Savage Betrayal: A dark, mafia, reverse harem romance
We’re the young Mafia Lords, sons of the fathers, but we have our own way of running our empires, and we like to toy with our enemies before we destroy them.
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They’re seductive, a temptation I can’t resist.
They’re also cold, calculating, and dangerous.
I thought they wanted me, but they only wanted revenge. My father stole from the Mafia, now they want to destroy our family.
They’re dangerous, brutal, and cold in their quest. I’m the one who has to pay for his crimes against them, the one who will suffer the most.
They think they can seduce me, break me, then destroy me. I have news for them, I want them as much as they want me.
But when they throw me to the wolves, then ruin my life, they unleash a rage they never anticipated, and now they’ve become my prey, and I’ll stop at nothing to exact my own revenge.
Chapter One
Scorpion
Our enemies said we were dangerous and savage. Some even said we were twisted. They were probably right, but it was the only way to stay ahead in the game we played. You either killed your enemies, or they killed you. There was no middle ground.
But we were the new mafia. Sons of mafia leaders. We had our own way of doing things. We enjoyed the game. It kept everything interesting.
I turned my attention to Undertaker when he began to talk.
"We could kill him. Let everyone know we don't put up with this kind of bullshit," he said. His eyes narrowed. “I could skin him alive. Sounds like fun. I haven’t skinned anyone alive in a long time.”
I looked at Undertaker. He was just as angry as me, and he liked pain. One time, he told me no one could hide from what pain could make a person do. It could make you scream in agony or moan in ecstasy.
Now, he was pissed. A pissed-off Undertaker wasn’t good, at least for the person he was pissed off at.
Martin Connors was our banker, and we paid him very well. Too much for him to start skimming off the top. I couldn't blame them for being just as angry as me. Undertaker and Lynx didn't just work for my family, they were my family.
We were cousins, but we grew up as brothers. Their parents and my mother were killed in a car wreck, which no one believed was an accident, but we hadn't found the person who tampered with the car—yet. We would never stop looking. Maybe that made us even closer to each other. That, and we were all around the same age. I was the oldest at twenty-nine, Undertaker at twenty-eight, and Lynx was twenty-seven.
"No, I like the idea of destroying everything he has, then watching him fall into the gutter with the rest of the filth. Then, when he's suffered enough, you can kill him. We need to make an example out of him. Let everyone know the Grassos won't be fucked with," Lynx said.
And we called him the gentle one? That wasn’t exactly true. He could get just as down and dirty as Undertaker, especially when there was a crime against our family.
"You're right. We do." My smile didn't meet my eyes.
Undertaker was watching me closely. "You already have an idea what you want to do, don't you?"
"He has a daughter, a librarian."
They both laughed. Their laughter died when I didn’t join in.
"Don't you think you're scraping the bottom of the barrel?" Lynx asked. "I mean, really? A librarian.
That’s a far cry from the women we usually hang with.”
I slowly shook my head. "Her parents watch her like a hawk. I’d bet my last dollar she's still a virgin, even though she’s twenty-four years old." I tossed a picture on the coffee table.
As they studied the picture, I glanced around the room. We lived in one of the most expensive high-rises in Dallas, and there was a reason for that—we were smart. Except I’d slipped when it came to the man who laundered our ill-gotten gains. That wouldn’t happen again.
Martin thought he could destroy us, take all this away. No, I wouldn’t let that happen. We’d worked too fucking hard for everything we had. As soon as we stepped inside the penthouse, we were immersed in a world of extravagance and unparalleled indulgence. This was our oasis in the sky.
We chose it because it perched majestically atop a soaring skyscraper with breathtaking panoramic views of Dallas from our sprawling terrace. When we brought anyone here, we were telling them they'd better not fuck with us, or we'd have their head on a silver platter.
Undertaker picked up the picture and studied it. "Okay, now you have our attention. What do you plan on doing? I mean, she’s kind of drab looking, but I could pop her cherry. Just keep the lights off." He laughed.
Undertaker had dark hair like me but built a hell of a lot more solid, and at six feet, four inches, he was a storm to be reckoned with if you fucked with what belonged to him. He was broad shoulders and all muscle and would fight you with the slightest provocation. Hence, his nickname, Undertaker.
"I don't think anyone knows she even exists," I told them. "She's always been in the background. Private boarding school for girls only. He did allow her to have her own apartment, which he pays for because the people who live there are seniors. He monitors every minute of her day."
"What's his motive?" Lynx asked, taking the picture. He started to toss it back on the table but then leaned back on the sofa and studied it. I had no idea what he found that was so interesting. Undertaker was right. Evelyn Connors was drab.
"He's planning an announcement. He's going to marry her off to a senator's son. He's buying her place in society so he can further his career."
"But why skim from the money we give him to launder?” Undertaker asked. “Doesn't he realize it could get him killed? As much as we pay him, he shouldn’t be hurting."
"Except he likes to gamble, and he has a juicy piece on the side that's very expensive."
Undertaker laughed. "So, our banker isn't quite as upstanding as he'd like everyone to believe."
"Not even close."
"Who's the man he wants his little girl to marry?" Undertaker sat on the sofa, stretching his legs out and crossing his feet at the ankles.
"Christopher Gaylord."
"Where have I heard that name?" Lynx asked.
"His father is big on taking down crime syndicates. He's the man who ripped apart the Asante family."
"They were idiots anyway," Lynx scoffed. "They were always waving around their money and bragging about how they had the cops in their pocket. They deserved to be shut down." He stilled. "Do you think Connor's planning to do the same thing to us? How much money has he taken anyway?"
"By my best estimate, three million."
Undertaker whistled under his breath. "We should just kill them."
"I don’t want to draw attention to our family. Besides, it’ll be more fun to ruin him. I have big plans for his daughter. I’ve already scoped out her apartment. She likes to read romances, but not just the sweet ones. No, our librarian has a taste for the dark side. We're going to give her a few days of hot, blow her fucking mind, sex that she'll never forget, and then we'll send her back to Daddy used and broken. We'll have all the videos and pictures to prove it. I plan on plastering them everywhere so he'll never forget. Then, when he gets sympathy that his daughter is a slut, we’ll follow with pictures of him gambling in Vegas with his whore. It will be all the sweeter."
Lynx laughed. "Remind me never to cross you." He looked at the picture again.
What did he see that we hadn't? I glanced over his shoulder. Nothing had changed. She wore heavy, dark-rimmed glasses, a long skirt halfway between her knees and ankles, and an unfashionable jacket over a plain cotton shirt—her uniform, apparently, because that's all she ever wore. Other than a pair of baggy yoga outfits, those were the only clothes I found. All in equally drab colors like her. She even pulled her dark hair into a severe bun at the back of her neck.
It didn't matter what she looked like or that she was the innocent one in all this. I wanted to take the whole family down. Yeah, I was a bastard. That's who you become when you run one of the largest mafia families in the state. You didn’t want anyone fucking with you.
It wouldn't be long before I'd have little Evie naked and spread-eagled on my bed. I was going to pound into that sweet virgin pussy, and before I finished, she would be begging for more.But first, we were the cats, and she was the mouse. We were going to toy with her. Have a little fun. Then we’d pounce.