Owned by the Mafia Bad Boy (Books 1 - 4)

by Raven Dark

  “Shut up.” He shoved the gag into my mouth. “Loyalty to me is essential, Anika. For everyone’s safety. The lesson’s over when I say it’s over.” He spun on his heel and lifted the remote, flicking it on.

  Pleasure rocked through me, fueling my anger. I let out a long howl, easily muffled by the gag, and he turned back to me. Twisted each of the clamps tighter until I almost screamed. Oh, how I hated him. I squirmed once more, trying to escape the waves of pleasure cascading from my clit to every other nerve in my body, which only jostled the clamps and made them hurt more.

  Fuck, I’d never violate any of his rules again, if only it meant that the pain would stop. My eyes watered, hot tears scalding my cheeks.

  After what felt like an eternity, the pain did stop. Off went the vibrator. As the pain ebbed, I slumped in my binds once more, huffing hard. Head drooped, sweat dripping down my face, between my breasts. Kane tilted my chin up, looking in my eyes. I hated that he saw my tears, the way I shook with need for him.

  “We’re getting closer. Closer to you understanding your place.” He pulled the gag out and smoothed my hair back almost lovingly. “Why are you being punished, Anika?”

  Clarity burned hot through the haze of my pain. “Because I dug into your business, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” But he pushed the gag back in, ignoring my helpless cry, then stepped back. “Almost done. And when we’re done, you know what you’re going to do. What you always do after I punish you.”

  Oh, yeah, I knew. Need coiled tight in me, intensifying the ache already throbbing between my legs. As a final act of submission, he’d make me suck him off, and then fuck me. I’d let him, and in doing so, I’d let him know I accepted and enjoyed my punishment like a good slave.

  Flick, on went the vibrator. Pleasure and pain tore through me, wiping away all other thoughts. My nipples became burning hot points of agony, my clit a bundle of oversensitive nerves.

  The vibrator buzzed, and I thrashed and wailed.

  I lost track of how many times he hurt me, how many times he made me take the vibrator’s wicked pulse. When pain and pleasure became so intense I could barely tell up from down, Kane unshackled me, carrying me to his bed. Then he pushed me to my knees and took my mouth, making me suck him long and hard while he gripped my hair and cursed his pleasure.

  Part of me loved his aggression, his almost malicious possession, the cold way he fucked my mouth, but he didn’t intend to please me. It wasn’t even about pleasing himself. It was about teaching me who was boss, who owned me.

  An instant before he came in my mouth, he threw me on the bed and shackled me there. He roped the chains he’d used to hang from the ceiling around the cut out holes in the headboard, and bound my wrists, the long slack of the chains letting him pull me almost half way down the bed, where he could do what he wanted with me.

  On my back, I stared up at him, while he stood like a conqueror before me, stroking that incredible cock of his. God, he looked so thick, so huge. There was nothing I could say that fit the situation. I wouldn’t admit submission outright unless he ordered me to, but no way would I challenge him, especially not when he looked like that. When I knew what he could do to me if he chose.

  “What lesson have you learned today, Anika?” Cold, utterly ruthless.

  “Not to pry into your life. Sir.”

  He said nothing, only grabbed my ankle and spun me onto my stomach. His favorite way to take me, and in that moment, with the way he did it, I got the message. This was also my place, chained to his bed and helpless, ass bared for his taking. I was his woman, his property, to be fucked how and when he pleased. I hated the ease with which he cut me from his personal life, but somehow my hatred made me want him more.

  “There are rules.” Kane said, getting between my legs and spreading them, pushing me up onto my knees. I realized I’d let him maneuver me into position only after his cock stroked my soaked pussy. “I put the rules in place to protect us all. When the time is right, you’ll be told the whole story. Not before.”

  His words confused me. It felt like there were three of us in this relationship, him, myself, and Gala, but there was something in his words that didn’t sound right. He didn’t sound like some almost Mafia lord putting a mistress in her place. What he sounded like I didn’t know, but it pissed me off how easily he made me want to accept what he said. There was more going on here than what I thought, and I needed to wait patiently to find out what it was.

  “I set rules to be obeyed, Anika, and you will obey them.” On the last word, Kane thrust into my ass, hammering so hard his hips slapped mine, and pleasure-pain ripped through me. I whimpered and gripped the pillows. “Do you understand me?”

  I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth under the onslaught as he delivered another punishing thrust. This wasn’t sex. He was disciplining me, his thrusts the thwack of a freshly cut switch across my ass. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, but it wasn’t a cakewalk either. Every stroke of his huge cock stretched me beyond measure, sending flares of pain across every nerve in my ass, so that I winced. It hurt, but I needed it.

  When I didn’t answer, he thrust again. “Do you understand me?”

  “Ah. Christ, yes. I understand.”

  His fist seized my hair and he pulled hard, almost too hard. The ownership in his grip made my nipples harden even with the ache in them from the clamps. “Ow, Kane, shit.” The pain tweaked my clit, making me clench around him, adding to the sensations tearing through me.

  He rumbled in pleasure and cupped my jaw, pulling it up in a hold designed for control. Two of his fingers slipped into my mouth and I sucked them the way I knew he liked while he pounded my ass hard and fast. I gripped the pillows and thrashed into him, pleasure taking me higher, spiraling out of control. Some stubborn part of me that wanted to hold on to a semblance of control tried to push down my orgasm, but Kane wouldn’t have it. He fucked me faster, shoving me to the edge.

  I wailed, almost coming, and then he yanked me back, the instant before I found release.

  “No. Don’t you dare come.” He swatted my ass, just enough to send the reddened cheek flaring. The pain drove the orgasm back. “You don’t violate my rules and get to come.”

  The helplessness of it almost dragged me over the edge. Kane must have been aware of it, because he shoved my face down so my cheek was in the pillow, his fingers bruised my hips, and his pace turned savage. Release clawed at me, and he reached around, pinching my over sensitive clit, holding off my pleasure with expert skill.

  “Ah. Fuck, see what you do to me?” The bed thumped the wall and the chains on my wrists rattled. He slammed home a few more times, pulled out and came hard on my back. Warmth squirted over my skin, running down my sides.

  I slumped against the bed, sweating, huffing, almost sobbing, though I don’t know if I was crying because I’d let him own me, or because of the humiliation of wanting it.

  Quickly, Kane uncuffed me, cleaned me off, and then rolled me into his arms. I was too tired, too spent to fight him, not that he would have let me go. Mister No Mornings After who didn’t cuddle, but he still insisted on his damned aftercare, refusing to let me just slink off away from him. Fucker. He closed his arms around me, smoothed my hair, and kissed my cheek.

  “I wish I could tell you everything, angel.”

  “You can. I can handle it.” I looked up at him, hoping, hating that I hoped. I wanted so badly to believe him, to believe I was the only woman he did this with. I wanted it so badly, the longing for him to be the good man I’d fallen for, for him to finally let me in, created a physical pain inside my chest.

  He let out a sigh through his nose and held me close. “We’ll see. We will see.”

  Except, as I drifted off to sleep for a few hours before we visited my father, I had the oddest feeling he wasn’t talking about Gala just then.

  About a half hour after Anika fell asleep in my arms, I rolled over, looking at the clock. Almost four. The late afternoon sun spilled through th
e window and across the floor. I wished the rest of the world would just disappear so that only Anika and I remained, so that I could spend my life with her wrapped in my arms. There would be no Dominic, none of the other monsters in my life who made giving her everything she deserved so dangerous.

  Damn it, I wouldn’t feel bad about punishing her, not when she’d put everyone involved in so much danger. She needed to learn, and this was the only way I could teach her without losing my edge.

  I’d been hoping I could somehow get my computers back from Dominic without having to pay his blackmail money, or kill his men, thus inciting a war with a Don. The last thing I wanted to do was put Anika or her father in further danger. Except a message appeared on my phone from Manny, letting me know I was running out of time to get out of this.

  I stared at the screen in disbelief.

  Cooking dinner for my boys at The Parthenon. Be there at nine with the money or we double the amount. Girls will be there at ten. We’ll even save you a plate.

  I sat up. “What the hell?”

  There was a certain sick amusement in this, I suppose. All in the same breath, Manny was telling me to bring money I didn’t owe, or I’d be further extorted, but then expecting me to sit and watch strippers and eat his food like we were best pals? He was as demented as Dominic, and with the arrogance to prove it.

  Forcing myself to slip out from underneath my woman with care, unwilling to disturb her, I threw on my clothes. “Fucking piece of shit Don and his flesh peddler.”

  I give it a week after I paid Dominic before he found some other way to drain mine or my father’s business to finance some new scamming enterprise. I was about to call Dominic and take a strip off him when I had a better idea. Instead, I called an associate, one I knew had what I needed to get out of this.

  “Kane, is that you?” his gravely voice grated through the phone.

  “It is. Listen, I need a favor.” I was careful not to say his name, as per the rules he set when calling him for a job done.

  “Meet me in five. You know where.”

  I hung up and took my Glock from the night table drawer. Then I called David and, in two minutes, headed down to the car. I filled him in on the plan. “Did you have any luck finding out who the agent is?”

  He handed me his tablet. A list of three agents glowed on the screen.

  “Smith, Greggor, and Haddler. I reached out to my old contacts in the FBI. Those three agents have had the most recent contact with the Dons or their crews. Odds are, one of them will be showing up at that summit.”

  I smiled to myself. This was one of those unlikely moments when David’s background in the FBI paid off in a big way. “Excellent. Do you know where each of them are?”

  “Two are on assignment. One is retired. I’ll find them, sir.”

  “Good. We need to find the right one and get him to talk before that damn summit on Friday.”

  “It’ll be done, sir.” David opened the car door, I got in, and he got the car moving.

  Minutes later, we pulled up at a secluded lot under an abandoned factory not far from the Parthenon where I was supposed to meet Manny.

  A second car pulled up beside us, a simple black sedan with tinted windows, the front passenger window rolled down. The driver had parked in a spot where the light bulb had been smashed, casting the driver in shadow. He’d smashed it the last time we’d met. A wide brimmed hat reduced a male profile to a pointed nose and a jutting chin. Leather gloves gripped a steering wheel.

  I got out and made my way toward him, but he put one hand up as soon as I was close enough to have a conversation at normal volume, and not a step closer. I stopped.

  “What’s the job?” His voice vibrated, obviously disguised so it sounded almost demonic.

  I laid out the details of the job. Who the target was, the method of “disposal” as he usually put it, and the deadline.

  “There’s two targets, and they’re…” He let out a whistle. “If they are who you say they are, that’s gonna cost you.”

  “Don’t worry about the cash. You’ll get it. I won’t be extorted.”

  “Don’t blame you. My usual price. Half up front, the other half when it’s done.”

  When it’s done. The words sent a horrific visual through my head of what things this man could do to a human body for the right price. There was a reason he’d obtained the name “The Inferno.” He liked fire, preferably the kind that burned hot and long, and smelled of death.

  I shuddered, but shut the horror down. This had to be done, and if my father had his way, it would be nothing compared to the things I’d have to do once I became the head of the Rossi family. Fuck, I hated what I was.

  “Done. It needs to happen before the girls arrive at ten. I need you to make it look like an accident. They’ll figure it out, but I need as much time as you can manage.”

  “I’ll take care of it.”

  “Good.”

  “I’ll text you when it’s done. Don’t contact me again until the heat dies down.”

  “Heat? Did you really just say that?”

  He snorted. Then he pulled out of the lot and spun his car around, driving off before I could say more.

  Four hours later, closing on eight-thirty, David stopped the car in an alley across from the Parthenon. The club rose toward the darkening sky, two floors of grey stone, and music pounded from inside the walls. Manny’s car and another high-end vehicle were parked in the lot. Good. The parking lot was almost empty.

  Every week on Tuesday nights, Manny and four of his closest crew members bought the club out, bringing in strippers and liquor, all on the Mafia payroll, ensuring the only people in there would be Dominic’s slave traders. Again, if things went according to plan, that dance club wouldn’t be there a half hour from now.

  We waited, parked back far enough that no one would see us unless they were practically on top of us. Minutes ticked by in silence only broken by the music, muted by the walls of the club.

  One of Manny’s men stumbled out of the club and bent over near the wall. Manny followed, patting him on the back and laughing.

  I leaned forward in my seat. “Let’s hope they go back inside.”

  A solid rock beside me, David nodded. “They will, Mr. Davros.” When I looked at him, he nodded toward the club. “You’ve seen the women these men bring in. They wouldn’t walk away from a chance with them.”

  The men staggered back inside.

  Before I could say anything, a resounding boom shattered the night, like the angry scream of God. At the same instant, the entire building went up in a mushroom cloud of brilliant orange flames and black smoke. Debris flew in every direction, and the shell of the building blazed. I turned my head away, eyes closed again, but the fire left an unmistakable flash of fierce light behind my lids.

  “There were five men in there, David.”

  He said nothing, but the silence radiated with regret. He started the limo, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low. “For the greater good, sir. Go back to your woman. When we remember what it is we protect, it’s easier to do what we do.”

  I nodded, taking solace in his words. He was right. Yes, taking out those men was about preserving my father’s, and by extension, my reputation. But only by maintaining that iron hard reputation could I protect Anika and her father from those who would hurt them to get to me.

  We drove away, back toward the hotel. Behind us, the dance club burned slowly into the night.

  We weren’t even at the hotel yet when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out. Across the screen flashed the message from The Inferno.

  It’s done.

  I let out a silent breath, but my fists tightened as if in preparation for an unseen fight. If The Inferno had done his job, the authorities would believe the Parthenon had a gas leak, so no one would be able to trace the explosion back to me. He’d have put things in place to make sure Dominic thought it was one of his rivals who’d killed his men. A well placed gun that led back to a cer
tain gang, or identification “dropped” at the scene that looked like it belonged to an enemy of the Gavinis. I’d bought myself time, but eventually Dominic would dig deep enough and he’d figure it out. And once he did, there would be no way to stop the blood bath.

  Protection for Anika roared through me even as I let myself into the hotel and joined her in a steaming hot shower. I kissed her long and hard, not giving her a chance to ask where I was. She melted into me, pulling me into the hot spray, and I lost myself in her perfection.

  The only hope I had was that I could protect her and her father from the backlash of Dominic’s rage when he uncovered the truth.

  David pulled up to the hospital just before nine. Normally visiting hours would be over soon, but the rule didn’t seem to apply to Kane, or anyone with him. For once, I was grateful for his wealth and influence.

  Kane left me to go up to my dad’s floor alone, telling me he’d join me shortly, after he made a stop somewhere. I bought a coffee from the shop across the street from the hospital. Mount Sinai’s coffee tasted like burned tar, so I brought my dad his favorite, a double shot of espresso.

  The elevator let me off on the correct floor, and I followed the usual signs to my dad’s room. The room stood at the end of the long corridor in the specialized wing reserved for celebrities, and in this case, people with the eccentric amount of money that afforded them isolated care. Kane had bought him the room, telling me it was so that staff who knew me wouldn’t ask questions as to my dad’s staying there. Questions that might force me to tell them about my father’s debt to the Gavinis. But I still wondered if it was just another way to flaunt his wealth on a man like my father, a farmer who had to scrape by to make ends meet.

  Not for the first time, the words my dad had spoken the day I’d taken Kane’s deal reverberated in my head. She’s not my daughter. That’s what he’d said to the two debt collectors Gavini had sent after us. I gripped my purse strap on my shoulder, wishing I the words didn’t leave me so off balance. I still hadn’t told Kane. I wasn’t sure I knew how to tell him. With everything that had gone on since then, I hadn’t had a lot of time to ask my dad about what he’d said, but since that day, so many things that had never made sense started to make more sense to me now.