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Caroline*****My shift started out pretty busy. It was nice to focus on something other than my thoughts and interact with other normal people. I was starting to worry, Marshall's anti-social tendencies were wearing off on me. Except that I was already a little anti-social to begin with, so I couldn't fully blame him. He just enabled me by keeping me away from the general population. Damn him!About an hour and a half in, the crowd thinned out. I had just finished restocking the bathrooms and cleaning the floors when the door chimed. I dried my hands and hurried out to the register. Grace stood at the counter, leaning on her elbows. She blew a pink bubble from her lips with gum and arched a brow at me."Hey you," I said, stopping beside her. "Whatcha doing on your off day?"She shrugged and chomped away at her gum. She wore black denim cut-offs and a thin crop top that showed off her toned abdomen."Just wanted to check on you," she said. "Haven't seen my new bestie in awhile."I chu
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Marshall*****After I dropped off the Expedition at the house with all the shopping bags, I called Nuel."Boss," he answered."How are things at the warehouse? Any news?""Things are fine. The boys are sending out the arms shipment to New York. No news on the cousin yet."I raked a hand through my hair. "I'm headed to a meeting with some of Marcel's men. Send me an ETA for the shipment once it's out the door. The Italians appreciate transparency.""Yes, sir."I arrived at the popular Italian restaurant, LA PENTOLA, after a brief drive to the town over. This bistro was just one of many that Marcel and Raphael Gambo ran as part of their larger operation. Like myself, they dabbled in various industries to launder money from other illegal activities.As I entered Pentola and bypassed the hostess, I moved through the dining area and then kitchen. The staff eyed me warily until I disappeared behind a door with a keypad. A plume of cigar smoke hung in the air while I descended the dimly lit
The Psycho Mafia Chapter 29
Caroline*****I was back in Hell.I'd been stranded here enough times that the constant pain and grief shouldn't have even fazed me. It was like my life was the revolving door in a hotel lobby. People came and went. Some returned, some never did. But eventually, they all disappeared. I thought I could be happy this time. I thought the things that haunted me were finally evaporating.But here I was again. The pain increased ten folds each time I experienced another loss and I wondered how much more I could really take. How many more times could I glue myself back together and try to create a normal life?Something felt worse about it this time.Why would anyone want to murder Freya? Why would Valentina kill herself? Nothing made sense.I cried over their loss, at the empty spaces in the air now where they should have been. I cried at the agony of knowing Freya's smile or laugh would never fill my world again. I cried for the memories they'd never get to have, mistakes they'd never ge
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Caroline ***** I slurped on my near-empty iced coffee and earned a look from Nuel. Flashing him an apologetic smile, I opened the passenger door of Marshall's SUV and jumped inside. Nuel closed it after me and walked around to the driver door. My body and brain were truly exhausted. Shopping was not for the weak. I fastened the seatbelt over my lap and rested my head against the headrest with a sigh. Nuel slid in beside me without a word. He cranked the ignition and music played softly from the radio. I'd noticed today, during our last few hours together, that Nuel didn't like me. It was nothing he said or anything. I was sure Marshall would have his head removed if he was rude to me. But his face made this shape whenever he looked at or talked to me. Like my presence just annoyed the ever loving shit out of him. I didn't want to be annoying and I didn't want to waste his time. In general, I was used to being as invisible as possible to avoid attention of any kind. So it bothered
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Marshall ***** I felt like a kid again. So impressed, infatuated and carefree. There were no strings attached to my awe, no logic or thinking. Just feeling. Feelings, the thing only weak people experienced. The thing that made one vulnerable and exposed. The thing that made one forsake duty and obligation. Feelings always lead to failure which always results in punishment. So how then could I look at her with such naive wonder? How did I not quiver from that familiar burn of self-loathing? From knowing that I had lost control of myself? That I had rendered myself exposed to my enemies? It wasn't that I didn't know better. My father had beaten me enough times for just pausing at the storefront of a toy shop, for glancing too long at a bustling playground. I knew better but I no longer cared. One glance at my stunning angel and my senses abandoned me. She stripped me of all rational logic, reduced me to a state of pure instinct and desire. She was glowing, her fair skin shimmer
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Marshall*****My angel waded through the entrance of the golden-bathed foyer. Honey gold light radiated from enormous chandeliers overhead, glowing off the marble that covered the surface of every floor, pillar, stair, and wall. The space was mostly quiet except for the infrequent pitch of a voice from nearby, the ballroom probably."This is gorgeous," she murmured.I looked her over and felt the strongest urge to grab her by the supple swells of her hips. Curling my fingers into fists, I steeled myself from acting on impulse. I was used to being able to touch her, look at her, and speak to her as the sole object of my attention. It physically pained me to refrain from being closer to her.The amber light scattered across her honey-colored hair and painted her fair skin bronze. Her eyes were wide as they soaked our surroundings in."This place was a personal mansion for an oil magnate in the mid-twentieth century," I told her. "Once he died, his family turned it into a venue. They us
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Caroline*****If I heard the word "intern" one more time tonight, I was going to climb over the bar and chug an entire bottle of champagne.Okay not really, but I was at my wit's end.The worst part was that everyone was so freaking nice. I'd never had so many new people come up to me and start talking. As silly as it sounded, I felt like a celebrity. Was this how it felt to have so much attention? It would have been flattering except I didn't want to have real conversations with anyone. Because real life meant getting personal, and none of these people could really know me.Me, the high school senior. Me, the girl who shared a bed with their boss. Me, the alleged intern who actually had not learned a single damn thing about accounting.I had to rely on memories from my junior year personal finance class to get me through a few particularly curious employees.The only thing that made it bearable was seeing Marshall in action. He was incredible. His presence filled the room. He domina
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Marshall*****"It's under control."My teeth grinded together so hard I thought they'd break off my jaw. "What the fuck do you mean, 'it's under control?'" I snapped."She's safe. I'm with her."I had walked the entirety of the building, raided the women's bathroom, and scoured the premises. My angel wasn't here. I would've found her by now. It didn't miss my notice that Nuel was gone. I knew instantly their disappearances were related.Now that he was confirming that, blood lust filled my vision. I stomped over to the valet and snarled at the same boy who'd touched Caroline just hours prior. I wanted to jam my fist into his throat and rip out his vertebrae."And where the fuck are you?" I growled at Nuel through the phone."You know I'd never willingly defy you, boss," he said. "She's upset. She wanted to get away from you, and I could hardly talk her into getting in the car. I'll bring her back to the mansion when she's done.""Location or I'm going to your house and gutting your w
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Caroline*****My eyes were physically out of tears. They felt heavy and almost itchy from their dryness. I wished I could just close my eyes and rest them, but sleep was impossible.I glanced over at Uncle Sam, who was sitting in the driver's seat. He was staring at the road and didn't respond to my lingering gaze. We hadn't spoken much since he picked me up at the foot of Marshall's driveway. It certainly wasn't out of lack of interest on my part.I had so many questions about Marshall, about the FBI, about Freya's murder and my parents' death, and Sam's role in all of this. I just didn't have the heart to ask anymore. Only hours ago, Sam picked me up and brought me to a discreet FBI checkpoint in town where I was told by agents that Marshall was the leader of the Persian mafia. They'd been trying to catch him on drug charges for years now but had been unsuccessful in penetrating his ring. They told me it was extremely likely he was responsible for the death of my parents and tha
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Marshall*****I was still in the depths of sleep when the shrill ring of my cell phone pierced through my dreams of a beautiful blonde girl with kind eyes.Sighing, my hand extended to the nightstand where my phone was plugged in. I popped the cord out and sat up. I saw it was Nuel and cursed, shoving the sheets off of me."What?" I answered. My eyes flicked to the lump on the other side of the bed. Caroline remained peacefully asleep. I reached over to caress the curve of her side before stopping myself. I didn't want to wake her, especially given how late I'd kept her up.My fiancé. I still couldn’t believe she said yes, that it was official. I never once in my life imagined I would get married—certainly not of my own volition. She was the only person I knew capable of changing my mind. I was a stubborn fucker. But I also wasn’t willing to lose her.I'd have to make time today to get her a ring. I wanted to get her something special and meaningful. But also something fucking hug
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Caroline*****The first thing I noticed was the lingering soreness of my thighs and pelvis. Grimacing, I stretched through the pain.My right hand searched through the sheets. Finding only coolness, I leaned over and reached further. The emptiness struck me and I frowned. My eyes reluctantly peeled open to look around. Marshall wasn't in bed. His side was stone cold, as though he hadn't been here for a while. I didn't hear him moving around in the bathroom either. I sat up and instantly gasped at the spasm of pain in my thighs. Gritting my teeth, I threw the covers off of me. My breath caught.My abdomen and thighs were littered with hickeys and bruises. The man did a toll on my body last night. As soon as I agreed to marry him, it was like a switch flipped. He took me again in the bed a few times, then against the vanity in the bathroom, and twice more in the kitchen. I couldn't escape his massive cock or greedy fingers or ravenous lips. And because I was a little fucked in the
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Caroline*****His words hung between us like a wall of cracked glass. Marry me.I stared up into Marshall's impermeable black eyes. I never felt so distant from him. Yet, at the same time, he offered me more insight into his mind than he ever had.Some kind of emotional block held him back. He could admit to caring for me, but he wouldn't allow himself to call it 'love.' He was a tortured soul. I knew that early on. Our dynamic was fucked from the start. I was desperate to feel loved and wanted by someone. I was tired of feeling like a burden to those I loved. Marshall made me feel the way I always wanted to: wanted, desirable, sexy, trustworthy, worthy.So, could I really hate him?I couldn't. I was sick in the head for loving him and wanting to be with him, even when I knew he may never admit to loving me. But I would never pass up the opportunity to be with him. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to concede to his demands so easily."Marriage isn't something to casually throw aroun
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Caroline*****"You think?" I challenged her.My angel blinked up at me through her big, doe-shaped hazel eyes. Her lips parted in surprise.Leaning down, I stole another breath-taking kiss from her sweet mouth. I tweaked her nipple between two fingers and earned a small cry from her. My cock was already turning stiff again. "Marsh," she whined. "Tell me," I said, leaning over her so I could peer directly down into her eyes. "Do you love me or not?"She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. As it tugged free, the pink skin was glossy with her saliva. I stared helplessly at them. "You know I do," she whispered.My hand rubbed circles into her hip. We stared at each other without looking away, the air thick between us. "I have known for a while now," I told her. "The way you look at me . . . the way you touch me…" I rubbed my hand over the top of her thigh before tracing down to her warmth. Her curls tickled at my fingertips. I strummed my fingers through her slippery folds. Some o
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Caroline*****My stomach fluttered like one giant net filled with butterflies.Marshall's intense eyes focused directly on the walls ahead. His face was neutral but I could sense the tension coiled in his muscles as they carried me. I leaned into his chest with a small sigh. The fact that I was here, in his arms and in his house, partly surprised me. He knew about Greg but he was still here. He still wanted me. And as far as I could tell, he had no plans to murder me or Greg. Maybe he does love me, I mused. Despite the signs of his dedication and affection for me and my welfare, I knew I'd never believe it unless he directly said it. I often speculated on it all day and night but I never allowed myself to believe it. Just in case he didn't. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" I asked him. Marshall's unrelenting glare briefly broke form to glance down at me. "Thirteen." I couldn't help but choke on my next breath. 13?! I was fantasizing about Edward Cullen and po
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Marshall ***** Gold digger! Sugar daddies!! I wanted immediately to throttle this bitch. There was not a goddamn plane in all the worldly dimensions in which I would share my angel's sweet and supple skin. Caroline tightened her grip on my hand as I did an about-face. A thin girl with freckles and red hair glared at me with a smirk. "Name," I said. Her eyes flashed with interest. "Oh, did I say something you—" "Give me your fucking name," I growled. "A-Ally," she stuttered, blinking hard. "Ally what? Full goddamn name." "Ally Sa-Samson, sir." "Okay, Ally Samson—" Pressure on my arm drew my attention down to Caroline. Her eyes were wide, pleading. "Just ignore her," she said. "She's Greg's ex-girlfriend and she's convinced I'm trying to—" "THEY MADE OUT." Ally's face flushed crimson. Caroline ducked her face, letting out a muffled cry. I studied her closer and deciphered her body language. "Who made out?" I asked the girl in a clipped tone. "Caroline a-and Greg." I t
The Psycho Mafia Chapter 46
Caroline*****My entire body felt like jello.Partly because Marshall fingered the hell out of me this morning. But mostly because I was about to step into the gates of adulthood.My high school career ended today.Tomorrow, I could get a full-time job. I could apply to college. I could get knocked up and have a baby.Just kidding.I could barely take care of myself, much less a whole ass other person.Still, the looming thoughts about losing my v-card tonight made my overthinking brain consider all the repercussions.Sex was pleasure but also STIs and pregnancy and pain. Or so I'd heard.I wasn't afraid to lose my virginity. There was no other person on the planet I wanted near my body but Marshall Brown. I think my behavior over the last few weeks made that more than apparent.Jesus, I'm embarrassed.Some of it I blamed on hormones. I couldn't help that being near him made all logic and rational sense fly out of my metaphorical and literal core.His presence absorbed every fiber of
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Caroline *****I didn't realize we were already outside until Marshall firmly stopped me on the curb.He reached around me to open the car door.My focus was so scattered from all the sexual tension and desire that I failed to take in the vehicle.Only as I gathered my dress to slide through the door did I notice the vehicle's shape was strange—unusually long and polished perfectly.My hands flew to my mouth."A limo?" I gasped. My eyes jumped to Marshall's smug expression."Only the best for my angel," he said.My face scrunched in what I knew was about to be an all-out ugly cry. I'd never been in a limo. Hell, I'd never even been in the general vicinity of one.Sniffling, I ducked my head and slipped into the back of the limo.The interior was all black leather. A disco ball spun from the ceiling and some kind of upbeat jazz blared through the speakers. Grinning, I settled onto a seat. Across from my legs was a silver bucket nestled into the back of the seat. I reached over to pu
