by Melony Ann
The Reluctant Mafia King
Copyright
First Edition, February 2020
Copyright © 2020 by Melony Ann
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced nor used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Opening Quote
How dare you say that my behavior’s unacceptable? So condescending, unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step 'cause if I do, you'll need a miracle. You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here. This double vision I was seeing is finally clear. You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone. Not fit to fuckin' tread the ground that I'm walking on.
Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5
Chapter One - Ryan
I look up at the slightly drunk woman above me. Her shoulder-length dark hair is mussed, and her cocoa-colored eyes are half-lidded and filled with lust. She licks her plump red lips seductively, and my eyes automatically follow the motion of her tongue.
“Oh, yes!” she breathes out on a soft moan as she slides herself up and down my cock. Her tits, though not that big, bounce and watching them makes me arch and thrust hard into her as I grip her hips and slam her down on my dick over and over again.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I throw my head back as she starts twisting her hips and doing something with my dick that makes me want to come immediately. I slap her ass as she rides me, and her pussy clenches. I moan.
“Oh, God… Ryan… Oh!” I watch as she starts rubbing her own tits. I bite my lip as I pull her down. I want those hard peaks in my mouth. I run my teeth along one as I twist and tug the other. “Yes!” She tugs my hair as she keeps slamming herself down on me. I feel her tighten, and I groan.
“Fuck, don’t you dare come yet.” I slap her ass again as I sit up, pushing her up with me. Without pulling out, I swing my legs off the bed and stand with her wrapped around me. Her eyes widen when her back hits the wall near my bed.
“Oh, yes. Yes!” Her nails scratch across my shoulders. I relish the sting as I hold her against the wall and pound her tight pussy. “Ryan, I’m… gonna…” I slam harder into her. “Oh!” She uses her legs for leverage and meets every deep, hard, fast thrust I give her. Her nails dig into me as she throws her head back. I feel her clench and tighten around my length again. I slap her ass hard. “Fuck!”
“I said don’t come.”
“Ryan! Oh… yes… Yes! Yes!” Her voice. I hate her voice. It’s high-pitched and whiny. I don’t like her hair. I don’t like her body. She’s pretty and looks slightly angelic with a little bit of a demonic side, but she’s not who I usually go for. I go for women with long hair who know exactly what I want from them. I like my women with curves, not stick-thin like this one. I love the women I fuck to have bigger tits. Tits I can bury my face in.
Unfortunately for me, my options at the Paradise Club tonight were very, very limited. No one caught my attention. Though, I seemed to attract every girl in the damn club. The only reason I brought Miss Insatiable Sex Drive home with me tonight is because I need the release. I always need the release after a job.
“Mmm… fuck!” I slam into her a few more times. She clenches hard around my dick. “Come. Now,” I command. I pin her against the wall. She clenches around me, and her pussy starts pulsing tight. It’s like she’s grabbing my cock and sucking it into her. I come hard as she screams.
“Ryan! Fuck!” Her nails dig into my back, and she bites my shoulder as she thrusts herself over me while she comes. Even through the condom, I can feel her dripping down my cock. I finish coming and quickly pull out even though she’s still clenching hard around me. She whimpers and bites her lip as I let her down.
I walk into the bathroom, leaving the door open to keep an eye on her. I take the condom off and wrap it in toilet paper. Coming from a rich and influential family, I’ve learned I can never be too cautious. I know how certain women can be. All they see when they look at me are dollar signs, a big dick, and a nice body. The easiest way to trap a man like me is to get pregnant. That’s why my condoms never leave my possession while a woman is here. I won’t even throw them in the garbage in my private bathroom until the girl of the night is gone.
I watch her as she pants and catches her breath. I finish cleaning up and make my way back into my bedroom stopping at my walk-in closet to grab a pair of underwear from my dresser. I put them on, keeping my condom in my hand.
She bites her lip and walks towards me, sashaying her hips in what I assume is supposed to be something sexy to turn me on again. She leans against the closet door and lightly runs her hand over her chest as she squeezes her legs together.
“You sure you don’t want to go one more round?” She shoots me a soft smile and licks her lip as she watches me pull up my black boxer briefs. I don’t give her the satisfaction of even a smile as I slide a pair of grey sweats over my hips. I don’t look her up and down. I’m done with her. I got what I wanted.
“I think three times is enough for me tonight, honey. Time for you to go. I have a busy day.” I’ve never been disrespectful to a woman, but I’ve also never let one stay for longer than I need her to. My reputation precedes me. Most women know what I want, and they still fall into bed with me anyway. No doubt to be the one that makes me fall in love, but no fucking way that’s ever happening. I see my brother, Nick, and his girl. I don’t want what he calls love. Arguing and making up only to be miserable again and tell everyone it’s all good. Fuck. That.
She pouts and lets her eyes wander over my body. Standing at almost six feet five and having a body chiselled to perfection isn’t an easy task. I train every day and spend my fair share of time in the gym. But even I know that all of the work I put into myself makes me drool worthy and irresistible to most women. Being a twenty-year-old college student and heir to one of the richest and most powerful and dangerous mafias in the world has given me a confidence that many men only dream of. I’ll be the first to admit that I take complete advantage of all the world has to offer me. Including the women falling at my feet on a nightly basis.
“Are you sure? You seemed all tense earlier. I’m happy to…” Her eyes drop to my dick, and she licks her lips. A cocky smile crosses my lips. “I’m happy to help you with that.”
I slowly walk to her, not taking my eyes off the tongue that keeps darting out to lick her lips. I lean down like I’m going in for a kiss. She closes her eyes. I run my fingertips slowly down her ribs. She shivers and inhales sharply as she closes her eyes. I give her ass a squeeze. She jerks into me.
I smirk as I lean down so my lips brush across hers. “I said…” I swat her ass. She squeaks as her body hits my chest. “You need to go. I have an early class. Get dressed. I’ll walk you out.”
She bites her lip and huffs as she turns. She swipes her panties off the floor and angrily puts them on. She glares over her shoulder as she reaches for her bra. “Are you going to make me walk? I didn’t drive here. Remember?”
I laugh. “I’m not that much of an asshole. I’ll have someone drive you.”
I walk into the bathroom and t
hrow my toilet paper wrapped condom in the wastebasket and wait for her to finish dressing. When she’s finally ready, I guide her out of my room and down the hall of the massive mansion that we call our family home. As I walk past my brother’s room, the door swings open. I nearly collide with the pretty blonde storming out of his room. I raise an eyebrow as he trails behind her in nothing but his underwear.
“Care to take her down for me?” Jason asks. “I don’t think she likes me much anymore.”
She glares at him. I laugh. “You will be telling me what happened.”
“Sure. Tomorrow.” Jason winks. “Don’t wake mom and dad. You know how pissy they get. Especially at…” He looks at his watch. “Three in the morning.”
I groan. “Fuck. I have class at eight.” I quickly usher the girls down the stairs. When we pass the living room, I see a shadow figure sitting in the dark on the hearth by the fireplace. A fireplace is absolutely mandatory in Manhattan, where we call home. Winter can be a bitch when it comes to the cold. That fireplace has saved us all from frostbite on numerous different occasions. Thank God it’s summer, though, because the two women I’m trying to load into the cars aren’t making it easy.
“Are all of you Crane men dickheads, or is it just you and your brother?” the blonde asks.
I laugh as I lean into the car. “Probably just us.” I wink as I close the door on her and walk back into the house without so much as a glance over my shoulder.
Once inside, I head straight for the living room and plop down in a chair near my other brother. “Nick.”
“Ryan.” He offers nothing more than the soft and slightly haunting utterance of my name.
“Does this have to do with Bitch-lope?” I ask.
He sighs. “You know her name is Penelope. Your stupid nickname for her is pissing me off.”
I shrug. “If she’d stop acting like a bitch, I wouldn’t call her one.” I glance at the stairs as Jason walks down. At least he had the decency to put a pair of gym shorts on. He walks into the room and sits across from me.
“What’s the deal? Penelo-slut do something to piss you off again?” I can hear the smirk in his voice. I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
Nick stands. “I don’t know what unfortunate thing I did in my past life to deserve the two of you as brothers, but I’ll gladly apologize for it every fucking day if it means you two disappear. I hate you. Both of you.”
I laugh. “Oh come on. You know we love you.”
Jason grabs Nick’s arm and pulls him back down. “Spill. You’ll feel better. What happened?”
We all give each other shit, but when it comes to family, we’re always here for each other. No matter what.
Next to each other, we make a handsome set of brothers. We’re all tall and muscular. We all have dark hair and chiselled features. Women fall at our feet. We’re also all very intimidating. Most people don’t fuck with us because they know who we are, but also because we don’t look like type of guys who take shit from anyone.
Nick sighs as he sits and puts his head in his hands. “Sometimes I question what the hell I’m doing with a woman like her. I’m a kid from the wrong side of the tracks who lost his parents to some suspicious as fuck circumstances. I’m not this rich trust fund kid from a powerful family. I’m really a poor kid from the hood.”
I shake my head. He gets like this after every fight he has with her. I don’t really take too well to people fucking with my family. “Nick, you know better.”
“Dude, she’s playing you. She’s using you. You know it. I know it. Ryan knows it. We all know it.”
Nick shakes his head. “You guys don’t know her like I do. She’s had it rough. Sometimes she gets overwhelmed and lashes out.”
“That’s your romantic side talking.” I stand and pat him on the shoulder. “You’ll come to your senses one day. I hope it isn’t too late.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ryan,” Nick growls. “Just because you and Jason fuck any female that walks don’t mean you know shit about what it’s like to be in love.”
I turn back to him. “You’re right. I don’t know shit about what it’s like to be in love. Because I’m smart enough not to fucking do it. When you’re a man in a position of power like the three of us are and have so much money we don’t know what to do with all of it, people will take advantage. That’s what she’s doing. You better wake up, Nick. She’s after your trust fund.” I turn back to the stairs and start climbing them to my room.
“Asshole,” Nick mutters under his breath.
“He’s right, Nick,” Jason says.
“Neither of you know anything about this. You don’t know her.”
“It’s easier being on the outside looking in. There’s signs.” Jason starts following me up the stairs, and I slow down a little so he can catch up. We walk towards our rooms. He turns to me when we reach his door. “Do you think he’ll see it before she completely ruins him?”
I sigh and look up at the ceiling. “I honestly don’t know. But we’ll be here to pick up the pieces.” Jason nods as he steps into his room and closes the door. I walk to my room and close myself in. I collapse on my bed with a satisfied and exhausted groan.
Seconds later, I’m passed out dreaming of where I can take the Crane Mafia when I take control. No more late-night missions that involve me killing the members of other smaller gangs running drug deals in my family’s territory. It’s not like I have a problem taking out the bad guys. I have a problem taking the drugs and redistributing it to my own guys to sell. My operation will be legit. The largest legit mafia this world has ever seen.
Chapter Two - Jason
I lean against the door to Ryan’s room and groan. I need to stop drinking. Waking up with a pounding head and nauseated stomach is getting old.
I take a deep breath to choke down the rising bile and raise my fist to knock on my brother’s door. He opens it before I get the chance. I immediately decide I hate him. I don’t understand how he can get the same amount of sleep as me, drink the same amount as me, and wake up bright-eyed and fucking bushy-tailed.
I glare. “Don’t you look like the picture of the perfect college student today.”
Ryan has the balls to laugh, and I glare harder. “Not my fault you can’t hold your liquor.”
“Fuck… You…” I turn and head for the stairs, nearly throwing up on the way. Ryan follows, laughing. My mother is an awesome cook, but the smell of bacon wafting through the house right now makes me want to puke.
When we turn the corner for the dining room, Nick is sitting at the table grinning from ear to ear. I inwardly groan when I see Penelope.
Ryan, being as in your face as he is, doesn’t hold back. “You still haven’t found anyone you’d rather torture more than my brother?”
Penelope shoots Ryan a death glare. “Why do you hate me?”
Ryan sits and gives her a mock sweet smile. I bite my lip to keep from laughing as I sit next to him. “Hate you? I don’t hate you. I despise you because I know your game. You want Nick’s inheritance. Not him. All you see is dollar signs, sweetheart.”
“Ryan,” Nick warns. Penelope looks like she’s about to cry, but I don’t miss the look of hatred she shoots both of us. Ryan shrugs as our parents walk into the room. Mom puts warm croissants on the table, and my mouth almost waters.
“Damn. Mom. It smells so good,” I say as I eye them. My stomach, however, doesn’t agree. I fight back a groan and grab a croissant anyway. I put some butter on it and throw some bacon on my plate.
“Jason. Watch your mouth,” mom says sternly. They say Ethan Crane, our father and the leader of our family’s mafia, is a man to fear. But those people have never met our mother. Jenny Crane is the one my brothers and I truly back down to.
I glance up at her and bite my lip. “Sorry, ma’am.”
“Nice to see you guys aren’t dicks to all women,” Penelope mutters under her breath.
“Nope. Just the skanky little money hungry ones,” I say lou
d enough for only Ryan, Nick, and Penelope to hear. Ryan nearly chokes on his apple juice. Nick shoots me another withering glare as Penelope pouts.
“You two support your brother,” dad commands. I take a bite of the warm croissant to stay quiet.
“We do support him, dad. That’s why we’re warning him off the gold-digger,” Ryan says as he stands. He looks down at me. “Let’s go. We’re gonna be late.” I grab my other croissant, reluctantly leaving the bacon when my stomach threatens to stage a revolt, and follow. We walk out to Ryan’s Ferrari and jump in.
“He isn’t going to leave her until she ruins him,” I say as I buckle myself in.
“We can only do so much, Jas. The rest he just needs to see on his own.”
“He’s an eighteen-year-old kid who gets sex whenever he wants by a hot girl. He’s not going to see anything past her pussy as long as she’s rubbing it in his face,” I seethe.
“Again. A lesson he needs to learn himself.” Ryan pulls out of our driveway and heads towards the school. The University of New York. We all attend. I’m majoring in business. Ryan and Nick are undeclared.
I glance at my big brother as he weaves in and out of traffic. “When are you going to admit to yourself that you should be going to the Institute of Culinary Education?”
He shrugs. “What’s the point? It’s not like I’ll ever get to own my own restaurant or be a Michelin Star chef.”
I sigh. “You know as well as I do that isn’t true. Dad would never force you to take over.”
“Jason, I’ve been bred to take over. Ever since I was born twenty years ago. This is my future. I’ve come to accept that.”
“Why can’t you do what you want to before that? It’s not like you’ll be taking over tomorrow.”
Ryan is quiet for a few moments before he sighs. “It’s why I haven’t declared business like dad wants me to.”
I watch him for a few moments as he drives. “What aren’t you telling me?”
