BOOK #2 MARINOS' MAYHEM SERIES A large, strong hand grabbed Jayce by the neck, slamming him face-first into the wall. A weight pressed against his back, pinning him in place, while a thick cock pressed against his ass. A thick, husky voice groaned into his ear. "You have three seconds to decide: be mine, or die with them?" "Please, please don't make me choose," Jayce pleaded, feeling his life flash before his eyes. "One. Two..." Jayce gritted his teeth when he felt a hand pulling his pants down, leaving his ass bare. "I can't be with you, Renato," he yelled, fighting for dominance. "My duty is to bring you down, not to fall for you." Renato grinned, biting down on his ear. "Nothing ever stops me from getting what I want, Sweetcheeks. So, what's it going to be?" * •—• * What do you get when you mix work, pleasure, and affection together? Jayce Beckett, desperately in need of the bonus pay to fund his nephew's surgery, took over an undercover task to bring down the most dangerous mafia organization in Italy. The task seemed easy, or so he thought. What would he do when his cover got blown and the only way to survive was to date the mafia boss who had eyes for him? He either had to fall in love or get buried by Renato Marino, the infamous mafia boss who was known for not giving anyone a second chance.
View MoreRENATO MARINO I watched in horror as Jayce was pushed out of the window, his body plummeting three stories to the ground. My breath caught in my throat, my mind racing, as I felt my legs turn to stone. He landed with a deafening crash on the concrete floor, his chest slamming against a jagged metal edge. Panic gripped me as his body went still, he seemed lifeless.A wave of intense anger and rage washed over me as I stared at the almost lifeless body on the floor, my mind stubbornly superimposing Aspen's face onto Jayce's stilled form. The resemblance was uncanny, and my brain seemed to be wired to conflate the two, making it impossible for me to see Jayce's features. Instead, I saw Aspen's lifeless eyes, his pale skin, and the pool of blood spreading from his head. The memories of our tumultuous past came flooding back, and I felt like I was reliving the pain of losing him all over again. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred, and for a moment, I was convinced that it wa
JAYCE BECKETT As soon as Renato left with his nephews, I received a text from Chief Strand, requesting a meeting with him later. The message was brief, with no details or context, which sparked my curiosity. Was it related to the files I had sent? Had he discovered something? Was my mission already over? The uncertainty of the meeting gnawed at me, leaving my mind uneasy."Keep your eyes open," Salvio barked, his voice low and urgent. "There's an order from the boss for us to stay on our toes, nothing must go wrong."I rolled my eyes as the underlings quickly took their positions, their movements almost robotic. Were they seriously that intimidated by Salvio? "You!" he barked, his voice sharp and commanding. I looked up, and his gaze locked onto mine, his eyes straining with an intensity that made me feel uneasy. I pointed a finger at my chest, questioning. "Me?""Yes, Jake," he said, his voice firm, crunching his nose in a way that seemed almost... disapproving. "Come with me."
RENATO MARINO After exchanging one last look with Salvio, a look that conveyed my urgent need for vigilance and ensured nothing went awry, I entered the room with my nephews, closing the door behind me. My hand instinctively patted my pocket for my gun, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized it wasn't there. I had given it to Jayce, which meant he was safe – at least, that was some comfort. I had enough on my mind that morning, and I didn't need to worry about him too. Not today."Where's Nikola?" I asked as soon as I settled into my seat on the couch, snagging a cigarette from Marcelo in the process. I just couldn't shake off the craving for a smoke; without one, I might actually lose my grip on sanity. My nephews were in danger, and my asshole brother wouldn't lift a finger to help his own sons.Giovanni grumbled as he moved away from the window, covering his nose in distaste as I puffed out smoke. "Niko's still at the hospital; he'll join us later.""Is his husba
JAYCE BECKETT My heart was pounding hard against my chest, my ears twitched nervously, and my eyes darted back and forth between my phone and the front door as my thumbs flew across the keyboard at an incredible speed. I had no idea that the flash drive I found carelessly discarded on the carpet floor of Renato's car the previous day contained files that could serve as crucial evidence to take him down. However, I was stuck, unsure what was inside those large files or how to access them before sending them to Chief Strand. The files were heavily encrypted with codes that someone like me couldn't possibly crack. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, counting down the seconds until the files finished transferring to my phone, anxiously aware that Renato could walk out the door and catch me at any moment."Fuck! Please..." I whispered, my breathing ragged as I shifted my gaze from my phone to the front door for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. My breath caught in my throa
RENATO MARINO There was no other explanation for this; I had lost my fucking mind. When my eyes landed on the lingerie displayed on the mannequin, all I wanted to do in that moment was drag Jayce to a corner and put it on him.The red bra would look fucking sexy on his athletic build, and I couldn't help but imagine his nipples poking out of the delicate holes at the front. And the panties? Fuck!The lace panties were another story altogether - the mere thought of them sent shivers down my spine. All I wanted was to see his arousal straining against the see through fabric of the panties. I pictured Jayce on his knees between my legs, clad only in the lingerie I had carefully selected for him. His eyes would lock onto mine, burning with lust and desire, his cheeks flushed with passion. I would gently insert a finger into his mouth, and he would gratefully suck on it, as if savoring his best meal.But my finger wouldn't be enough, because Jayce would be my slut. My bad, fucking slu
JAYCE BECKETT An hour later, the car came to a halt in front of a high-rise building, and Renato killed the engine, turning to face me.Fortunately, he had gotten his wound treated, in the backseat of his car about thirty minutes ago, and he had changed into a clean shirt. I wondered how his car could housed a lot of things like that. I guessed he had always been prepared for a day like today where he would need an emergency medical support and a change of clothes.Renato reached forward, smoothing out the wrinkle between my eyebrows as I arched my eyebrows at him."Do you have anyone at home waiting for you?" He asked in that gentle voice that betrayed how criminal like he was looking earlier with blood seeping from his hand, soaking his shirt.Renato still looked somewhat dangerous now which his white hair stained with blood, but he looked much more presentable than he was earlier when I found him in that room."Why...?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"I searched his
JAYCE BECKETT I knew I had messed up the moment Renato caught me inside that building. I had expected him to lash out, maybe even use violence to punish me for disobeying him. But he didn't do anything. Instead, he had barely managed to get me out of that building before the man in charge approached us to talk to Renato.Later, Renato joined me in the car and ordered me to take the passenger seat. He didn't utter a word to me as he drove us away from the building. I wasn't curious about what the man had said to him, or if the man had seen me walking out of the house. All I wanted was to hear Renato's voice, even if it was angry and stern.What was his problem, anyway? If he was so angry with me, why couldn't he just yell at me and get it over with? What was he so upset about?"Boss," I said finally, breaking the silence. My eyes drifted to his bloody shirt, and I felt a pang of concern. "You're bleeding a lot."Renato's response was a nonchalant shrug, his eyes never leaving the ro
RENATO MARINO "Sasha..." I said into the phone, gazing out the window and glaring at the black SUV that Sasha had been ushered into. "Why didn't you tell me you had a pending dispute that you hadn't resolved yet with him?" I paced back and forth in the empty room, tugging at my hair and yanking it angrily as I waited for my brother's response."Why did you attend the Sit-Down without letting me know?" My brother's angry yell boomed through the phone.Fuck!Is that all he was concerned about?"What?" I scoffed, clenching my teeth. "Do you really think I'm here because I wanted to?"I never wanted to be a part of the commission. Ever."You've always wanted what's mine, Renato. You've always had your eyes on it," my brother snapped, and I felt my shoulders sag. I moved the phone closer to my face to make sure I was indeed talking to my brother. My eyebrows drew together in confusion when I confirmed that it was, in fact, my brother on the other end of the line.How can he talk to me l
JAYCE BECKETT Getting a hard-on inside Renato's car, parked in the underground garage of a mafia-infested mansion in Vineyard Hills, probably wasn't the smartest idea.The fading scent of Renato Marino lingered in the car, messing with my head. It wrapped around my throat, and my cock was caught in its grip. I shouldn't be getting turned on while on a mission, but my cock seemed to have a mind of its own. I couldn't blame it, though - the lack of sex had been really screwing with both of our heads."Stay in the car and wait here for me. Don't even think of getting out of the car. Be a good boy and follow my orders." That was all Renato said to me before disappearing into that scary-looking mansion about three hours ago. There has been no sign of him since, and I haven't received any signal that might indicate what's going on inside.I wanted to go inside, hoping to gather some information. However, Renato's earlier warning to stay in the car seemed personal, as if he was trying to
JAYCE BECKETT There are only two ways to catch a criminal: you either offer yourself as a bait to catch them, or wait until they get bored of playing hide and seek and surrender themselves. However, experience shows that the former is more likely, while the latter is unlikely to happen. Not even in a million years.As I crouched in the dimly lit alley, my heart clenched in my chest, and my lungs constricted, making every breath a struggle. The fuzzy dizziness that clouded my brain threatened to overwhelm me, leaving my fingers numb and unresponsive. But I gritted my teeth, fighting to maintain focus. My gun remained poised, my back straight, and my feet planted firmly on the ground.Suddenly, I detected light footsteps behind me. I swiftly turned, gun at the ready, my finger hovering over the trigger. My training kicked in, and I assessed the potential threat. But as I locked eyes with the figure emerging from the shadows, I lowered my gun, relief washing over me. It was Agent Col...
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