Men of Mayhem (43 page)

“Fuck, God, your mouth…” I growl and spear her pussy with my tongue.

Kinsey throws her head back while fisting my erection and climaxes in a loud scream as tremors of pleasure rake her body and I slowly lick her.

Needing to release inside her, I turn her to sit astride me. 

“Ride me,” I order and grab her wrists, pulling her forward.

Her hair curtains us in a world of our own. The world I lost for five years but will never let go of again. I kiss her while she rubs her pussy against the head of my cock, and I push inside her, making her gasp. When her flesh gives and she starts to move up and down, I grip her hips as she rests her palms on my chest. Kinsey’s passionate eyes meet mine, and my dick swells from being inside the woman who was meant for me.

Before I can say it, she says in a husky voice laced with lust, “I love you.”

Sitting up, I cradle the back of her head with one hand while resting the other on her ass, kissing her harshly. “
Ti amo, piccolina
. Ever since I was twelve.”

Her arms loop around my neck as she moves her hips faster and faster. She rides me hard, and I suck her nipples as she arches her back and clutches my hair tightly. My balls tighten while pleasure rockets me, and I come inside her sweet pussy, thoroughly depleted.

We sit motionless, locked in an embrace, so close together not even a hairsbreadth separates us. And I finally feel complete again.

Kinsey moves off me, and we recline on the bed, her head on my chest while I stroke her hair. Both lost in our thoughts while our breathing calms.

Then she mutters, “It was fate that I was there that night of the raid in Michael’s house. Fate brought us back together. Please don’t break my heart again.”

Tugging her hair, I force her to look at me. “Never. I’m not that boy anymore.” 

“I know you’re not,” Kinsey states.

Her kiss-swollen lips curve up, and she stares at me as if she can’t believe I’m truly with her. It’s a look of devotion that I’ve missed.

“Do you believe in soulmates, Cesare?” she asks in a tender tone.

I sift her bangs to the side, away from her eyes, and answer honestly, “Yes, ever since the day I met you.”

Kinsey is back in my life and all is right.

Although,
I
know she realizes I’m the underboss of the most powerful mafia in New York, Michael needs confirmation. But first, I want to give her revenge against Joey because I need her to feel empowered and safe with me. 

Kinsey and I enter Michael’s house a month after the raid, and my soldier already has Joey in the basement, tied to a bar hanging from wall-to-wall.

“Where are we going?” Kinsey probes.

Before I turn the knob, I tell her, “Joey needs to pay for what he did to you.”

And I open the door. She doesn’t flinch when she sees him. Thankfully, she sees the same man that I do, the man who drugged her. Joey crossed the line when he hurt her, and even though he’s a
Capo
, I’m the underboss and outrank him. I only needed permission to capture him from Michael, who gave it happily.

Michael’s also present and greets Kinsey while gripping Joey’s chin.

He’s been in here for weeks, deprived of food and living off water. His emaciated body sways, and his tired eyes are unfocused.

“You,” he whispers and sneers at Kinsey.

Just as I’m about to speak, she amazes me and strides to him, grabbing his hair. “You ruin people. You take vulnerable girls off the streets and use them. You made your biggest mistake when you singled me out. Because…” She glances back over her shoulder at me. “I’m his.”

Kinsey and Michael step aside, and a malicious smile curves Michael’s lips as I take out my gun from my back waistband.

Joey stutters, “Cesare, please…pl-please. I didn’t know she was yours.”

“Too little…” I smash the butt of my weapon into his nose. “Too late. No one hurts what’s mine!”

Handing over my gun to Michael, I clench my fist and hit Joey’s face, again and again, relishing in the pain shooting through my knuckles.

Then I hiss while gripping his hair, “I’m going to keep you on the edge of death, bruised and starving, until you pray for the sweet agony of death. I’ll deliver your body to your friends to send them a message to run. Everyone who ever gave Kinsey drugs will be hunted and killed.”

His head slouches forward when I release him, and blood drips from his chin.

I face Kinsey and hold out my hand for her to accept.

“You’re affiliated with the New York Syndicate now,” Michael elaborates. “You’re an accomplice. Do you understand? As Cesare’s partner, we will protect you with the extent of our power. But if
you
ever betray us,
he
will pay with his life. Cesare will be executed.”

She swallows, and a nervous chill runs down my spine. However, my anxiety is unfounded because she takes my offered hand and nods.

“Make my underboss happy then,” Michael says.

“I will,” she replies in a sincere tone.

And we leave a groaning Joey behind to rot.

After leaving the basement, I take her into my arms, feeling content, and kiss the top of her head. She belongs with me and has accepted all that I am. We don’t even need words. Our tight embrace says it all. This is the beginning of our forever.

Present

Kinsey

In his arms, I realize that maybe we’re all broken, and finding the right soulmate makes us whole.

When Cesare and I are together, we’re good—as always. It just took a drastic event to bring us back together. Sometimes you need to hit rock bottom in order to move on.

It took a total of fifteen years for our love to find its happily ever after. It took four years of friendship, six years of a relationship, and five years of separation for us to understand that a life apart isn’t manageable for either of us. Cesare makes me complete. In the past and in the forever future. All of him, including his anarchic Syndicate. 

“Now I get to take care of you forever,” he whispers into my ear.

I look up at him as he kisses me with a passion that locks him even tighter in my heart. Then he nuzzles me, and I’m home, where I belong.

The End

About the Author

Soraya Naomi was born in South America in 1984 and raised in Europe where she presently resides with her fiancé.

She reads many genres but favors intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. She also adores forbidden love tales and has an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, she doesn’t secretly want to be kidnapped, though!

She has a passionate obsession with the written word and indulges in chocolate pastries much too often.

Soraya’s debut novel
For Fallon
(Chicago Syndicate, 1) was released on July 26, 2014.
For Fallon
won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.

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Madison

The decadent piece of chocolate layer cake taunted her. Each morning it was the same thing. A mocha latte with a shot of espresso at the Genoa Java Shop and then several minutes staring at their delightful desserts like there was no tomorrow. Chocolate had always been her downfall. Madison Miller lost all concentration when there was dessert involved.  

“Are you going to get anything?” Stephanie, her friend and fellow employee, inched her nose closer to the display case.

“Grrr. I want one, but cake isn’t exactly a breakfast food.” Then she recalled that familiar saying. It’s five o’clock somewhere—or did that only apply to drinks?

The coffee cup warmed her hands and the strong aroma woke her senses, but she could swear the sweet smell of cocoa permeated the glass. 

“Can I get you anything?” The kind server behind the counter wasn’t making it any easier.

Taking one last look at the sinful sensation, she groaned. “I’d better pass. I’d feel guilty later.”

“Sometimes doing what you want is worth the guilt.” The deep voice startled her and Madison spun around with a shriek. The hot coffee in her cup flew out and all over the man’s nice shirt and suit. Damn that chocolate cake for distracting her from putting the lid on.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry.” Horrified, she scrambled for napkins and started to dab at his chest. “Let me try to clean this up.” Out of nowhere, a man the size of a Green Bay Packer lineman approached.

“It’s all right, Arlo.” Mr. Tall, Dark, and Nicely Dressed spoke to the big bear of a man and he stood to the side.

What was that all about? Madison glared at the one who threatened to manhandle her before turning her attention back to the victim of her coffee explosion. “Again, I am so, so sorry. Please let me pay for cleaning your suit.” It was on the tip of her tongue to offer to pay for the damages, but if there was something she knew about, it was clothes. Her monthly income wouldn’t put a dent in the cost of his designer suit and silk shirt. Paying for the cleaning alone would put a damper on her daily espresso addiction.

“No damage done.” He unbuttoned his coat. “I’m afraid I damaged the shirt last night, so I’m throwing it out anyway.”

“Long night?” she wondered out loud.

“Something like that.” His gaze slowly wandered from her head to her toes. It was hard to tell if he was checking her out or simply bored. The man did look tired. Deep circles shadowed his dark eyes.

“Please, let me at least buy you a coffee or something.” Normally she’d never offer to buy some man off the street a drink but it was the least she could do. If truth be told, the man was drop dead gorgeous. Well, in an exotic kind of way.

What wouldn’t she give for his long eyelashes? A quick survey of his face revealed deep brown eyes, a straight nose, and strong jaw. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. The man had awesome lips. They were full, firm, and so kissable. A soft whimper escaped her lips.

Stephanie cleared her throat and nudged her in the arm. One minute Madison’s drooling over the cake and the next it’s some stranger in a suit. Was she that obvious? Luckily, the guy didn’t seem to notice.

“What I’d like is for you to let me buy you that dessert you were studying so hard.” Was he flirting with her? Madison took a sip of her drink and noticed the brute by his side giving her the evil eye.

“We need to get going. The men are waiting for us.” He spoke under his breath but she heard what he said.

The attractive man in the suit acknowledged his sidekick but never took his gaze off her.

“That’s okay. We have to get going,” Stephanie butted in.

“Are you sure?” His left eyebrow lifted.

Stephanie began to drag her to the door. “Yes, thank you.”

The man nodded and stepped to the counter. Why didn’t Madison have the guts to ask him his name? Was he new in town? A tourist?

They were halfway down the block before Stephanie finally let go of her arm.

“What’s wrong? That guy was hot.” Madison stopped and turned around. “Do you think I should go back? Maybe see if he’s going to the ball this weekend?”

“No.”

“Why not?” Her lip jutted out. He was the first nice guy who’d sparked a bit of interest in her in ages. Stephanie should be encouraging her, not dragging her away.

“We have to open the shop.” Stephanie stood firm.

“Okay, now I know something is up. You’re never eager to get to work.” She spoke in jest, but there was a ring of truth to it.

“Let’s get inside and then we’ll talk,” Stephanie muttered and grabbed a paper from the newsstand.

It only took a few minutes to open Bells and Bows Wedding Shop but Stephanie still hadn’t said a word. She seemed more interested in what was on the front of the Genoa Globe than explaining why Madison shouldn’t have given the coffee cutie her phone number.

“You’re killing me here.” Madison frowned and placed her hand on her hips. “What was up with you back there?”

“He’s not right for you.” Stephanie shrugged her shoulders and concentrated on the news.

Madison tilted her head. This wasn’t like her at all. If Steph didn’t like something or someone, she never hid her reasoning. “Why do you say that?” Again, there was silence. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

Stephanie stood up and turned the paper to face her. “This.” Her pink tipped finger pointed to the lead article on the front page. “Local girl missing.”

Roman

Roman Caponelli tossed the newspaper to the side and cursed a string of four letter words. That’s the last thing he needed. Yesterday, Mario Giuseppe had pleaded for his help to find his daughter, Andrea. It would have been nice to find her before her disappearance went public. As soon as he’d seen the engagement announcement in the papers months ago he knew this wouldn’t end well.

The girl’s fiancé, Diego Rinaldi, was a loose cannon. The bastard was into all kinds of bad stuff, including drugs and possibly sex trafficking. From what he’d heard the man never followed orders and killed for the fun of it. The devil’s spawn probably tortured animals as a kid. If Diego was part of his family, he would’ve killed him a long time ago, but he wasn’t. No, the bastard was the rogue member of another mafia family he had to work with on a daily basis. The Rinaldi family had been one of their closest allies for many years.

“Romeo?” The husky voice of a woman echoed through the halls. “Romeo?”

With a shove, he pushed his desk chair back and stood. There was so much to do before this weekend’s event, the Snowflake Ball, and everything had to be perfect. As if he didn’t have enough businesses to run, his sister talked him into buying her an event center in Lake Genoa, Wisconsin.

What the hell, it wasn’t her fault. He’d jumped at the chance to get out of the city. Maybe find a nice woman from a small town, one whose eyes lit up when he walked in the room. One who was interested in him for who he was as a man…not for
what
he was.

As if on cue, in walked one of the most beautiful women he knew. “There you are. Do you know how long I have been looking for you?” And she was one of the bossiest.

“I was in my office the whole time.”

She picked up his Armani suit coat that lay on the floor and folded it over a chair.

“That’s no excuse.” Her lips pouted and she leaned on one hip.

“What’s got you so upset? You look like you swallowed an olive pit.”

She tsked and let loose a string of Italian that would make a sailor cringe. “Never mind what I do or don’t swallow.”

Romeo cringed. Call him old-fashioned, but if there had been a convent to send his sister to, he’d do it in a heartbeat. It was either that or personally kill every man she went out with. “Valentina, what is it?” He stepped closer, placed both her hands in his, and stared into her tearful eyes.

“We have the ball in less than forty-eight hours,” she sputtered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Anything else?”

“There is so much to do and Andrea is missing.” Tears burst from her eyes and Romeo hugged his sister close. It wasn’t the ball that had her upset, it was Andrea. They were childhood friends, and her disappearing without a trace left them all worried. What if it had been Valentina who’d vanished? He’d torture any man to within an inch of their lives to find her.

His shirt still bore specks of blood from a friend of Diego’s they’d met up with last night. The guy had no clue where he or Andrea had gone.

Andrea could be at the bottom of a lake somewhere. But if there was even a chance she could be found, he’d make it happen. In a matter of minutes after Mario left, he’d had every man available looking for their friend.

According to Andrea’s father, Diego had been abusive to her. Something none of them had been aware of until the bridal shop owner where Andrea had gotten her dress convinced her to call it off. If he was a gambling man, it was a good bet the shop owner was next on Diego’s list. The guy was a psycho. Romeo made a mental note to find out who that woman was and send a guy over to keep an eye on her place. Diego enjoyed blowing shit up, so a bomb was not out of the question either.

Releasing Valentina from his arms, he placed his palm on her cheek. “You have my word. If she’s alive, I will find her. Either way, Diego is dead. That’s a promise.”

She shook off his hands and marched to stare out the window. “You should let me go after him.”

“You know I can’t do that.” His jaw tightened and he placed both hands on the desk.

“Why not? She’s my friend.” Her voice cracked.

“You are needed here.” Despite being a bombshell, Valentina was a tomboy. He grinned. She wanted to be a made man in the worst way and there was no way in hell that would ever happen. His sister had a tough exterior but her heart was as big as Lake Michigan. “I need you by my side Valentina. Now keep your chin up and go make sure all the deliveries have been made.”

Exhaling loudly, Valentina revolved around and stomped toward the door. “Yes, sir,” droned from her mouth. She always called him sir when she was pissed.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

Valentina stopped and set her hand on the doorknob.

“Did you make sure the owner of Bells and Bows received a special invitation to the party?” Roman turned and leaned against the desk.

“I made sure of it myself.” Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms behind her back. “So, are you planning your wedding?”

“Hell no.” He said a little too quickly and a little too loud. Valentina remained where she was. “No, hers was on the list of local businesses that I wanted to attend, but now I want to talk to the woman. See if she has any clues on Andrea.”

“Is that all?” She grilled, and amusement sparkled in her eyes. “You know Father wants you to find a bride soon.”

“Of course that’s all. What else would I have in common with a woman my mother’s age who sells wedding dresses?” He’d done his research, and the store was owned by a woman in her sixties.

“Oh, Romeo, sometimes you don’t know as much as you think you do.” For the first time today, she had a real smile on her face. He didn’t care why, but he figured he’d find out soon enough.