by Anthology
Men
Of
Mayhem
A
Mafia
Anthology
Men Of Mayhem
Copyright © 2015.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: December 2015
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
www.limitlesspublishing.com
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-384-7
ISBN-10: 1-68058-384-0
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Infringe
J.L. Beck
Gian
Lisa Cardiff
Code of Silence
J.L. Drake
A Late Night Bang
Douglas Esper
Drago
E.J. Fechenda
Vincenzo
Marita A. Hansen
One Shot
Mia Hoddell
For Cesare
Soraya Naomi
Madison’s Mobster
Ginger Ring
Enforcing Fate
Amy Rachiele
Calabrese
Elle Raven
Fatal Attraction
Sara Schoen
How We Came To Be
Ashlee Taylor
Infringe
J. L. Beck
A Kingpin Love Affair
Volume Five ~ A Bonus Novella
Bree
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath. I was exhausted. Zerro had been gone for a month now on an undercover mission with the FBI. Me? Well, I have been busy with school full-time, all the while taking care of Gia and feeling as if I were losing my motherfucking mind.
This was my final year of college. I should have been wrapping things up, but instead, here I was trying to decide if I wanted to get my RN license in general studies or a specific field. If I went with the latter, my schooling would not end this year. A part of me wanted more than just a general degree. That’s why the specific field was such an appealing option to me. But the other part of me, the part that longed for something more outside of my usual day to day events.
“Don’t say naughty words, Mommy,” Gia spoke out against my swearing. I rolled my eyes and smiled. She was just like her daddy. Always calling me out when I did something wrong in their eyes.
“Mommy didn’t mean to say a naughty word.” I smiled, bending down and setting a bowl of mixed fruit in front of her. The clock on the wall said 3:00 p.m. One half hour separated me from seeing my husband again.
When I married him, I never expected my life to become this mundane. Most days, I missed the fast-paced life we had. The crazy, no holds barred sex, the danger and chaos that surrounded us. Now life was just that…life.
“Daddy coming home?” Gia asked, pulling me from my thoughts as I sat down on the floor in front of her. I nodded my head.
I had taken a week off from school, telling my professors I had a family emergency just so I could clear my mind and spend time with Zerro. I wanted to explain to him what I wanted and that I needed things to change. I couldn’t go down this road any longer. I needed the darkness that lurked within him. I needed something to save us from becoming like every other family on the block.
The minutes passed by quickly as I fiddled with the wedding ring on my finger and Gia finished her snack. My father would be here at any minute to pick her up, and I would be left alone with Alzerro—the man I wanted to smother me in the murkiness that used to be him.
The doorbell rang loudly, echoing throughout the house. Gia jumped up from the floor, abandoning the picnic she had begged me for only a short time ago, to run to the door. Sweat formed on my hands as I rose from my seat. I was no longer that woman, the one who gave herself to a mafia king in exchange for a debt, yet for some reason, those same emotions bubbled right underneath the surface.
“Daddy’s home!” Alzerro’s deep voice met my ears, sending a chill down my spine. Gia giggled as her father picked her up, squeezing her tightly into his chest, while his gaze ate up the distance between us. He seemed tired of time and miles separating us. Setting Gia down, he crossed the room in a second, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I took a deep breath, his unique scent of manliness and danger meeting my nostrils almost immediately. I hadn’t realized just how much I truly missed him until this very second. I had missed him so much, and I craved him in unimaginable ways.
“I missed you,” he whispered against my skin, his lips caressing my neck. I almost sighed from his touch as my mind drifted back to a moment when our love had been darker and far more dangerous.
“Place your hands on top of the bed post. If you move them at all, I will spank that sweet little ass of yours until it’s red.” I could tell by the glint in his eyes he wasn’t kidding. He truly would spank me, and strangely, the thought turned me on even more. My core clenched as he hovered over my body, his breath caressing my skin.
“I love you,” he whispered before nipping at one of my breasts. My chest heaved as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
“I love you more,” I said breathlessly, trying to remember if he said I could talk or not. He smiled against my breast and, without warning, flipped me over onto my stomach. My head was spinning, my heart fluttering in my chest.
“Remember, don’t let go of that bar. No. Matter. What.” Each word caused my heart to pound harder. What was he going to do to me?
A finger slipped down my ass crack and between my cheeks. Pleasure formed in my belly as I gripped the bar tightly in my palms.
“I always have been an ass man, Bree King…” The way he said my name combined with his had me panting.
“Fuck me. Please,” I muttered into the pillows beneath my face. I swear I could hear his laughter filling the air and knew a smile was on his face.
“Fuck…” His finger slid closer toward the little bundle of nerves in my ass, “…you?” The words fell from his lips, a darkness settling over us. Taking a deep breath, I nodded my head and felt his finger slip into my wet pussy. Just as fast as he had entered, he was withdrawing and sliding ever so slowly into virgin territory.
“Bree?” I came back to the present, a silly smile on my face as Alzerro held me away from him at an arm’s length with worry creasing his face.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Are you okay? You seemed dazed for a second there.” He had no clue how dazed I truly was.
“I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Thinking wasn’t even close. I was fantasizing, remembering vividly what my husband had done to me and the pleasure and borderline pain he had given me.
He smiled at me, making me realize the real reason I felt as I did. I missed the old him. The man who made me weak in the knees, the one who scared the ever-living piss out of everyone and set fire to my body.
“Daddy!” Gia squealed with delight as she pulled on his pant leg. She had missed her father just as much as I had. He let me go, turning around to make a funny face at her. As I watched them, my heart grew. I loved being a mom and wife, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But life had gotten in the way, and sex was put off more times than not. Jobs took the place of me in his life. Our love just sat there, not nearly as strong as it used to be. I didn’t want to
lose the feelings that started all of this or lose touch with the man I had married.
I needed to bring us back, bring the love we once had full circle because it wasn’t that I had lost my love for him. It was that I had lost the flame, the burning desire I had when we first fell in love.
“Bree, are you sure you’re okay?” Zerro asked me again with more concern etched into his features. God, I needed to stay out of my head when he was around. Suddenly, the doorbell went off for a second time. I almost wiped my brow—thank God. I knew my father had saved my ass. I had no idea what I would tell Zerro. What my explanation would be.
“Bree. Zerro.” My father greeted us as we opened the front door, pulling us both into a hug before getting down to Gia’s level with a smile on his face. The second Gia realized Grandpa was there, she no longer cared for her mom or dad. She loved her grandfather and would often throw a fit if she went too long without seeing him. Not that I blamed her; I couldn’t imagine my world without him as my father, especially now that I had him in my life. If my mom could see us now, she would be so proud of the father he had become, the woman I had grown into, and the family I now shared with my husband.
“Are you being good? You know the deal if you’re naughty, right? No cookies or ice cream,” my dad teased, throwing a wink my way. I smiled and almost laughed. She had him wrapped around her finger so tight even if she murdered someone, he would still give her cookies and ice cream. She was Grandpa’s little princess and she could do no wrong.
Of course, Gia nodded, her dark brown hair flowing as she moved her head up and down with a smile on her face. I watched with a smirk as she batted her big brown eyes innocently. We all knew she got that from me because her father was as far from innocent as it got.
“What’s going on, James?” Zerro questioned, looking between my father and me. I hadn’t told my father that I hadn’t let Zerro know what I had planned. It was a shock to both of them as they looked at me for an answer.
“I don’t know, ask your wife…” My dad laughed. He always did when he was nervous. Zerro had a tendency to make anyone nervous with just a question. I wasn’t sure my father would ever be completely calm around him, even after the few years Zerro and I had been married.
“Bree?” He raised an eyebrow up at me.
“I…” I smiled. “I want some time alone with you. My dad is going to take Gia.” My face grew red as I watched the lightbulb in Zerro’s head go off. He cleared his throat, and I could see his imagination going to work.
“Okay, then,” he replied, his voice grave as I grabbed Gia’s bags I had already packed and handed them to my father. He took them without hesitation, a smile on his face as if he knew what the future held.
I kissed Gia on the cheek and gave her a giant hug, reminding her to be good for Grandpa. Her father did the same and then we said goodbye to the both of them.
The second the door to the house closed and the lock clicked into place, I wondered if I had made the right choice.
I was alone with the man I loved for the first time in years. This could go either way.
Regardless, I was at his mercy. Now, I had to get him to come out and play.
Zerro
Her demeanor was off. She fidgeted with her hands, and I could see the sweat forming on her face. Why is she so nervous? I forced the tension out of my steps as I took a seat on the couch in the living room. Did she not realize how much I loved her? Was she leaving? Had she finally gotten fed up with me being gone all the time?
“I feel like we should be talking about the elephant in the room.” She made it seem like we had a really big fucking problem. Like there was no way to fix whatever had been bothering her. I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.
“Do tell, Bree. What is it?” I tried not to sound like an asshole, but when I saw the sides of her lips rise, I wondered if that was the kind of behavior she had wanted all along.
“The years have changed us,” she said.
What did she mean by that? Of course, we were getting older—that was a given. Times had changed. We had a child now, I had a job I enjoyed immensely, and she was able to stay home and do whatever she wanted with her day.
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re getting at. Of course, times have changed us.” I narrowed my eyes as if investigating her. She wasn’t giving off any strange signals, but her choice of words was like a red flag. Women were an enigma I would never truly understand.
“I mean…” She crossed the room to take a seat across from me. She wore a dress that had my eyes eating up her legs. I could feel my cock growing stiff with each step she took. It had been a month since I felt her warmth surround me, since I had last slipped deep inside of her. “You have changed.” She spread her legs, and if I looked just right, I could see a pair of black lace panties.
She was playing an extremely dangerous game with me, one that would get her fucked against every surface in this house if she didn’t control her next move. She sighed, leaning back against the cushions of the couch. It took everything inside of me not to get up and weasel my way in between her legs and pull her panties to the side and…
“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I just mean you’ve changed. You’re no longer the man I love.” My eyes grew wide as my blood boiled, and my jaw ticked as I felt the vein in my neck pulsate. I am no longer the man she loves?
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she reworded what she had said. “I mean you’re no longer the man I fell in love with all those years ago. You’re different—tame and gentle. You’re not you and I hate it.”
It took me a moment to catch up with what she was saying. She likes the old me? The man I used to be, the man who killed people without a thought. The man who made people’s lives miserable. She misses him?
“You miss the man I used to be? The cold, heartless killer? You miss that?” I could feel the anger inside of me spiking, yet as she looked at me, she seemed unfazed by it. As if she’d wanted this all along. To see me fall off the deep end into unclear waters. I had left that man behind and for good reason. He had no place with a wife and child.
“I don’t just miss it, Zerro. That’s the man I fell in love with, the man I knew would forever set my body ablaze. It was always you, and even though you’re different now, in comparison to who you were then, I know that man is still in there somewhere. He’s lingering under the surface just waiting to burst free.”
I stared into her eyes as tension filled my body. I wanted to be angry with her, but how could I be? She fell in love with the darkest parts of me, the parts no one else understood.
“Bree…” I growled her name. She was pushing her boundaries. She would cause me to break, and in turn, I would break her. I would make the past and present collide in ways that would make her skin burn.
“I missed you.” She got up from her seat, crossing the room to stand before me. She was everything I had ever craved. Even after having Gia, and her body changing from a young woman to a more mature woman, she was just as beautiful, if not more. Her hair was as dark as coffee, her eyes a mix of the sun and chocolate. She smelled like heaven, and if I reached out and tasted her, I bet she would be the perfect mixture of sweet and sour.
“Show me.” I caved, allowing an old sinister part of me to show, to come back to life. I could feel my heart rate rising, my body growing warmer and more excited by the second as a sexy-as-hell smile pulled at her lips.
She reached to the back of her dress, and the sound of a zipper sliding down filled the air. I licked my lips in anticipation, watching the top of the dress fall from her shoulders as she shimmied out of it. It slipped from her body, leaving her exposed to the devil himself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, my eyes lingering on her breasts. She had on a black lace bra that showed her perfectly puckered nipples. Goose bumps rose on her skin as she stood before me waiting to see what my next move would be.
“I want to be bad, Mr. King.” Her eyes lit up with darkness. She
knew how much I desired her, how much I hungered for the dark and dangerous side of her. She was the match I needed to burn the whole fucking place to the ground.
“Drop to your knees,” I ordered, standing to undo my belt. I gripped the buckle tightly as I watched her slip to the ground so slowly it almost hurt. I walked around her, coming to a stop with her back to my front.
She didn’t move an inch as I traced my fingers over the bra straps on her shoulders. A shudder worked its way through me as I slipped them down, letting them hang off her arms. As I continued to undo my belt, I placed my gun, phone, handcuffs, badge, and wallet on the table behind me. I slipped from my pants, taking my underwear with them. I had no reason to be anything more than naked. Silence settled between us, but it wasn’t really silence I heard. I could hear her pulse racing, every swallow she took. I could feel the connection between us reforming, the love we shared growing.
“I’m going to fuck you. Not just any way…” I nipped at her earlobe, her breathing becoming choppy. “I’m going to spread you wide,” I whispered. “Then I’m going to find that sweet little bud that makes you scream and suck on it until it’s raw.” Her moan filled the air, as sex seemed to sweat from our pores. My fingers slipped down her back, tracing a path of fire on her flesh.
“Once I’m done making you come harder than you ever have, I’m going to drive my aching cock inside of you, and I won’t stop…” I growled, gripping the back of her panties as I pulled them tight against her mound. I knew what I was doing. I knew she wanted the hotness and danger back, and I would give her just that.
“Until everyone in the neighborhood knows my name. Until you beg me to stop because you can’t come even once more and then…” I pulled tighter, her face falling against the couch cushions and a soft whimper escaping her lips as she lifted with my pull.
