All Chapters of The Family Books 1 -3 (A collection of Dark Mafia Romance): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gio“I should kill you.” Monster, who I had once called a friend, glared at me. He was pacing back and forth along the long bar that took up one entire wall of the Savage Sons’ clubhouse. This was a different chapter, but the whole lay out was eerily familiar. I watched him as he turned on his heel, stared at me for a second and then continued to pace.I couldn’t blame him. If our roles had been reversed, I would have been doing more than pacing. I would have been beating on him. I deserved much worse.“Yes, you probably should.” I admitted softly. He wasn’t going to kill me though. If that had been his plan, he would have done it already. Monster was posturing, which was not like him. At least not like the man I had known. Being married had softened him.Something must have shown on my face as he stopped in front of me. “Don’t think I won’t, Gio. It would be easy. What you did to Keeley…” He shook his head and went back to his angry pacing.“I didn’t do anything to Keeley but love he

Judge“Tell me your name.” The blonde in my arms moaned against my lips. I didn’t answer her, she would know my name soon enough but not now and not tonight. Tonight, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted her to give herself to me. She needed to let me use her body the way I had been imagining I would since the moment I had first laid eyes on her. Three weeks of watching her every move, finding out her schedule, her weaknesses. Everything I could about her.I needed all the information I could get on Taylor Lawson, and I always got what I wanted. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted something else as well. The moment I saw her, her blonde hair piled on top of her head and her face alight with a smile as she greeted a customer, I had known that killing her was going to be my very last resort. I wanted her. In my bed, under me. Anyway, I could. And I always got what I wanted.Always.There was more than one way to deal with my upcoming murder trial and the jurors that would in theory decide wh

JudgeI watched as Gio. Head of The Family and my not so official boss weaved his way towards me through the bustling tables. He looked younger, more relaxed than I had ever seen him but there was a slight tension between his eyebrows but that was understandable. I’d have been slightly tense as well if our situations had been reversed.Rising slightly from my chair, I thrust out my hand. He shook it quickly, barely touching it before taking his seat opposite me. “You didn’t have to come, Gio.” Him being here was what was putting that line between his dark brows. Not because he thought I would rat him out. Gio knew better than that. He knew that I would never talk. Just like he knew I would do everything in my power to be found innocent of the murder he had committed. No, it wasn’t me who was putting the worry on his face but the fact that this mess I was cleaning up meant he was away from his new bride. His beautiful new and heavily pregnant bride. Gio had loved her from the moment

JudgeThe moment she sat in her designated seat, I knew she recognised me. she tried to hide it but it was there in the slightly widening of her eyes. They darted over my face, over my suit and then back to my face. Taylor Lawson looked shell shocked. Like she couldn’t believe her eyes. I couldn’t blame her for that. In her position I would have been shocked as well. But what did surprise me was her composure. She recognised me, she was shocked by it but none of that really showed on her face, apart from the slight widening of her eyes and the plump bottom lip disappearing between her teeth so she could chew nervously at it. All in all, it was a very predictable reaction to any young woman who came face to face with a man like me.Taylors eyes skirted away, almost like she had realised that she was staring at me and the chewing on her lip became painful to watch. Not taking my eyes off of her, I pressed my own fingers to my lips. If she didn’t stop doing that to her lip, which was in

TaylorKudos was everything it had been plugged to be and more. And as the after-work crew left for home and the serious partiers began to file in, the atmosphere changed. it became less intimate and more … well more. Annie of course was well on her way to being black out drunk but at least she had stopped dancing on the table. The dancing was still happening, but it was more interspaced with stumbling on her heels now. I had danced as well but three drinks in and I was beginning to feel woozy. Not that it was a big drinker anyway, but I could usually handle more than here white wine spritzers. I was putting it down to the stress of the day and everything I had found out. It was the only possible explanation. That plus the fact I’d barely eaten anything all day. Nothing new there but today had been particularly stressful. So, I had sat down and let the others enjoy themselves pretty early on. Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself, because I was. It was just in a different way to Annie