by Shandi Boyes
Mafia Ties
An Italian Cartel Sequel
Shandi Boyes
Edited by Carolyn Wallace
Illustrated by SSB Covers & Design
Edited by Miryam Denny-Ipenburg
Copyright
Copyright © 2020 by Shandi Boyes
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All rights reserved.
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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.
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This work is solely the imagination of Shandi Boyes. It does not reflect people, places or events in anyway. It is the complete work of fiction.
Cover: SSB Covers and Design
Editing: Carolyn Wallace
Proofing: Miryam Denny-Ipenburg
Cover Image: Depositphotos
Contents
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Blurb
Mafia Ties
1. Dimitri
2. Roxanne
3. Dimitri
4. Dimitri
5. Roxanne
6. Roxanne
7. Dimitri
8. Roxanne
9. Roxanne
Epilogue
Bonus Chapter
Chapter 1
Acknowledgments
Also by Shandi Boyes
Dedication
To those brave enough not to pick.
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I can’t choose between them either.
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Shandi xx
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Wishing Well — Juice WRLD
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Mood Swings — Pop Smole, Lil TJay
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Such a Whore — JVLA
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Sorry - Halsey
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The Sound of Silence — Disturbed
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The Night We Met — Gavin Mikhail
Also by Shandi Boyes
Perception Series
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Saving Noah (Noah & Emily)
Fighting Jacob (Jacob & Lola)
Taming Nick (Nick & Jenni)
Redeeming Slater (Slater and Kylie)
Saving Emily (Noah & Emily - Novella)
Wrapped Up with Rise Up (Perception Novella - should be read after the Bound Series)
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Enigma
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Enigma (Isaac & Isabelle #1)
Unraveling an Enigma (Isaac & Isabelle #2)
Enigma The Mystery Unmasked (Isaac & Isabelle #3)
Enigma: The Final Chapter (Isaac & Isabelle #4)
Beneath The Secrets (Hugo & Ava #1)
Beneath The Sheets(Hugo & Ava #2)
Spy Thy Neighbor (Hunter & Paige)
The Opposite Effect (Brax & Clara)
I Married a Mob Boss(Rico & Blaire)
Second Shot(Hawke & Gemma)
The Way We Are(Ryan & Savannah #1)
The Way We Were(Ryan & Savannah #2)
Sugar and Spice (Cormack & Harlow)
Lady In Waiting (Regan & Alex #1)
Man in Queue (Regan & Alex #2)
Couple on Hold(Regan & Alex #3)
Enigma: The Wedding (Isaac and Isabelle)
Silent Vigilante (Brandon and Melody #1)
Hushed Guardian (Brandon & Melody #2)
Quiet Protector (Brandon & Melody #3)
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Bound Series
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Chains (Marcus & Cleo #1)
Links(Marcus & Cleo #2)
Bound(Marcus & Cleo #3)
Restrain(Marcus & Cleo #4)
Psycho (Dexter & ??)
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Russian Mob Chronicles
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Nikolai: A Mafia Prince Romance (Nikolai & Justine #1)
Nikolai: Taking Back What’s Mine (Nikolai & Justine #2)
Nikolai: What’s Left of Me(Nikolai & Justine #3)
Nikolai: Mine to Protect(Nikolai & Justine #4)
Asher: My Russian Revenge (Asher & Zariah)
Nikolai: Through the Devil's Eyes(Nikolai & Justine #5)
Trey (Trey & K)
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The Italian Cartel
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Dimitri
Roxanne
Reign
Maddox
Rocco
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RomCom Standalones
Just Playin’ (Elvis & Willow)
The Drop Zone (Colby & Jamie)
Ain't Happenin'(Lorenzo & Skylar)
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Short Stories
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Christmas Trio (Wesley, Andrew & Mallory -- short story)
Falling For A Stranger (Short Story)
K (A Trey Sequel)
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Coming Soon
Skitzo
I won the battle.
I massacred my enemies and freed my daughter from captivity.
My family is safe, but what happens when the woman I love believes family ties go way deeper than direct descendants?
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His veins hold my father’s blood.
Some may say he is the true heir of the Petretti entity.
But he isn’t without his weaknesses.
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His castle will be stormed no matter what.
I just need to decide which side of the moat I will be on.
Family comes first of all—they just fail to mention what should happen when your brother is also your enemy.
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Mafia Ties is a ten-chapter sequel of Dimitri and Roxanne’s story. It jumps years into the future to show the events surrounding Nikolai’s arrival to Hopeton minus an invitation and with no plans to unify ties between brothers.
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**Also includes a bonus extended chapter solely in Nikolai’s POV **
Dimitri & Roxanne
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Four perfectly smitten years later…
1
Dimitri
With my ass braced on the vanity sink, and my eyes locked on a white stick I’m praying like fuck will turn a shade of blue, I fold my arms in front of my chest. Roxanne is adamant I’m wrong. She is convinced pricks like Dr. Klein know her body more intimately than me.
Dr. Klein learned the hard way what happens when you hurt those I love. Tonight, I’ll add a heap of conviction to the belief I’d go to the end of the earth to protect my family. Whether snuggled in their beds like Fien and Matteo are now or growing in my wife’s womb, like I’m confident my next kid is, I will protect my family no matter what because family comes first of all.
They are all I live for.
Money, drugs, and power mean nothing to me anymore. Don’t get me wrong, all the above-mentioned are a part of my industry, they also ensure my family will never want for anything, they’re just no longer responsible for the circulation of my blood anymore. That honor belongs solely to Roxanne and our children.
When Roxanne was fighting for her life, I pledged that my girls would want for nothing. I’ve kept my promise. Unlike my fa
ther, I cherish my family.
I fight for them.
I work hard for them.
And I slice out the tongue of any stupid fuck who dares to sneer their last name in vain for them.
My wife and children give the Petretti name valor, and I won’t have an insolent prick tell them any different. If you can’t say my family name without a hint of pride behind it, it’ll do you best to keep your mouth shut. That’s the only guarantee you’ll make it out of our exchange alive. You don’t have to like the things my father did, you don’t have to agree with how I run my businesses, but you sure as hell better respect me and my family or it will cost you more than your life.
My half smirk that makes Roxanne’s head get into a tizzy years after seeing it for the first time drops half an inch when a shocked grumble escapes Roxanne’s lips. She’s staring at the pregnancy test Rosa purchased for her at my request, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. It turned blue like I was hoping, and although I’m not overly familiar with pregnancies since Matteo was born a little over three years ago, I know what those blue lines mean. I did good, and for the first time in a long time, it’s taking everything I have not to shout it from the rooftops.
Can you blame me? Dr. Klein’s disclosure when he strived to discount Roxanne’s claims she was ever pregnant exposed she had a severe case of polycystic ovary syndrome. As far as he, and many other professionals since then have stated, Roxanne shouldn’t have fallen pregnant with Matteo as easily as she did. It should have been a long drawn out process like the past three years have been.
I wasn’t lying when I told Roxanne I’d have her knocked up with my kid the instant the trap I snared her with loosened its grip of her ankle. I killed her boyfriend, tortured her parents, and had threatened to kill her more times than I told her I loved her. I couldn’t risk the sheen on my bastard exterior fading enough she’d see the real me.
I’d rather steal the light from her eyes than ever see her with another man, and since there’s no fucking chance I’d ever do that, I had no choice but to keep the spark well-lit. Knocking her up with my kid again seemed like the next logical step.
She was already the perfect mother to Fien, but she knocked it out of the fucking park when Matteo was born. My woman is so strong, she birthed my child without drugs, at home, all because she knew of my wish to keep Matteo and Fien off my enemies’ radars.
I’d be lying if I said the strength of my woman doesn’t thicken my cock with adrenaline. I’m a cold-blooded killer, but even someone as hard as me can admit he has a soft spot for his woman.
Roxanne’s inclusion in my life hasn’t just kept my dick the most satisfied it’s ever been, she has also made me a better man, which in turn also made me a better father. For that alone, I owe her more than any amount my bank accounts will ever hold.
Lucky for me, possessions aren’t something Roxanne craves.
Possessiveness… that’s an entirely different story.
Just like I’ll never be a gentleman, my woman will never be a lady, but I wouldn’t want her any other way.
“What did I tell you, Roxanne? Your cunt is sweeter when you’re knocked up.”
She shivers when I step closer to her, eager to authenticate my claim. Our mid-morning fuck when she got hot and bothered watching me command our realm commenced my campaign to prove two and a half years of nonstop fucking finally produced more than nail marks down my back, but that hard and fast fuck on my desk was hours ago and I’m nothing close to being patient.
“And I’m about ready for a second helping of dessert.”
The positive pregnancy test, along with a heap of Roxanne’s cosmetics, fall to the floor with a clatter when I swipe my arm across the gleaming marble material. The scent I’ve snorted more eagerly than I did coke in my youth hardens my cock when I plant Roxanne’s backside onto the counter between the sinks of our master bathroom. I don’t need to touch her panties to know they’re drenched through. I can smell how aroused she is.
“Wider,” I say on a growl when she spreads her thighs wide enough my hand can slip between her legs, but nowhere near extensive enough I can drag my tongue up the slit of her greedy cunt. I’m starved of her taste, and I’m not a man who holds back on his drug of choice.
“Keep them there.”
After spreading her knees so far apart, her scant panties can be seen from the main part of our bedroom, I move for the door. I’m not just closing it so Smith’s perverted-fucking-self doesn’t get off hearing the moans of my wife, I’m hoping it will reduce the chance Roxanne’s shouts will wake Matteo.
Fien is so accustomed to the noises that rock out of the room I share with Roxanne every night she thinks they’re normal. Matteo still struggles with the belief he needs to protect his mother when she’s screaming like she is being murdered.
That’s my fault.
I raised him with the morals my father forgot to instill in me.
He won’t ever raise his hand to a woman, but he sure as fuck will when it comes to defending her. He only turned three two months ago, however, he had no issue putting a bully double his age and size on his ass at the playground last week when he pushed a little girl off the swing.
That punk-ass weasel should consider himself lucky. If he had treated Fien as he did the girl on the swing next to her, Matteo would have choked him out with the swing chains. That’s how fearless he is when it comes to protecting those he loves. He’s as ruthless and unhinged as his father.
I would have suggested he cool it a little if I hadn’t seen the gaga eyes his rescuee was giving him. She was smitten with him just as quickly as I was when I spotted Roxanne with black smears under her eyes and chunky, Goth-approved boots. It reminded me that not every story needs a hero. Sometimes the villain gets a lead role as well.
As I pace back to Roxanne’s side of the bathroom, I remove my belt from my trousers. Unlike the time where my anger got the better of me, she doesn’t tremble in fear that I’m going to beat her with it.
I’ve studied every inch of her body the past almost four years. I know every pore, every goosebump, and every imperfect flaw, so I’m more than aware the widening of her pupils now has nothing to do with fear. She’s turned on at the idea of being dominated, and I’m more than capable of fulfilling her every demand.
“Scoot forward. Ass to the edge of the counter.”
When Roxanne does as requested, I pull her hands in front of her thrusting chest, secure them with my belt, then raise them above her head. Since she’s as tiny as a fairy, the bumps in her spine are stretched to their limits when I secure the loose end of my belt around the dual light shade perched above the vanity mirrors.
I grab at my dick while taking a step back to admire the view. The change-up in position means Roxanne’s tits sit high on her chest. Even nursing our son hasn’t weakened their sultriness. The symmetry between her tits and hips are perfect. Meaty enough to grip but small enough gravity won’t take hold for years to come—if ever.
“I don’t know what to devour first. Your candy-flavored mouth or your cunt that’s so fucking hungry for my attention, it’s sucking at your panties.” Precum leaks into my trunks when a brilliant idea pops into my head. “Perhaps I should have both.”
Disappointment isn’t something Roxanne displays while being fucked, but I’m fairly confident that’s what blisters out of her eyes when I slip her panties to the side before notching a finger inside of her. She isn’t pissed I kept the greediness of my stuff to only one finger, she’s stunned I haven’t fallen to my knees and devoured her cunt for dessert like I do anytime it’s in front of me.
Our fuck this afternoon was hard and fast, but it still only occurred after Roxanne rode my face like I was a bull and she only needed to hold on for eight seconds. I need her wet enough to take me without pain, and screaming my name loud enough the frantic calls men in my industry never stop hearing drown out my wish to kill for another twenty-four hours.
Clawing your way back from nothing is alread
y hard, but when you toss in all the shit my father shrouded our name in, I should have drowned years ago. The only reason I’ve stayed afloat is because the people around me are stronger than the man who tried to hold my head under the water.
It took me a long time to realize that. The delay didn’t weaken the truth of it, though. Roxanne, Rocco, Smith, and perhaps even Clover have kept this train on the tracks, and it continues steaming forward at a rate so fast I’m confident Matteo’s bid to be the boss of all bosses won’t incur a single protest. If it does... you don’t want me to answer that, especially not if it shifts the focus off my wife for a second longer than it already has.
