WARNING: This book contains Explicit scenes and Adult languages đ This novel contains steamy crime saga and possessive Mafia romance collection featuring hardcore taboo , sex with Dad's best friend, age_gab erotica, naughty , dirty and filthy romances ____ "W_ we... can't, Ashton." His tongue seeks entry as his hands roam from my waist to my lower back, pulling my body tighter against his. "What are you doing?" I ask. In lieu of answering, he puts his mouth on me, his talented tongue licking up and down the length of my seam. "Oh, God," I moan, as he takes me higher and higher . "Don't stop. I'm cuming..." _____ Molly's life takes an unexpected turn when her business was threatened. Then a guy comes in, trying to rob her, daring to take it away from her. Her home. Her life. Hell no will she let her livelihood be threatened. No one knows what she have done to build this life for herself. Except he might. Ashton Walden, a man she remember from when they were kids. Even back then she could tell how dangerous he would be one day. Heâs now the head of the Walden mafia family, and Molly's father is so in debt to them that they practically own him. Molly and her Dad are estranged and she want nothing to do with him or his debt, but the day after the attempted robbery, she donât wake up in the hospital. she wake up in Ashton Waldenâs home. And he drops a bomb on her. If she want her livelihood back, she need to earn it back. And thus begins their cruel arrangement.
View MoreâHe has a point. You got shot four times.ââSix times, actually.â I touched the spots on my body like a prayer. âDrive-by shooting. It was apparently meant for him, but I stepped out of the house at the wrong time, and boom. They decided to settle for his daughter instead.ââThatâs not supposed to happen,â Mona said, frowning. âWeâre not supposed to be fair game.ââItâs not a game to them though, to guys like that. Those assholes donât care if weâre innocent or not. Theyâll hurt us if it gets them what they want.ââIâm sorry that happened to you.âI waved it away and stared out over the yard. I didnât remember much from the aftermath, but I remembered it happening vividly: the black truck that pulled up, the guns that appeared in the windows, the way I screamed, the pain as it flared, the weird, almost calm knowledge that I was going to die. Then black, then waking up in the hospital, in pain, very, very angry, and all the rehabilitation, the surgery, the bullshit. It took months to g
Amber After that very strange, but surprisingly good night out at the bar, I did my best to hide from him for the next couple days. When we were sitting at the bar, our legs touching slightly, I felt it: that tingle down my spine, that buzz on my lips. We ate, he asked about me, made me laugh, and toward the end of the night, our fingers touched as we reached for the check, and I stared into his eyes, and I knew in that moment that if heâd kissed me, right then and there at the bar, I wouldâve kissed him back. We walked back together, said goodnight, and Iâve been hiding from him ever since. I should hate him. I donât understand what the heck would attract me to a guy like that. He robbed a man in front of me for fun. I hated that sort of thing, hated men that bragged about crime and thought it was exciting, hated that sort of macho arrogant crap most of all, and yet somehow, he was different. He didnât seem to take himself too seriously, and he made jokes all the time, and of cou
I walked along the bar toward a large man up near the door. He was on the way to the restrooms, so I had a good excuse to pass him. I exaggerated my sway, just a little bit, making myself look drunker than I was. The guy had a goatee, a double chin, and a tiny sprout of hair at the top of his head. I noticed the Rolex first, then the way he leaned toward a much younger, much prettier girl and grinned at her with a creepy hunger in his eyes, and Iâd watched him down three drinks since Iâd started my first. He was rich, he was trying to impress a girl, and he was drunk, which made him ideal.It wasnât a complicated maneuver. Amber stared at me, wild and ready to get up and chase me down, so I hurried a little bit. I turned the corner toward the restrooms and bumped into the guy, grunting as I did it loudly. My hand slipped into the pocket of the jacket he had hung on his chairâ found nothing.âShit, sorry,â I grunted, and slipped my hand into his pants pocket. It was tricky, but they we
âTo our night out,â I said.She smiled, met my toast, and sipped her drink. âThis place isnât so bad.ââYou got a lot of spots like this back home?âShe shook her head. âI didnât come to fancy places like this. Iâm more of a dive bar girl myself.ââFunny, Iâm the same way. South Philly is filled with little holes in the wall, bars that have been there for generations. Some real cheap, trashy places, but you can get good and drunk and see the boys from the neighborhood there, so itâs not so bad.ââPhillyâs a weird place. It seems so small, you know?ââItâs old. Not built in an ideal spot. Didnât sprawl out like the newer cities. Chicagoâs kind of that way too.ââI guess thatâs true. I like it though. Itâs got character.ââThatâs what I think. Phillyâs got everything you could want, and itâs cheaper than most other cities, plus itâs a lot smaller, so you can get around way easier.ââIf youâre trying to get me to move here permanently, I think Iâm sold.âI laughed. âIâm not sure youâd wa
Ren At first, the job wasnât so bad. I hung around that big house, watched TV when I felt like it, bothered Amber when I got bored, and kept out of Monaâs way as much as I could. Things were quiet for a while, but after a few days it started to get real old, real quick. Amber wasnât happy. That got pretty obvious by the fiftieth time she told me to go fuck off. Not that I minded if she told me to go to hell, to be totally honestâI sort of liked that she pushed back against me. The girl had spirit, she was a goddamn handful, but I could tell something hung over her. I kept thinking about those fresh-looking scars on her body, so like the bullet wound scars Iâd seen on countless other guys, and had a couple myself, but that made no sense. I couldnât imagine what a girl like her would be doing with bullet scars. One night, Mona decided to head into the city. Amber watched her go like a sad puppy, and I knew she wanted to go with her, if only to escape the house for a little while. I l
I climbed out of the water, intensely away of his eyes on my body. He was a good-looking guy, muscular but trim, with light eyes and dark hair slicked back. His pouty lips wouldâve made a younger version of myself swoon, but I was over all that, over and done with it. I felt self-conscious, though, and realized that some of my scars were visibleâ the two on my leg, and the one on my shoulder. I quickly walked to my towel and grabbed it, wrapping it around myself, but too late. I caught him looking with a thoughtful frown. âWe should set up some ground rules, if weâre going to do this for real.â He looked at me and shrugged. âAll right. You played along with me, so Iâll play along with you. Give and take, the bedrock of any healthy relationship.â I doubted heâd ever been in a healthy relationship, but I didnât say that out loud. âWhen Iâm swimming, you canât sit there and watch me.â âFair enough.â âAnd you canât follow me around all the time.â âThatâd make me a shitty bodyg
Amber Vincent hustled me out to his house in Mt. Airy the next day, accompanied by my hired goon babysitter. I ignored him. It wasnât easy though. He was a big guy, broad shoulders, stubble on his face and chin, but he held himself with this strange grace that I couldnât totally understand. He commanded a room, and I kept sneaking glances in his direction, and caught him looking back at me, seemingly unashamed at being caught. I didnât know what his deal was, but it annoyed the hell out of me, and drove me wild at the same time. The Mt. Airy house was Vincentâs wifeâs place, a nice, pretty girl named Mona. She met us out front in black pants and a white button-down shirt. She was a few years older than me, with dark hair cut short, and dark brown eyes. She smiled, hugged me, glanced at Ren, then held me by the shoulders. âYou must be Amber. Vince told me all about you.â âYeah?â I asked, smiling a little, trying to ignore the way Ren loomed behind me. âI hope itâs all good thin
âIf youâre asking me to fight your war, Iâm not interested.â He shook his head and held up his hands. âSomething simpler, actually. Thereâs a girl that came to live with me, daughter of a capo in the Chicago family. She went through something recently, theyâre having their own problems out there, and she was sent here to get away from the heat. Unfortunately, things are getting hot around here now, too.â I thought of the girl Iâd seen with the long dark hair and the intense expression. She mustâve been twenty, maybe a little older. It mustâve been the same girl he was talking about. âNot sure what she would have to do with me.â âI need you to be her bodyguard.â I let that sink in for a second then burst out laughing. He stared at me, eyes hard and cold, and I knew this wasnât a jokeâbut it had to be. I wasnât a bodyguard. I was a thief, and the occasional thug. I had a reputation for myself, sure enough, but nobody entrusted a life in my handsâmuch less the life of a young, bea
When Vince came calling, I had to answer. The Leone family was the largest mafia in Philadelphia, and I was still an independent guy, working all my jobs alone. I was happiest that way, and didnât want to get tangled up by the Leones, but their money was good and the job was simple: track down a couple goons and beat the ever-loving shit out of them. I brought Floyd along and offered to split the pay sixty-forty. He thought it was an even split, but shit, thatâs on him for not asking. âEither way. I hope they got the message.â Vincent smiled and clapped me on the shoulder, the one with the knife wound, and I grimaced. He had the good manners to look a little embarrassed before turning to Floyd. âThanks for the assistance. Iâm sure Ren will have your money soon.â âWhen I get paid, he gets paid,â I said, nodding. âVery good.â Vincent squeezed my shoulder. âI actually have another job for you, if youâd be willing to talk?â I hesitated. I really didnât want to get too involved. The Le
MOLLYI had a problem.I was pointing a gun at a guy with green makeup on his face, and I kept thinking how he looked like that goblin guy from one of those superhero movies. A bubble of laughter was coming up in my sternum. I tried stopping it, I did, but once it was past my throat, it was hopeless.I bent over, my gun still in the air, and the laughter was kapoosh! Totally coming out of me.I winced, hearing a note of hysteria on the edge of it.âMolly!â That was my employee who was on the ground, his arms folded behind his head as he lay on his stomach, and I could hear how horrified he was.I raised my head back up, steadied my arm, and cleared my throat. âLetâs review the changes that just happened here. YouââI shook my gun, indicating the green guyââcame in here, to my bowling alley, to rob us. Correct?âHe had a rifle aimed at me, and it was at this point I realized how crazy I really was.Like, seriously crazy.A rifle against my handgun. And I was laughing.I was verging on l...
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