Kameron, did whatever he could to keep Cassius away from his sister. It didn’t matter how much Cassius desired Treasure and made it clear that he would do right by her, Kameron wanted him to keep his distance. While Kameron would never say that Cassius was a bad guy, he would definitely say that Cassius was bad at love – mainly because he didn’t value it as much as he should.