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  BRUNO

  HEARTLESS MAFIA BOSS

  By Addy Archer

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, businesses, characters, events, places, are used fictitiously or are the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or events is purely coincidental.

  Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, explicit language and mafia romance offends you. This is not meant to be an exact impression of life in a mafia world. This is purely a work of fiction meant to entertain.

  1st edition published: September 29, 2020

  Editor: Virginia Tesi Carey

  Beta readers: Tracy & Lynne

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  BLURB

  When a heart is filled with vengeance, there’s little room for anything else.

  Bruno Riccimenti has bad luck when it comes to women. Mostly due to an enemy using them in an attempt to assassinate him. When opportunity strikes, allowing him to offer a woman a deal to tie her to him, he makes sure to grab her with both hands.

  Winter hasn’t had an easy life. When a certain mafia boss saves her out of a bad situation, it quickly becomes clear she’s left to his mercy. Fighting for survival becomes crucial since giving up isn’t an option.

  Enemies can slide through defenses and take lives where life has barely started. Revenge can unwillingly bring a mafia boss to his knees, even more when the right woman is involved. Doubt and trust are razor sharp leaving only one option; walk a fine balance until it cuts deep enough to bleed out.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  EPILOGUE

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  CHAPTER ONE

  – BRUNO –

  I give a hard shake with my head to let the woman know not to come closer. Either she doesn’t know how to follow orders or deems herself in charge and thinks she knows what I want. None of that shit is attractive, and neither is she. Women in my perimeter shouldn’t think or assume; they should follow orders, and serve their purpose.

  “I don’t know what you’re doing, but anything other than sucking the other woman’s tit is off the table,” I simply state, since she obviously needs the actual words to do what’s expected of her.

  The woman’s eyes go to my pierced cock and she fakes a pout. Fucking unattractive, that’s what it is.

  “Bruno, baby,” she croons.

  I’m on my feet before she can so much as utter what she was going to say next.

  “Get out,” I snap. “The both of you.”

  I tuck myself back in my slacks and yank up the zipper. Bruno, baby. Who the hell does she think she is? No one Bruno fucking baby’s me, goddamned. The woman scrambles back so fast, she would have landed on her ass if the other woman didn’t flash her hands out to catch her. I give the both of them a condescending look and they quickly snatch up their clothes.

  I reach inside the pocket of my jacket–laying on the couch beside me–and get my money clip, throwing a couple of hundreds on the floor. The eyes of both women twinkle with dollar signs when their greedy hands pick up the bills before they open the door. My personal guard, Emmet, is in front of them and escorts them out.

  Great. I was frustrated before I ordered these two women to come here, and now I’m pissed off along with it. I should have known beforehand. There hasn’t been one woman able to make my dick stir since Angie. Who I didn’t even touch and is now my sister-in-law because my brother stole her.

  Okay, the whole stealing part is a lie because Alaric didn’t know the woman caught my eye when Angie showed up to get rid of a body. She’s a cleaner who took over her father’s business; cleaning up bodies in the underworld. Angie was the first woman who came close to the image I have in my head for the perfect woman.

  Fucked-up, I know, but I’ve always had high standards and goals I go to great lengths to achieve. And one of those is finding a captivating beauty who will give me a son. Another goal in life as a mafia boss; to produce an heir who will take my place in the future.

  Except, up till now, you can say I have twisted luck with women. My late wife, Lilly–who I married to forge a connection with another famiglia–was poisoned. I was meant to die that day since the whiskey was poisoned for me to consume. But, in the end, it was Lilly who drank the poison instead.

  Then there’s the mistress I had. Don’t judge, my wife was repulsed by me and endured fucking to stick to her obligations of bearing a child. Obligations she couldn’t see through since she couldn’t get pregnant in the months we were married.

  Hence the mistress because I am a man who likes to fuck and needs to get all the pumped-up anger out of my system. Definitely not the type of fucking you want to do with a wife who is already afraid of you and tenses up when you need to fuck to conceive. Though the mistress didn’t work out quite well either since she tried to assassinate me.

  I found out later she received an amount of twenty thousand dollars in her bank account. I haven’t been able to find hard evidence and link it to the one who’s behind every attempt to assassinate me, but I damn well know it’s Ridge Blacksson, a fucking senator with a personal grudge.

  Not only does he want to be in my shoes as a mafia boss, but he wants to do it over my dead body. All because he thinks I fucked his wife. Which I didn’t, but the cunt thought it was a good idea to get back at her cheating husband by making shit up.

  Add the fact Ridge has ties to another mafia famiglia–one who funded his career and is the father of his lying wife–is what throws in the complication of me not being able to flat-out kill the fucker. Not without starting a war. Hence me needing cold, hard evidence to tie him to the murder of my wife or with my mistress’ attempt to assassinate me. Preferably tying him to both.

  And that brings me back to Angie, who got rid of my mistress’ body. Angie has blue eyes, wavy brown hair, nice curves, and most importantly, she was a virgin. Sweet innocence. A stark contradiction to the barbarousness I’m wrapped in. There aren’t many virgins around. None who fit my complete ‘perfect picture.’ Angie came close, but she didn’t tick all my boxes. And I’ve been fruitlessly searching for a suitable wife for quite some time.

  And now? Now my cock doesn’t even get hard from watching two women suck on each other’s tits. I could blame all the stress–or the fact I know Ridge wants me dead but I can’t touch him without hard evidence–but the whole “perfect woman image” branded in my brain is starting to play parts. It intensified when I saw Alaric and Angie get all perfect and happy together.

  It’s not jealousy. Maybe you can classify it as such but it’s only because I want what they have. Though, it’s not quite jealousy since I’m happy for the both of them; my brother deserves to be happy. Besides, he gave me half of what was his birthright in return for the favor Angie owed me, cutting all ties between me and her, and leaving me with a complete empire we inherited and now rule by myself.

  “Want me to call and have them send over a new one? I couldn’t help overhearing and the way they hightailed ou
t of here with pouting faces also leaves nothing to the imagination.” Emmet clears his throat. “Maybe I can request one of the new and inexperienced ones.”

  I know why he suggests an inexperienced one. The innocent, awkward angle is charming instead of the money hungry conniving experienced hookers. But, like I said, I was frustrated before I ordered some distraction, and now I’m pissed-off along with it. I’m about to tell him not to bother when my phone rings.

  My brother is calling by the sound of the ringtone; it’s the only person who has a different ringtone since I would never ignore his calls.

  “Alaric,” I say in greeting.

  “Stone told me they rescued a woman who was kidnapped and captured by men who train women and sell them. There’s some kind of auction shit going on in California. Do you have any idea or information about this shit?”

  “Don’t I get a nice hello or an update about your lovely wife?” I take a seat on the couch and know by the silence greeting me Alaric isn’t in the mood for bullshit.

  The corner of my mouth twitches. It’s with these things you can recognize the fact that we’re siblings. Always the need to cut to the chase, and handle business before everything else. Though, these days Alaric places his old lady above anything else. Even if he’s the president of Rebel Rage MC. I can’t imagine putting a woman above anything else, but I guess all it takes is the right woman. Not that I would fucking know with my shit-luck in women, and even if I had, I could get killed to make a woman my weakness.

  And the whole motorcycle club Alaric is the president of is the reason he’s bringing up Stone. I know exactly who he is. We all worked together through my contact with the DEA to bring down a cartel. Stone is now the president of Trigger Pull MC since we killed the old president that day, which happened to be Stone’s father; a corrupt asshole who pawned off his own daughters to a cartel.

  “Yes, I’ve heard of these kind of auctions.” I grab the remote and switch channels; no need to watch porn when the live porn has left the building and my cock never so much as twitched from either one.

  “And,” Alaric impatiently prods.

  “And . . . those things happen in other states, let them worry about it. Unless it’s tied to Ridge Blacksson, he’s into that shit since it was the reason his wife went nuts when she found a bound woman in the basement. Fuck it. I don’t have anything else to do, just spill the details,” I grumble.

  My brother barks out a laugh. “Still no luck with making that limp cock work?”

  “I should have never mentioned it to you.” I rub a hand over my eyes and forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

  Another chuckle and I’m starting to let my hand move away from my ear to hang up the phone, but Alaric’s words spike interest when he says, “What I’m about to tell you might turn things around for you.”

  “I’m listening,” I say in a monotone voice, hiding the spark of excitement flowing through me.

  My brother knows me too well and if I sound eager he’ll take some kind of advantage to make me sweeten a deal or make more demands.

  “The woman Trigger Pull MC rescued said the people who kidnaped her are about to auction off a woman she considers her friend, since they were both held captive in the same room. What if I told you the woman’s description fits my old lady’s description? Interested in helping out?” Alaric’s voice is tainted with a hint of laughter and glee.

  Asshole. Like I said, he knows me too well. I’m on my feet and turn off the TV with my next breath. “Give me the rest of the details and I’ll contact Stone and take it from there.”

  “I knew I could count on you.” He doesn’t say anything else and hangs up.

  My phone starts to buzz with a few texts. I thumb through the information and within the hour I know exactly who is organizing the auction and have a personal invitation along with it. I’ve let Emmet arrange for my private jet–along with a hotel reservation–since I’m leaving for California tonight.

  My suitcases are in the hall when both Torin, my underboss, and Rhyes, my consigliere, walk into my office.

  “Okay, let’s hear it, why are you making arrangements to be on a flight out to California tonight?” Torin sighs and helps himself to a beer from the fridge in the corner of my office.

  Rhyes takes a seat and–as always–keeps his mouth shut and merely observes.

  “I have an invitation to attend an auction to buy myself a wife.”

  Two pair of eyes are locked on me.

  Well, one pair is rolling and the owner says, “No offence, boss, I didn’t think you were that desperate. Maybe you should take some of those blue pills to get back in the saddle. I’ve heard they’re miracle workers.”

  Rhyes snickers and shakes his head disapprovingly at Torin. “And you’ve heard this from the women you’ve fucked while taking those blue suckers?”

  “Not everyone has your kind of stamina, Rhyes. And, no, I never used them. But Dan caught a customer using those things repeatedly, handing them out to the other men, so the whores needed to work longer for the money they made in return,” Torin easily supplies.

  Dan is one of the capos. We own a few whorehouses since it’s an easy cash flow. Unless you have clients taking blue pills and make the whores work double time.

  “It’s the women who are lacking, not my cock. None hold my interest,” I grumble.

  My normally harsh demeanor is nonexistent when it’s just these two men in the room with me. We’ve worked together for years and I trust them completely. We’re not blood, but through loyalty we have created an unbreakable family bond. It’s the same with my personal guard Emmet.

  “You should get another piercing,” Torin suggests.

  I shoot him a glare. “The one I have is working out just fine. Besides, did you not hear me mention I’m going to an auction to buy myself a wife? Which means I need my cock working and fully functional, instead of having it out of the running to let another piercing heal.”

  Torin shrugs. “You said wife. It takes a wedding for that to happen and seeing these things take time to plan, I’d say you have enough time to let it heal.”

  Oh, for fuck’s sake. “No more piercings.”

  “Smart. We wouldn’t want all our cocks to look alike,” Rhyes deadpans.

  I close my eyes and give a hard shake with my head. Good thing no one else sees or hears us communicate like this or they would doubt my leadership for sure.

  Ignoring Rhyes’ statement, I bring the topic back to the matter at hand. “I need for you two to handle the situation with Caleb if things get out of hand and I’m not back yet.”

  Both faces shift from casual to business within their next breath.

  Now that I have their attention, I can give them a little information about the auction. “Alaric called me to let me know Trigger Pull MC saved a woman who was being groomed to be sold at an auction. Another woman she met while being held captive is being sold and I intend to buy her. I did a little research with the details they had and it’s clear this auction is arranged by the Altibelli brothers.”

  Torin mutters a string of curses. “Do you think Ridge will be there?”

  “I have no fucking clue. But the both of you know the reason why Ridge’s wife thought it was fun to get back at her husband by telling everyone she had an affair with me, a mafia boss. Doing her best to taint his ego and career.”

  “All because she found out Ridge was holding a woman hostage in their basement. One we know he obtained through an auction the Altibelli brothers organized. She could have leaked it to the press but that would tie her own father to the gavel too. Much more of a mess to clean up. It shows how the bitch wanted Ridge dead and would rather start a war than keep him breathing.” Rhyes shakes his head. “I still can’t believe that bitch actually tried to start a war. Why couldn’t she go to Rimmer for help since he’s her father and a mafia boss? Being the daughter of a mafia head, she knew damn well what she was doing when she walked over to your table, tits out, drunk as fu
ck. And yet not drunk enough since she knew what she was doing by approaching you in a restaurant surrounded with people.”

  And that would be the senator’s ties to the mob; his late wife being the daughter of Rimmer, a mafia boss. One who is in the Circle. A group of mafia bosses which I oversee with meetings four times a year. We put our heads together and solve issues and unite strength where needed.

  It’s also the reason why I can’t kill Ridge without supplying the necessary proof. It creates a big wave in the world when I take out a senator, one with ties to another famiglia. And with me being the one overseeing the meetings of the Circle, making me the boss of all bosses, I have to stick to the rules of the Circle.

  A fucking pain in the ass, that’s what it is. But we have this structure for a reason. And there is a saying about how patience will be rewarded. So, let the fucker breathe a little while longer before I will painfully kill him. I just wish his wife was still alive to rectify the whole thing she sucked out of her thumb, but she killed herself after insinuating shit.

  And guess what? Rimmer can’t believe his daughter would spread lies, and side with the senator. To say this whole issue is a mess is stating it mildly. And yes, in the past I liked to fuck random women, but I’d never stick my cock into a cunt that’s married.

  “Maybe I’ll come home from this auction with more than just a wife.” I shoot the both of them a sinister grin which they return.

  “Are you sure you don’t want one of us to tag along?” Rhyes asks.

  I grab the stack of papers I have lying on my desk and hand them to Rhyes. “I’d rather you two focus on Caleb. Find out if he and his guys are indeed ripping us off.”

  Torin steps closer to glance over Rhyes shoulder at the papers he’s checking out. They are ownership papers of the many businesses we own. Some are co-owned, have loans, or pay protection. These things are handled by our capos who in return hand us a percentage. But it’s come to our attention Caleb is holding out on us. And it’s not about petty cash either.