Capturing His Butterfly: A Mob Boss Dark Romance

This is a short story in The Tropes and Triggers Masquerade Series, which are self-published on Kindle. Most of the stories are available on Kindle Unlimited. A few are completed on Inkitt.

All are 1st person Dual POV and contain explicit sexual content.



The Tropes and Triggers Series:

1) The Villain and The Vampire: A Fated Mates Dark Romance

2) Breaking His Bitch: A Tough Love Cowboy Romance

3) Capturing His Butterfly: A Mob Boss Dark Romance (in progress on Inkitt)

4) Torturing Her Serial Killer: A SadoMasochistic Dark Romance

5) Sharing His Wife: A Second-Chance Rockstar Menage Cuckold Romance (on Inkitt)

6) Mated by Her Merman: A Forced Breeding Romance

7) Fighting for Her: A Friends-to-Lovers Romance

8) The Broken and The Bastard: An Amputee Romance

9) Stripping for His Virgin (on Inkitt)

10) The Bartender and The Bully (prequel in progress on Inkitt)

11) Passed between the Mascot and The Captain: A MFM Hockey Romance

12) The Student and The Stalker: A Dark Romance

The Mob Boss

The antique grandfather clock chimed in my office. The sound revealed the time was 10 o’clock in the evening. As if I didn’t already know the hour was late from the weariness bearing down on me from the responsibilities of my day.

At least now I had a rare, quiet moment to myself.

I sank into the deep, leather chair by my personal wet bar and had a sip of smooth whiskey. My head fell back, and I stared up at the chandelier in the middle of the room. The numerous bulbs created a mandala effect of light and shadow across the ceiling. Something about it reminded me of my father’s study when I was a child. On the nights he worked late, I would lay on my back on the sofa in his office, enjoying the show of lantern lights reflecting on the ceiling. I would fall asleep listening to him muttering about problems and solutions, deals and dealers, plans and wishes.

It was peaceful. Serene.

Something I had not felt for a long, long time.

As a child, I didn’t realize the struggle. My father made being the boss seem easy, and I suppose in his day, running organized crime was easier. In this new age of technology and surveillance, being the man at the top required sacrifice, and I had given everything. My life was full of hunger and force. I clawed my way to the top, and every day since I defended my position. I had no wife. No children. I was surrounded by my men. People I trusted, but there was always doubt in the back of my mind: Would they betray me?

Many did. They paid for it with their lives.

A soft-but-firm knock sounded on my office door.

“Come in!” I grunted with sufficient force that they would hear me through the thick wood.

My focus sharpened when my second-in-command, Russo, entered with a file in his hands. My moment of relaxation was over. Back to work.

“What is it?” I stood and walked to my large desk.

“Don’t give me that look. I have something you’ll want this time, Boss.”

I eyed him while I had another sip of whiskey, enjoying the oak and vanilla flavors filling my mouth. Something I want?

I wanted my men to do their jobs right the first time.

I wanted the police to leave me and my shipments the fuck alone.

I wanted my competitors to swallow a bullet and crumble into ash.

I wanted to enjoy the fruits of my labor without worrying if everything was about to be ripped away.

I extended my hand to take the folder from him. “We’ll see.”

I flipped open the folder and stilled. What the fuck was this? I raised my eyes to my second, who was smirking victoriously.

I lifted the top paper before him.

“A job application?” I asked skeptically. Russo’s smile widened. I threw the file on the desk. “Why would I want a file on someone applying to be a maid in my hotel?”

He answered while he fixed himself a drink. “Because she’s not just any maid.”

That got me wondering. Was she an undercover cop? A plant from my competitors? Did she know something about the thief who had been stealing from me?

I skimmed through the record of her life. Russo had provided her job application, her interview notes, and a thorough background check that included the sort of information only I would want to know.

Kinsey Vitale. 20 years old as of 1 month ago. Orphaned at 3 years old. No family. No job experience. Applying as a maid at the most exclusive, richest hotel in the city.

A virgin.

On paper, she checked all the boxes for the woman I had been looking for. I was a man of very specific tastes, and Kinsey sounded like a delicious little morsel. Maybe I hadn’t been as discreet in my search as I had thought.

The information made me wonder who caught onto my pursuit for a wife. Most likely she was a cop sent to get evidence against me. I continued flipping through the folder, looking for the expose, but the next pages weren’t papers filled with damning news. They were photographs. One, semi-professional, business headshot. The rest were candid and raw.

She was beautiful. Breathtaking even.

My cock stirred at the wholesome innocence in her eyes. Her smile was shy yet full of courage. She dressed modestly, but her ill-fitting clothes could not hide her shapely hips or disguise her glorious breasts. She was built to take a man like me. Born to soak up my seed and bear my children.

If I had seen her at a strip club, I would have paid a thousand dollars to own her for the evening.

And if she was truly a virgin?

Fuck, I would have bought her and made her exclusively mine.

If she was a cop, whoever had chosen her had done a marvelous job picking her. I flipped eagerly through the rest of the folder, searching for the big reveal of her true identity. I was desperate to be proven right so that I could punish her. I would make her regret the day she decided to take me down, and my cock was looking forward to it.

I reached the last page and discovered … nothing.

Russo stood silently by my vault of exclusive and rare cigars. I shot him a hard look.

“There’s nothing in here about her being a cop. Did my competitors send her?”

If they had, that could work out better for me. I could have her and eliminate her without the police becoming involved.

My second shook his head. “She’s exactly what she seems to be, Boss. She’s legitimate. I made sure.”

I stared down at her photos again. My cock was almost fully hard now. I tried to reign in my desire, but my body hummed with energy. I wanted her more than anything. She looked fragile but resilient. She’d be the perfect woman to take as my own and make my wife, the mother of my children. She was young and alone. I could make her and mold her. Isolate her until she needed me. Make sure she would never betray me or the family we’d create together.

“Bring her to me.”

I wanted to see how our personalities fit. I wanted to see if our chemistry ignited. I wanted to taste her and feel her, inside and out.

If she was a match, then I’d do whatever it took to make her mine. Bribes. Threats.

Anything.

If she wasn’t for me? I’d send her on her way with a glowing recommendation at a different hotel. But she would be mine first. I’d be damned if I let this opportunity slip away.

“She’s on shift now. I’ll have her—”

The door to my office crashed open. My third-in-command, Eli, rushed inside and let the door slam behind him. His face was vindictive and angry. His eyes were hard and focused on my face. I stood, preparing for anything, as he reached my desk.

Russo’s hand moved to the gun at his side.

Eli only had eyes for me. “The rat that’s been stealing from you? We finally caught the bastard. We have him in the basement.”

I’d made it Eli’s personal mission to hunt down the thief. For over a month Eli searched in vain while my money kept disappearing. I’d been giving him hell for it, and he was almost out of time.

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“Absolutely. I have the bank statements and cash transfers to prove it. He was smart with his technique, but he should have known better than to steal from you. If he had used this method on anyone else? I think he’d have gotten away with it for years, maybe a decade.”

I nodded, feeling grateful Eli had found him in a month.

Still, I was pissed that someone had been able to steal from me at all. One hundred thousand dollars had been taken before my accountant noticed the discrepancy. He should have noticed it immediately. He paid for his mistake with his life.

Now it was time to kill the culprit.

I moved around my desk, following Eli as he’d take me to the thief.

Russo stepped in behind me. I turned and placed a finger on his chest, stopping him. “I already gave you orders, Russo.” My eyes flicked to the folder on the desk. “I want her waiting in my penthouse. I want to see her after I’m done with this business.”

He nodded. “I’ll secure her there and meet you downstairs when I’m done.”

“See that you do.”