Traded To The Mafia [Dark Possessive Mafia Romance]

Traded To The Mafia [Dark Possessive Mafia Romance]

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Anateya Berretta had her entire life mapped out. Get good grades, get her MBA, and take over her papi's security company as his sole heir. However, papi messed up and now she was a bargaining chip held hostage by New York's No. 1 Mafia Lord. It certainly didn't help that she'd met the man before, and yearned for him like no other. Romero Bartolone was at the peak of his rule when he lost his favorite casino in an organized attack. Now he was out one billion, with countless elitists jonesing for the returns on their backdoor investment. She was only supposed to be a hostage, but he couldn't stay away from the alluring light inside her that called to his darkness. First things first, a debt was owed-- and if someone had to pay-- why not her? Besides, she was entangled in the game of the underground now, and he was the only monster who could keep her safe. Still, with dangers lurking all around, they remain vulnerable in the most high-stakes game of all, the game of hearts. And he'd burn the world... so as long as he didn't lose. [Nb: This is a dark romance book intended for mature audiences. Reader's discretion is advised.] No. of Chapters To Be Released: ~50

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Chapter 1

An Unholy Stipulation (Prologue)

Had the tables been scantily attended, he would’ve been more keen, perhaps, to prevent the catastrophe that was to follow.

Gage rubbed his hands together in satisfaction as he observed the 35 tables on the ground floor teeming with gamblers who were eager to make a wager. The night was especially ripe with revelry. Tourists and locals alike flocked into The Armageddon, flitting from one table to the next in hopes of getting lucky.

The dealers would let them win on occasion to keep them interested, but not too much.

They were in the business of making money, after all.

Some gamblers didn’t even need the incentive of a win to stay in the game. Being the addicts they were, the mere hope of winning kept them glued to the game until one of the bouncers had to throw them out for their violent behavior.

Gage probably should feel sorry for them, but he had to feel sorry for himself first and foremost.

The Armageddon was one of a chain of highly successful casinos owned by none other than Romero Bartolone.

Bartolone was a ruthless Mafia family, and Gage had the misfortune of owning one of the best security companies in the world. When Romero asked him to take over the Security department of all his Casinos, Gage couldn’t say no.

No one said no to Bartolone.

The mere thought of the Romanian sent chills down his spine. 

Gage turned his chair away from the Surveillance screens towards the door, where two burly men were waiting in apprehension.

“Jose? Devon? I thought I told you to work the back exit to prevent stragglers from coming in?”

Jose, a bouncer with a larger frame and spiky blond hair looked at his companion, hesitating for a full minute before finally responding.

“Boss… we have a situation on our hands.”

“What situation?” Gage arched his brow, “Is it Mr. Royce again? I told you guys to only let him in three times a week only three- and cut him off after his 10th loss. He keeps picking fights with the dealers and injuring them.”

Gage waved his hand dismissively, and Devon coughed.

“It’s much worse than that, Sir.” He replied, running his trembling hand over the unkempt beard on his chin.

Gage narrowed his eyes. Jose and Devon were two of the best guards on his roster. Upon closer inspection, they both looked jittery, almost like they would jump out of their skin at any moment.

“Start talking.”

Jose had said that it would be better if they showed him, and boy--were they right.

Gage stood frozen in the middle of the underground boiler room, the temperature in his veins plummeting as his eyes processed the C4 charges scattered all over the walls. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the implications would be when the 15-minute timer ran out.

“How did this happen?!” Gage growled, turning on the two bouncers with menacing eyes. They shrank back from his stare.

“It was Dave and Cummings, Boss,” Devon stammered, “Surveillance caught them taking out the cameras. Since we were closest to the boiler room, Jose and I went to check it out.”

“We tried to disarm them, but each charge is set up on a pressure-sensitive trigger,” Jose explained, “If we move the charges a fraction of an inch from their original position, the whole thing will blow.”

Gage ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “ So there’s no way around this huh? Fuck!”

The trio looked at each other and then back at the explosives. 

Only 10 minutes remained on the clock.

10 minutes wasn’t enough to get everyone out of the Casino and salvage all the cash and assets. They could either save one or the other.

And they sure as hell couldn’t save themselves from the wrath of Romero.

They were as good as dead.

Gage pulled out his radio, yelling into it as he walked briskly to the elevator.

“CODE RED! I repeat- CODE FUCKING RED! T-10: I need the ground team to get everyone out of the first and second floors and as far from the casino as possible. Everyone working VIP, get the guests to The Stratus Hotel & tell them that Mr. Bartolone will compensate them for the inconvenience,” 

He stepped into the elevator with Jose and Devon in tow, slamming the button for the Top floor.

“Diablo, find Dave and Cummings. I want them alive so I can kill them myself!”

His team jumped into action the moment they heard the term ‘Code Red’. The indulgent ambiance was shattered by a blaring alarm, and security personnel were ushering dozens of civilians through emergency exits.

Gage had complete faith that his team would do what needed to be done so he focused on getting to the penthouse, particularly the safe. It was too late for him to do anything about the casino, but at least he could do his best to recover the cash and other valuables secured in the vault. Even if it managed to survive the blast, the collapse of the building would surely damage the priceless items locked inside.

He grimaced inwardly as he put in the codes— Bartolone no doubt was already notified of the situation and busy planning his gruesome death.

Gage rushed into the vault, popping open the empty briefcases that were on the shelves, and began carefully placing the art pieces inside their respective molds.

“Get as much cash as you can carry,” He told Jose and Devon.

With less than five minutes left on the clock, they slid down the emergency chute that was discreetly placed in the private bathroom of the penthouse.

They landed in the underground parking lot where Gage’s security detail was waiting in an SUV.

Spectators gathered in the vicinity of The Armageddon behind barricades, far enough to avoid the blast but close enough to see the chaos unfold.

The fire brigade was on standby along with the local bomb squad, all waiting for the inevitable fall of The Armageddon so they could run in and pick up the pieces.

Gage stood three blocks down, his hands balled into fists as he heard the first rumble. Jose stood to his left and Devon to his right, with concerned looks on their faces. The rest of the men were scattered along the block, silently cursing and calling for retribution.

At exactly 11:45 pm, the night sky lit up with a brilliant and consuming light that put the colorful Las Vegas strip to shame.

Gage watched in horror as the glorious Armageddon casino crumbled, descending into a sea of fire and ash.

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Romero frowned in annoyance at his butler, who stood at the door, staring listlessly at him.

“What do you want, Wallace?” He growled.

Wallace approached his desk with a rum glass in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. He pulled the towel from his forearm and patiently rubbed the rum glass while Romero glared daggers.

Only when Romero was adequately supplied with liquor did he speak.

“The Armageddon was blown up ten minutes ago, Sir.”

The pen in his left hand snapped in two. “Excuse me?” Romero raised his brow and took a long sip, casually grabbing the pocket square from his left breast. He crushed it in his palm to absorb the spilled ink. He’d have to reprint the contract and start over from scratch.

He had impeccable hearing but there was no way the information coming to him was accurate.

Wallace sighed, dreading that he had to be the bearer of bad news. Romero was so unpredictable. It wasn’t uncommon for the Romanian to kill the messenger.

Fortunately for him, he was a butler to the Bartolone family for thirty-five years. He was practically family at this point. Wallace hoped Romero would remember that and opt not to kill him in a fit of rage.

“The Armageddon was blown up. It’s all over the news, the place is swarming with law enforcers. Firemen as we speak are trying to contain the fire that had spread to the Olsen Star Hotel and De Vida Night Club.”

“I don’t give a fuck about some stupid hotel and nightclub!” Romero roared, throwing his drink— glass and all— into the fireplace.

“Fuck!” He ran a hand through his dark hair, his mind going a mile a minute to find someone to nail for the demise of his most successful casino.

The Armageddon was the crown jewel in his chain of casinos, the very heart of his lucrative money laundering activities.

Neither the banks nor the police batted an eye at the excess cash flow, especially since many elite people of status visited for recreational pleasure.

If anyone happened to get curious, they were swiftly dealt with.

Wallace pulled out a phone to show him video evidence. The longer Romero watched, the darker his expression became. His eyes turned to a cold abyss as he witnessed the staggering loss of a billion dollars.

He had stakeholders and investors he would have to do control damage with on both sides of the law, and his extensive clientele would be expecting their washed money in hand.

It was gonna be an absolute shitstorm.

“Bring me Berretta. Now.”

This offense demanded blood, and he would have it.

Romero walked into the hotel room where Gage and two members of his security team were being held.

Gage was tied to a chair, blood dripping from a cut on his brow, while the other two- Dave and Cummings, knelt together on the floor, their faces smug and satisfied. Diablo, the man tasked with capturing the two, stood behind watching.

“Otrava,” Gage said weakly in acknowledgment, straightening in his chair.

“Indeed,” Romero hummed, pushing his sleeves up and sitting on the chair that was brought out for him. “What’s this I hear about my Armageddon?” He propped his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers under his sharp chin.

“Our security team was compromised.”

“Come again?”

“The team was compromised,” Gage admitted again, “We had a huge wave of guests coming in for the weekend and needed extra hands. I hired Dave and Cummings to work a few night shifts. I vetted them—”

“Vetted?—”

“Everything checked out!” Gage choked on his explanation, his airway constricted in Ronin's grip

“Everything checked out huh?” Romero’s voice got low and quiet, almost comforting. A stark contrast to the hand that was squeezing the life out of Berretta. He tightened his chokehold, “If it did, my casino wouldn’t be rubble, would it?”

“I didn’t know they were Sosa’s men!” Gage struggled to get the words out.

The Sosa Kartel was a large drug ring run by Sars Sosa— the bane of Romero’s existence. Sars tried for many years to get into money laundering, but Romero’s operation was just too great, his reach too far. Every major player was already fiercely Loyal to the Bartolone Family, and Sars was shut out.

Sars was always trying under-handed tactics to weaken Romero’s hold and was ignored for the most part, but this—blowing up his casino—was the last straw. 

It was time to swat a fly, Romero decided.

Right after he dealt with Berretta.

“It’s your job to know!” Romero bellowed. His head whipped to the right when Dave started cackling under his breath.

If he wanted Otrava’s attention, he got it. Romero’s rage was now directed at him and his accomplice. Diablo stepped forward and hit him with the but of his gun.

“Pleased, aren’t you?” Romero chuckled, standing above them. His regard was that of a Lion towards freshly mauled meat.

“Damn, straight. It’s about time someone taught y’all Bartolones a lesson, prancing around like you own the place.” Dave smiled smugly.

Cummings, the fool he was— added to the insult, “Such a shame you weren’t in it when we blew your pretty little playhouse to bits.”

Romero laughed. His eyes twinkled with something dark and sinister. His gaze flicked to Diablo, then to Cummings, “Cut out that one’s tongue.”

When Diablo finished, he threw the offending organ to the floor and stomped on it. Cummings slumped to the side, choking on his blood. He coughed, gurgled, and sputtered until he was silent.

“Puta!” Dave spat at Romero’s feet. Romero ignored him and beckoned to Diablo to bring a small velvet box. Gage watched on in silence. He knew what was about to happen.

Otrava only reserved this punishment for the worst of his enemies. He had created the poison himself, a deadly concoction that slowly destroyed the body from the inside out. A single dose would have a man suffering for days. Double the dosage and you’d be dead in 24 hours.

From the looks of it, Otrava wanted it slow and painful.

Romero donned black gloves and lifted the syringe from the mold. Dave eyed the grey liquid and tried to mask his panic with rage.

“You can kill me, but you can never stop Sosa! We’ll never stop coming after you, you scu!-”

Romero pulled his head back and jammed the needle through his left eye. Dave howled in pain as the poison was released into his body.

“Go back to your master, dog,” Romero growled, “and tell him Otrava says: This means war.”

With that, Diablo dragged Dave out of the room while he yelled all manner of obscenities.

“What am I gonna do with you now, Berretta?” Romero said more to himself when they were alone. He leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms.

Gage was excellent at his job in all the years they worked together. Loyal and meticulous. How could he have made such a grave error? They had an amicable relationship for the most part, and money could get him another security company, but true loyalty was hard to find.

However… one billion dollars wasn’t easy to forgive.

“I could kill you and everyone you’ve ever loved,” He said after a while, “but that won’t get me my money back, and it sure as hell won’t satisfy the long list of people I now owe.”

“I can avenge you,” Gage straightened on his chair. “If you let me go, I can infiltrate the Sosa Kartel and take them down from the inside.”

Romero chuckled, “Is that so? Who’s to say that you won’t run off and hide? Not that there’s anywhere you can go where I won’t find you.” He tsked, “I need more than just your word Berretta. You lost me a billion goddamn dollars.”

“I will return, I swear it.” Gage pleaded. Romero shook his head.

“I need leverage, Berretta. Something that will motivate you to do as you so swear. That’s the only way you are leaving this room alive tonight.”

Gage held his head down, his shoulders dropping in defeat. There was only one thing that was so precious to him that could appease Otrava. It was a dreadful idea and he prayed in his heart that God would forgive him for what he was about to do.

“I have a daughter,” Gage lifted his head. Romero’s brows lifted in surprise.

“You have a daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting…” Romero smirked. Berretta couldn’t be called the best if he didn’t know how to hide his own daughter. Romero had done a thorough check on Berretta, and none of the reports showed that he had a kid. He was satisfied that Gage had a soft spot he could stab.

“My daughter and heir is most precious to me. She can remain with you until I repay my debts.”

“And if you fail?”

“I won’t fail,” Gage answered immediately. There was no room for failure or his only child would be trapped with Bartolone forever. He didn’t even wanna think about what Romero would do to her if his plan fell through. No. Failure was not an option.

Romero considered everything that was said carefully. He still wanted to kill something, but Berretta’s proposal was better. Sosa was indeed the number one person to blame. If Gage could do as he vowed, then that would recover a significant portion of the money lost and leave a gaping door for new clients.

If the old man failed, then he could just keep the kid and find an appropriate way to use her for revenge.

“Very well then,” Romero smiled, a cold baring of his teeth that struck fear into Gage. There was no turning back now.

“Bring her to me.”

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theax14
I just started this book, and now I can't put it down. Romero is officially my roman empire ... ...
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Kadia Knight
The tension. The passion. The spice. You are NOT ready. ...... Enjoy the ride!
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19 Chapters
An Unholy Stipulation (Prologue)
Had the tables been scantily attended, he would’ve been more keen, perhaps, to prevent the catastrophe that was to follow.Gage rubbed his hands together in satisfaction as he observed the 35 tables on the ground floor teeming with gamblers who were eager to make a wager. The night was especially ripe with revelry. Tourists and locals alike flocked into The Armageddon, flitting from one table to the next in hopes of getting lucky.The dealers would let them win on occasion to keep them interested, but not too much.They were in the business of making money, after all.Some gamblers didn’t even need the incentive of a win to stay in the game. Being the addicts they were, the mere hope of winning kept them glued to the game until one of the bouncers had to throw them out for their violent behavior.Gage probably should feel sorry for them, but he had to feel sorry for himself first and foremost.The Armageddon was one of a chain of highly successful casinos owned by none other than Rome
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An Unexpected Acquaintance
She bounced her feet, doing a silly jig while she waited for her father to pick up the call. The phone was pressed to her ear as she paced her apartment, reading the letter over and over again.“Yes, Anateya?” A warm voice answered.“I got in papi! I got into Columbia!” She squealed, clutching the letter like a lifeline, “They said my application was one of the most impressive they have seen this year.” Her Italian accent thickened as her excitement grew. “Oh, I can’t wait!” She was one step closer to that MBA and joining her papi’s company.A chuckle sounded on the other end, “Take a deep breath, Ana. You know how you can get... I’m so proud of you. Your mama must be smiling down at you from heaven.”Anateya’s throat burned at the memory of her mom, taken too soon from them. When they found out, it was too late for chemo and only had time to say goodbye. “I miss her so much, papi. I wish she could be here to see this.” Anateya sat on the edge of her bed, looking out through the flo
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Signed, Sealed, Traded.
Anateya felt like there were cinder blocks tied to her feet as she dragged herself back to her dorm room. She dressed in a cheerful smile every day, laughed when she was supposed to and blended in like any other typical college freshman. On the inside, she felt dull. The sun didn’t shine like it used to. The food tasted bland and more and more she preferred solitude more than anything else. She never saw her mystery man again after that night–not for lack of trying. Lafel had made good on his promise if she had defied him and she lost the little freedom that she had. She’d snuck out of her apartment a few times to go back to Club Eleven, hoping to see him there, but they wouldn’t let her in. Her papi had made sure she was banned from the premises. Whoever he was, Anateya couldn’t get him out of her head. He consumed her dreams and every waking moment. Could one kiss be so powerful? It couldn’t. He was a total stranger, and yet the thought of never seeing him again, never feeling his
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One Cage, For Another
The powers that be had a real twisted sense of humor. Anateya stared, her eyes blinking in disbelief. This was not happening. She was dreaming, and would wake up any second now. Any second now. To her dismay, there was no waking up from this very real nightmare. He was dressed as impeccably as he did that night, this time in a navy-colored suit, his dark silk tie popping against his powder blue shirt. Not a strand of his hair was out of place, and his silver eyes were void of emotion. They were like an abyss of nothingness that threatened to destroy her. Memories assaulted her mind, making her feel even more confused. This couldn’t be the same man that had ignited her with his touch. “Have a seat.” His regard of her was that of boredom, as if he had a million other things to do and couldn’t be bothered with her. If that was the case, why did he take her captive anyway? Not that she wanted him to pay attention to her–the last thing she needed was to capture the attention of a Ma
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Wicked Wounds
Louisa had taken Anateya to a large bedroom in the second floor's left corner. It matched the running theme of the parts of the house she’d seen so far, minimal and void of any personal touches to suggest this was a beloved home. The most stunning part of the room was the large king-sized bed in the center. It was wide and inviting, and the mental fatigue bore down on her to the point where she wanted to crawl under the thick blankets and forget the world. Romero. That was his name, right? The Mafia Lord who had ruined her with a kiss. She could hardly even call it that- what he did was pure and utter possession of every fiber of her being. Anateya hated how she ached to feel that again. A loud thud broke her train of thought, her eyes darting to the hardwood floor where Louisa had dropped her suitcase. “This your room,” The woman’s Romanian accent was thick. “If you try to escape, we break kneecaps.” Anateya scoffed, “Is that your answer for everything? To break some part of
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Hearts Held Hostage (Pt. 1)
Except for bringing her meals, no one bothered her after that. Not that she cared. Anateya was still in a daze from the man she desired carving her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Three days later, as she sat before the mirror to apply makeup, she could recall how torn up she was inside– a blubbering mess as she told Diana what happened. Diana had let her sob for a while before bringing her back to reality. “Come on, Ana. You’re stronger than this. You have to hold on until your dad comes back. You have to do whatever it takes to survive.”Afterward, Anateya wiped her tears, pulled herself together, and tended to her wounds. Despite her best efforts, it still got infected.She could feel the fever creeping up while she patted down her foundation. Her eyes were hollow from lack of sleep but held a small glimmer of excitement. Romero had insisted that she join him for dinner tonight. And she was determined to show him that she was fine. She would stay and pick at the food for a respe
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Hearts Held Hostage (Pt. 2)
Romero felt a twinge in his chest as Anateya faded into unconsciousness. He wasn’t that rough with her, was he? Placing the back of his hand on her forehead, he hissed out a string of Romanian curses. She was burning up. Which could only mean that the mark he gave her wasn’t healing well. The little liar.He caught her up in his arms, walking briskly back to her room. She curled into his chest, and he scoffed. “I swear petarda…if this is all an act, I’ll turn that ass of yours crimson.”Such pride. Anateya would rather be sick than ask him for help. He should let her suffer out of spite, but he didn’t like the unease in his chest at the sight of her shivering body.”Louisa, get the doctor over here now!” He bellowed, stomping up the stairs. He laid her carefully on the bed, belly down, and pulled a switchblade from his pocket. He sliced through the woolen fabric, revealing a bandage with red and yellow splotches. He took his time peeling it back, grimacing at the sight. He would’ve c
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Anywhere But Here (Pt. 1)
Anateya’s face burned with humiliation as she returned to the house. She called him every foul word she could think of as she stomped up the stairs to her room. Grabbing her phone, she dialed Diana. Be anywhere but here? Yeah. She could do that. If she could run circles around her papi’s highly trained security detail, then she would make light work of his men.They threatened to break her kneecaps, but she had a feeling that they wouldn’t touch a hair on her head and risk Romero’s wrath.Because anyone with a pair of 20/20’s could see that he wanted her. He was just being a stubborn mule.”Hello?”"Hey D. It’s me." She held the phone to her ear using her shoulder as she put on her combat boots."Ana? Girl!- I thought something bad happened to you." "You have no idea. We can talk about it later. Right now, I’m breaking out of this joint.”“Ana,” Diana said slowly. “What happened? You know you have to stay for your dad. That was the deal, remember?””Well, Romero said I should be anyw
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Anywhere But Here (Pt. 2)
Romero stuffed the remaining body parts into the hole he dug and chucked at the dirt to cover them up. His nostrils flared and he ground his teeth so hard his jaw ached. It took everything inside him not to tear her clothes away and take her in the dirt like the animal he was. Make no mistake, he was an animal. However, this exotic creature that plagued his mind made him want to wait. Maybe he was a sadist, for why else would he want to prolong the torture? His balls were as blue as a dead man’s lips. She wouldn’t have resisted him if he decided to fuck her. Anateya did little to conceal her desire for him.Shameless little temptress.He’d never admit it, but her declaration that she knew his touch thrilled him. Soon, he would burn his imprint into her skin and mark her as his in every way imaginable. Something bothered him, though. She barely reacted to him burying body parts in the garden. Was she so enthralled that she was willing to overlook that he was a cold killer?Girls he
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Limits of Liberation (Pt. 1)
Anateya kept her gaze straight ahead, not daring to glance at the dark storm roiling in the driver’s seat of the car. She’d really done it this time. He was gonna kill her and dump her body over the edge of a cliff. Why else would he be driving the opposite direction of ‘home’ a zillion miles an hour through Palisades?He drove in silence, the steering wheel groaning under his tight hold as he swerved left, and right then finally stopped. Gripping the strap of her seat belt, she blew hair from her face and gave him a pointed look. “Get out.” Was all he said, leaning across to open the door.Standing on wobbly legs, Anateya looked around. He’d drove them out to the middle of nowhere and there was definitely a cliff. A cold wind rushed over her skin, goosebumps rising to the surface.”If you’re going to kill me, just do it and be done. No need to go through all this trouble.”Romero came around the side and grabbed her arm, “Kill you? That would be too easy.” He dragged her to the hoo
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