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To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Tell Me You Remember
πππππππVANESSAThe hand James had on my waist began to travel down and over my hip, making its way down my thigh. I was so overwhelmed by the sensation that I struggled to breathe normally. "Tell me you remember when you wrapped your legs around me, permitting me to fuck you bare. When I impaled you with my cock and you begged me to keep still while your body adapted to the feeling of having a real man inside you." God, I remember. I remembered all of it. I remembered how my body was on the edge of bursting into flames. How the pain and the pleasure mixed into the most intense decadence my body had ever experienced and threatened to burn me into embers of desire. He leaned closer, his spicy scent giving life to all those memories. "Tell me you remember coming around my cock. Tell me you remember how I pulsed my orgasm all over your warm, sweaty skin." Oh, sweet baby Jesus. There was no way in hell I could have stopped myself. I jerked forward and pressed my lips ha
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Say You Are Mine
πππππJAMESI swept my tongue hard and fast through her mouth before finally withdrawing my hand from between her legs and jumping out of the car. I opened her door. "Get out and make sure you get your ass in my apartment within the next ten seconds." And, true as fuck, we were in my apartment within ten seconds. Clothes were ripped and torn and tossed everywhere while we desperately tried to keep our mouths glued together. Our need for each other was so damn strong, that I could feel it in every bone of my body, pulsing, growing, aching like a motherfucker. "I want you in my bed, princess," I whispered when we were both finally naked and ready. She yelped when I swept her into my arms and carried her down the hall. Having her skin against mine felt so right, all I could think about was how I'd be able to keep her against me, with me, for-fucking-ever. The second I put her down on her feet, she glanced at the wallβa very bare wall. I knew what she was looking for, and
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Little Lamb
πππππ JAMES"Vanessa," I heard myself moan as I sped up, going as deep as possible, but still not taking my eyes off hers. "I want to come inside you. I need to make you mine in every way." It was the plea of a desperate man, trying my best to mark her, to claim her in every goddamn way possible. If I could tie her to me and never let go, I would. But this was the closest I'd ever get to owning her completely. A tear slipped down the side of her face, and she placed her palms on my cheeks, her gaze on mine. "Yes," she replied before pulling me down and pressing her mouth against mine. The warmth of her mouth, the heat of her body, and the slickness of her orgasm coating every inch of me were enough to send me to the motherfucking peak of the most intense release I had ever had in my entire goddamn life. For the first time, I knew what it felt like to be alive, to be connected to someone. With my cock as deep as it could go, I came inside herβhard. The severity, the strong
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | What The Fuck Just Happened?
πππππ JAMESWhat the fuck? "No," Vanessa breathed out, her fear echoing in her voice. "What the fuck are you talking about, Morello?" I balled my fists, trying my best to remain calm. If I learned anything during my time in the force, it was that anger didn't help one fucking bit when you were on the receiving end of a gun. "She didn't tell you?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "She's mine, Detective. I claimed her four years ago when she spread her legs for me with a single snap of my fingers." Vanessa gasped, and tears started to stream down her face, her entire body shaking. "Please stop, Enzo." I stepped forward. "Take your hands off her, or I swear to God I will kill you." "Tsk, tsk, tsk. A cop shouldn't go around tossing threats freely. You could get into a lot of trouble for that." "And aiming a gun at someone's head? You can go to prison for that." He laughed maniacally. "Who, me? No. I assure you, Detective, I have every avenue covered when it comes
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Not Even The Devil Himself
πππππππVANESSAEnzo pulled his hand from between my legs, but my body remained rigid. With a grin on his face, he brought his finger up to his nose, inhaling deeply. I fought to keep myself from gagging at the sight. "You will marry me, Vanessa. You will give me what I've always wanted, and that's you on your knees at my feetβ¦every goddamn day for the rest of your life." More chills wracked my body. I felt physically ill, and the need to vomit was almost uncontrollable. Maybe I should throw up. Maybe if I did I would wake up from this nightmare.With all the strength I had left in me, I grounded out, "I'll do no such thing, Enzo. There is no way in hell you can make me marry you." "Oh, I can." He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, flipped over the screen, and held it in front of my face. When the video started playing, I gasped and placed my hand in front of my mouth. I had to swallow back the bile that was pushing up my throat as I watched the video he and h
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Daddy's Little Labdog
πππππ JAMESI hunched over and placed my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. "Enzo. He took her." Daniel leaped forward and grabbed me by the collar, his eyes shooting fiery daggers right at my forehead. "Where the fuck is she?" "I told you. Enzo took her. That's why I'm here." "What do you mean, he took her?" I jerked his hands away from my collar. "Just what I said. We were in front of my apartment, and he appeared out of fucking nowhere, shoved her into the back of a car, and left." Daniel stepped back. "What was she doing with you in front of your apartment?" I kept my eyes on him, knowing all too well I was about to fucking throw myself to the wolves. Yeah, I went there. "She was with me." His dark eyebrows drew together. "Doing what?" Silence. The heaviest goddamn silence surrounded us, and the second Daniel realized my not replying was his answer, he dropped the longest string of f-bombs I'd heard in a while. "Goddammit!" He crouched with his
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | The Bigger Picture
πππππππ VANESSAMy hand was on my burning cheek as I righted myself, biting back my tears. Enzo might hit me, but he would never break me. "Did you show me any respect the night you defiled my body?" He raised his eyebrows. "Defiled? Oh, my dear Vanessa, if I remember correctly, you loved everything I did to your body that night. Would you like me to show you the little homemade video again? How your face lit up when I gave you your very first orgasm with my cock buried inside that sweet little pussy of yours?" The wry, wolfish grin on his face made my stomach turn, and I realized it didn't matter what I said or did. I was stuck here, and there was no way Enzo was going to let me go. For years, the war between us and the Morellos had been raging, and I was now the ultimate weapon Enzo intended to use in destroying my familyβ¦my father. He knew I would never allow him to show that tape to anyone. It would kill my father to see images of his only daughter willingly being fuck
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Prized Possession
πππππJAMES"So, there is a thing between you and our little sister." Antonio wasn't asking. Under normal circumstances, I'd probably try to deny it, knowing I risked getting my balls cut off. But these weren't normal circumstances, and I cared more about Vanessa than keeping my balls attached to my body. Yeah, pussy-whipped did not even begin to cover it. "Listen, man," I started, not backing down an inch, "I know you have your rules and whatnot, but yeah, there is something between me and Vanessa, and I don't care if you approve or not. It's happening. And nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop me from finding her. Not you or your goddamn rules." Both brothers stared at me, not saying a word. For the first time in my career, my detective instincts failed me, because I had no fucking clue what to expect from them next. I glanced at Antonio. "And as your brother said earlier, let's find Vanessa first, then we can kill each other, okay?" No answer. "Good. Now that we u
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To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | To The Ends Of The Earth
ππππππ DANIEL Antonio took a seat beside me, his eyes fixed on Luca chasing the birds. "You two have been spending a lot of time here lately." "Yeah. Luca loves the garden." Antonio placed his hand on the bench and then glanced around. "I love what you did with it. You know," he waved around, "the whole re-doing of the back garden." I snorted. "Re-doing?" "You know what I mean." "Yeah, well. You should thank our little sister for that. She did all this." "Our sister will make a good mother someday." "She sure will." Vanessa was a godsend through all this. Luca had immediately taken to her, and even though she couldn't fully take his mother's place, she had done a fine job being a substitute while he adapted to his new surroundings. New family. "How is he doing?" Antonio asked while watching Luca play. I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. "He misses her." "That's to be expected." "I just wish I knew how long it was going to take." Antonio placed his hand on
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Chaos And Mayhem
ππππππ DANIEL "Dad!" Antonio yelled. "Dad, no!"Thunder. Lightning. Gunshots. Mayhem.All I could do was watch as my father let out his last breath, life being ripped out of him within a single moment. And then I howled. I fucking cried out as reality slowly started to infuse me with the excruciating pain of watching my father die. This was not how it was supposed to go down. My father dying was not part of the fucking plan. I was the one ready to die for the people I loved. I wasn't ready for anyone else to die except the fuckers who thought they had the power to play God with all our lives.I looked up, sound starting to return, the chaos and mayhem pulling me back to the here and now. And then I saw her. Layla. Her limp body was being dragged by the man who is about to die by my hand."Mato!" I roared, and then I was on my feet, running toward them.He struggled to get Layla in the car, and when he aimed his gun in my direction, it was too late. I was already there, knockin
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Save Her
ππππππ DANIEL The sound of an approaching car momentarily grabbed my attention, and I bit down on my cheeks as I watched it near us. Even though my attention was on the car, I was hyperaware of every man currently taking part in this standoff.Stefano righted himself and straightened the sleeves of his jacket. "It seems you're having difficulty accepting that Layla has moved on with my son. Maybe he can convince you."The car stopped, and my heart beat wildly inside my chest as I watched Mato get out. If hate had a moment in time, this would be it.The sight of his ugly motherfucking face made me want to rip out his goddamn spine through his throat. It took every shred of self-control not to end him right there and then.My hand itched, the weight of my gun at my back making me aware of how much I wanted to put a bullet in his skull. And the smug grin he had on his face as he got out of the car made the urge to kill him even stronger.Matteo inhaled deeply. "Ah. There's nothin
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Done With This Shit
ππππππ DANIEL Harbawo wasn't a place I visited often. One thing my grandfather used to say was you never shit where you ate. Something the Morellos had no idea about. They still had a lot to learn.Our shipments never came through Harbawo Harbor. In fact, we never used the same port twice in a row. It was always scattered around. Different ports. Different shipping lines. Different times of day or night. And different routes.We'd never claimed to be saints. To some people, there was no such thing as a big or small sin. Wrong was wrong. But in my opinionβ¦ who in the name of ever-loving fuck thought that way? How could one argue there was no scale when it came to wrongdoing? That was like saying a rapist had done equal wrong as the man who cheated on his wife. Bullshit. No matter who said what, I believed sin could be measured. And it was because of this I knew the Morellos were far higher on the wrongdoing scale than we were.Yes, we bought illegal firearms.Yes, we sold illeg
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Mine To Defile
πππππLAYLAI watched as Mato's smug grin turned arrogant. "See, I helped you, and I was smart about it too.""What did you pay him?" I glared at him. "What did you pay my father to write that fucking letter?"He cocked his head, his gaze sweeping from my neck, to my lips, to my eyes. "I paid him more than he would make in two lifetimes." He licked his lips. "And it was worth every cent because now you're mine. Mine to take care of, and mine to defile."Bile crept up my throat, and my chest burned with equal parts disgust and craving. "All you know how to do is destroy lives.""Sometimes the strong need to eliminate the weak to thrive."I almost laughed in his face. "Strong? Do you think you're strong? What, by turning an innocent woman into an addict? By taking her son away from her? Are those the actions of a strong man? An honorable man?"The corners of his lips twitched, a malicious sneer forming on his ugly motherfucking face. "Who said anything about honorable?"Disgust fil
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Reluctant Pawn
πππππLAYLAMato and I sat silently as we drove to the Morellos mansion. The very thought that I was going back to that hell hole made me feel sick to my stomach.For the last three months, I had been held there against my will. None of this was my decision. I didn't want any of this. But my forced addiction hadn't given me any choice. Mato had dangled that needle in front of my face like a goddamn red cloth to a bull. And by the victorious smirk plastered on his face the entire time, he knew he had the upper hand."You knew I was with him." I didn't look at him."I did.""Why didn't you come for me?"He huffed out a laugh. "Oh, my dear Layla. I knew you'd come back." He removed a pouch from his jacket pocket. "I have what you need."My heart pounded against my ribs, every vein in my body swelling, craving, burning with the need for the toxin. I licked my lips as I stared at the pouch, sweat trickling down my back. The painful stomach spasms intensified, and anxiety made it incre
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Collateral Damage
ππππππ DANIELMy heart was in my throat as Antonio swallowed as if the words were struggling to come out. "While he held herβ¦""Well?" I was growing impatient. "Spit it out!" "While Mato held herβ¦ he got her addicted to heroin." I thought my heart had stopped before, but I was wrong. Now I knew what it meant to have a heart eruption. I could feel the blast through every fiber of my being. "I don't understand," I whispered. My voice sounded broken. Kat stood. "My sister is now an addict, Daniel. He forced her to take the drugs so he could control her." For a few seconds, I allowed the words to sink in. I allowed it to settle in the pit of my stomach, to stew with the rage I had been feeling all morning. And then I grabbed the first thing I could find, a glass decanter, and threw it against the wall. The sound of my scream together with the shattering glass hit the roof with excruciating resonance. "Daniel, you need to calm down." I shot a warning glare at my brother. "Do n
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | The Bitter Truth
ππππππ DANIEL My heart almost stopped at my father's words. "Is Layla hurt?""No. No, it's not like that."I scowled. "Then what?"The old man stopped and looked up at the roof. "Your brother and Lucio had a run-in with some of the Morellos men." He turned to face me. "It didn't end so well.""Meaning it turned into a bloodbath." It wasn't a question. When things didn't end well, it usually meant someone died. "Antonio and Lucio okay?""Yes. They're fine."Nothing about his demeanor gave me the impression that everyone was fine. The grim look on his face, the way his shoulders were slumped forward said to me that I wasn't going to like the next part of this fucking story."What happened?"He took a deep breath. "I think it best you wait for Antonio to get here."What theβ¦? "Are you telling me Antonio is on his way back here? Jesus Christ, the fucker has balls, I'll give him that." I stormed to the bedroom door. "He better has Layla with him if he wants to live to see another d
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Civil War
πππππLAYLAAntonio scoffed at my words before replying, "As my brother said the other day, we've been at war with the Morellos for years now." I turned in my seat, determined to get my point across. "If I don't go back, Mato won't stop until he's destroyed everyone I love." "But this isn't about you, Layla. It's about Daniel. About us. It's never been about you. You are just a pawn he's using to put our family in checkmate. It's Daniel they want to destroy. It's our family they want to wipe out. Even if you go back and give your life in order to stop all of this, it won't. It will never stop." "I know this war between you and the Morellos will probably never end, but I will no longer be used as a weapon to torture Daniel. You and I both know that Daniel will put himself in harm's way as long as Mato has me. Your brother will never stop, and I've been the cause of Daniel's pain for too long." I shook my head as tears welled up. "No more. No more, Antonio. I can't do it anymore
