The Mafia Contract Series

I am losing control. It’s all around me as if I’ve fallen over a cliff edge and am holding on by my fingertips. When Jasmine told me about the conversation she overheard, I immediately knew it was serious. I should have expected it, met it head on and crushed it before it gained momentum, and now I’m in deep shit.

First Massimo and now my own men. All conspiring to bring me down. I’m angry with myself for not seeing it coming and the only thing I can control is my new wife, which is why I allowed the madness to take over. I must be in control of one part of my life to give me the power to see this through. I let Winter down. I couldn’t save her, but I’ll be damned if I don’t fight for my wife. For our future, for my friends and the life we want, rather than the one we inherited.

When I picture Flynn, probably enduring a horrific experience courtesy of his uncle, it causes the rage to swirl inside me like a tornado gaining momentum. I need to wrestle back control and yet, who can I trust? It surrounds me. The deception, the sense of an approaching storm and the prequel to my own damnation. And there’s Jasmine. A soft vision of desire in a corrupt world that’s pulling us both into the madness. Her loyalty struck me deep inside because she has proven I can trust her. It lets emotion filter through the cracks when, for the first time since leaving Rockwell Academy, I sense I’m not alone. Someone is on my side. Somebody close, someone who hasn’t asked for this and yet accepted the situation with a curiosity that impresses me. Jasmine Sontauro will be protected at all costs because she will be my biggest triumph. The woman I orbit who will offer me a center, a purpose, and a home to come back to.

So, we eat, then we fuck. I teach her how to love giving control to another and by the time we head to my room, she is almost passed out with exhaustion. She doesn’t even register her surroundings as I cleanse her body in the shower and wrap her in my arms for the night. She curls against me with a soft sigh of contentment and as I pull her body close to mine, my resolve hardens.

Tonight, I don’t sleep–I plot. I now have a clear head as I lie on my back and stare up at the darkened ceiling and set in place a plan that cannot fail. I will need help, that’s definite, but I have many ports to sail to in my quest for freedom.

First, I must deal with the situation within my own walls before I tackle my sister’s husband. I’m not stupid enough to believe I can win against him in the short term. I’m not a fool, despite the fact he thinks I am.

I drift in and out of sleep as my mind works all night and by the morning, I’m eager to get started.

However, my wife’s soft body is keeping me here because I can’t bear spending a minute when she’s not in my arms.

“Angelo?”

Her sleepy voice causes my cock to stir and pay attention as she moans softly. “What happened last night? It’s as if I’ve been crushed by a truck.”

Laughing softly, I turn to face her and drop a light kiss to her lips. “I fucked you into unconsciousness. Get used to it, baby.”

Her happy smile is infectious and for a moment we grin like idiots as we share an intimate moment.

Her face falls, causing my heart to race. “What are you going do about, well … what I told you?”

“Deal with it.” I press my lips to hers and my cock dances with delight as it wakes up beside a warm body for once in its life. It’s good to have company. Welcome company and I can count on one hand the women I have spent the whole night with, actually only two that I know of, and I never realized how much I would love this. My wife’s smiling face as she wakes from a satisfied sleep makes me happy and despite how sore she must be, I spin her onto her back and tease my cock at her entrance.

Her eyes widen and she gasps, “You’re an animal.”

“I never pretended I wasn’t.”

Keeping my eyes on hers, I slide in without a condom in place and she gasps in shock. “What are you doing?”

She’s obviously worried and I smirk, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“But, um, condom?”

I rest my lips against hers and whisper, “Relax, you’ll see.”

As I increase the rhythm, I take great care not to hurt her. The fact her wet heat wraps my cock in delight is a powerful aphrodisiac. A sensation that is indescribable as I plunge into paradise and her soft moan only fuels my hunger as I explore a little corner of my new world. Her gasp alerts to me to her building orgasm and gripping her ass tightly, I ride her harder until her legs wrap around me, and she cries out, “Oh, God, yes, that’s it, don’t stop.”

Feeling my own release imminent, I hold back a little longer as her own orgasm crashes through her body like a breaking wave and I pull out and coat her body in my cum and love how it pumps across her stomach and drops down across her shaven pussy.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Wow.” Her eyes are wide and disbelieving, and I smirk. “Was that good?”

“I guess.” She looks disturbed by that, and I laugh.

“Let’s go and eat.”

“Don’t you mean shower?”

“No. I want to watch you eat with my cum dripping between your legs and that newly fucked flush on your face. I want you to wear the silk robe, knowing you are naked underneath it and when we have eaten, I want to fuck you again in the room next door before getting on with my day.”

Her expression betrays her as her eyes sparkle, and a smile curves her desirable lips. “You fucking animal.”

Smirking, I sweep her into my arms and growl, “Get used to it, baby, I’m never gonna change.”

TRUE TO MY WORD, we head downstairs, and I love seeing the blush staining her cheeks as she faces Mrs. Bourne, who can’t hide her delight at the situation. It’s pretty obvious my housekeeper cares about me and always has. Even when my father was alive, she tried to make my life and Winters more comfortable, which is why she is one of the few that I trust. My old teacher is another, but it’s sad that they are the only two. It unnerves me a lot and I’m not sure how to approach this problem and when Mrs. Bourne leaves, I lean forward and say in a low voice, “Your little friend, did she say her father was involved in these late-night meetings?”

“She never, but I asked Marianne, her mom, and she looked horrified. She told me he didn’t, and I believe her.”

“I see.” I pause for a moment before asking, “What’s his name?”

“Sam. Marianne is Mrs. Bourne’s assistant and Freya is their daughter. Her friend is Max Bailey.”

“Good.” I’m beginning to form a plan and wonder if I can trust this girl’s father. I definitely don’t trust Roberto, so I need to be clever about this. I butter some toast and load it with jelly and as I eat, I begin to work things out in my head and then, as an afterthought, say casually, “By the way, we’re eating out later.”

“We are?” Her eyes widen and I see a hint of excitement in them. “Yes, I’ve arranged an evening with my sister and her husband, Massimo Delauren.”

Jasmine looks nervous. “I heard she married him, and it surprised me.’ “Why?”

“I suppose it’s something I overheard back at home.”

“Tell me.” I lean forward, my senses on high alert, and she looks disturbed. “Like Freya’s friend Bailey, my sister and I were no strangers to listening in on conversations. We made friends with the soldiers, and it wasn’t uncommon to find us hanging around them.”

“And your parents allowed it.” Angelo looks angry and I shrug. “I doubt they knew. We got away with a lot during the day because our teacher was a lush. We spiked her drinks and when she was sleeping, we would creep out and listen at doors.”

She giggles and I try to stop my own grin from revealing itself and she whispers, “His name was mentioned one day. One of the soldiers sounded upset, which made us pay attention. Apparently, his cousin had worked for Massimo and witnessed terrible acts on a young boy he had tied up in a dungeon. The guys were disgusted, and the man said apparently it was normal. He liked to torture young boys and worse. They sounded angry and we didn’t really understand what it meant.”

“I see.” This worries me because even though I knew he preferred boys, it’s news to me that he kept them in a prison and tortured them. This isn’t something I want to think about and Jasmine surprises me by saying, “If word got out, I’m guessing it would turn a few more families against him.

Maybe you could spread the word and, who knows, it could bring a little heat to his door.”

Once again, she has surprised me and it makes my heart swell because I’m fast learning it’s good to have someone close, someone with your best interests at heart and someone on your side. Yes, Jasmine has stunned me again, and it makes me even more determined to keep her safe. What we have safe because suddenly, the future is a lot brighter because she’s in it and nobody is more surprised about that than me.