Owned by the mafia boss

VINN

Michael would kill me.

He’d eviscerate me for locking her in a room. Then he’d boil my balls in motor oil for making out with his sister because I’d done it under his nose. Fondling her pussy at the charity gala wasn’t part of the plan, but how could I resist?

She’d given me the perfect opportunity. She had a sentimental side that I’d picked up on after visiting her apartment. Stepping in that bedroom was like looking into a time capsule of my youth. I’d been surrounded by photos of us, warm memories, things I’d forgotten. Luring her away from Michael had been easy.

I traced my lips, replaying how she’d kissed me so eagerly. If only I’d dragged that gorgeous fuck doll to her knees, I could’ve fed her my cock. As amazing as that would’ve felt, it was good that she rejected me. Hooking up with Michael’s sister would’ve been the scandal of the century.

That didn’t stop me from imagining. For days, I marveled at her reaction. I’d barely touched her, and she’d thrown herself at me. Liana was hot for me, and clearly in deep denial.

I’d rather marry him than pretend to be with you.

A feeble lie. Her tongue had been in my mouth only minutes before. She knew she wouldn’t last a second as Killian’s wife. The hell was wrong with her?

I kept tabs on her with the bodyguards I’d hired to replace Michael’s. It took everything not to drop in her neighborhood. I had to figure out what I’d do with Little Liana.

I couldn’t just fuck her.

Michael would murder me. He’d have to ask permission, but Nico would give him the go-ahead. Knowing Michael, he wouldn’t bother dealing with our boss. He was never the rational type. He’d just shoot me-and I’d deserve it.

I owed him the truth.

Confessing my sins wasn’t an option. I needed a well-crafted story that’d satisfy Michael and my aunt, the only people in my life who mattered. Lying would be easy enough. Getting her to agree would be difficult.

I thought about her way too much. Obsessing. Stalking. Poring over photos. I’d made a social media profile just to follow hers. Then I combed her online presence for information to answer a burning question.

How could I make her want to be with me?

“Hey. Are you listening?”

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I dragged my gaze from the floor to Sergeant O’Flaherty, a police officer in his fifties with bags under his eyes, who was having another meltdown. His use as an insight into the Organized Crime Task Force hadn’t dried up, but I hated the coward.

We stood at the construction site of Nico’s next condominium development.

“I wasn’t. Go again.”

“Rage Machine told me they’d break into my house, tie me up, and make me watch as they rape my wife if I didn’t release their member,” he babbled. “I’m not the only one, Mr. Costa. Anyone who doesn’t take bribes gets a death threat or their car torched!”

“Then accept a fucking bribe. What do you expect me to do? They’re animals.” I shrugged, watching a forklift shower dirt onto a pile. “I’m staying out of their war.”

“Help Legion crush Rage Machine.”

Fuck you, pay me. “I’m not sure that’s worth my time.”

“Well, you have to do something.”

Or what?

I wasn’t in the habit of throwing my soldiers into unnecessary conflicts. I had enough of that shit with other men in charge. “Aren’t you a cop? Arrest someone.”

“No judge is willing to sentence a one-percenter. Nobody is standing up to the MCs. People are dying.” Pete wiped his brow, leaning against his beat-up Chevrolet.

“How sad.”

He stilled. Loathing marked his face. “You’re a callous prick.”

“Might surprise you, but I dislike not being able to walk around my city without a bomb going off. However, I won’t get involved until it makes sense for the Family.”

“You don’t care about anyone.”

Correct.

“Look, you want to stop Rage Machine? Follow their money. Find it. Choke it. Cut it off. Do whatever it takes to kill their finances. Everything will calm down when they can’t finance their fucking war.”

What could I do?

I wasn’t a detective. I had no clue how a brand new MC group had the means to out-finance the much larger Legion with chapters in several states. I didn’t feel like solving the mystery. It didn’t concern me.

“Tell them to stop threatening us!”

Unbelievable. Tell them-like I could pick up the phone and boss a guy I’d never met.

“Okay. I’ll ask if I can fuck their wives, too.”

“This is serious!” He banged my car hood, and I shot him a glare. “The local economy is dead in the water. If you don’t give a shit about citizens, maybe you care about your business drying up when everybody leaves Boston.”

“Jesus, fine.” I was sick of his mewling. “I’ll keep my ears open. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”

I leaned in the driver’s seat as Pete drove off. I viewed the biker wars like a cold. It’d worsen before the power struggle shook out its kinks, and then we’d be back to normal. Inserting myself into the conflict was unnecessary. I didn’t understand why Nico kept harping on making peace with Legion. Who cared which MC emerged the victor? If they destroyed each other, perfect. My money was on Rage Machine. I hated Legion on account of the president demanding Liana’s hand.

My thoughts went haywire. I’d offered to save her from them. What more did she need? I scanned our conversation-why had she been so pissed?

Vincent.

My stomach clenched.

I’d assumed Vincent was a dumb lie, but she’d practically thrown me from her house. Then she’d shown up at the gala with that college boy. She mouthed off to me constantly. Perhaps she resented me for taking her from the other guy.

My knuckles whitened. Heat pricked my chest. Maybe she wanted to get with the other Vincent-or that prick who’d made my skin crawl.

What was his name?

James.

I let him off way too easy. My lip curled as I pictured them cozying up in some diner. I shoved my keys into the ignition, stopping as a shadow rippled the ground.

Fucking Pete.

I rolled down the window and stuck out my head, but the angry retort lodged in my throat.

Because I stared into the barrel of a gun.