Playing With The Mafia

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Summary

Max might look like the sweet boy next door, but don't let that fool you because he's not always so sweet. Being the Boss of the Sicilian Mafia is scary to some and alluring to others. When it comes to Max the truth is, it's both. Life is far from a fairytale, and everything is not what it seems to be, and he is about to get a good reminder of that. Between bullets, women, and sex, he won't just have broken bones but also a broken heart. Max- "I always thought that a gun would be what brought me to my knees. I was wrong… it turned out to be a woman." Will he survive her? Let's play with the Mafia and find out?

Genre:
Erotica / Romance
Author:
Sandra
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
55
Rating:
4.8 10 reviews
Age Rating:
18+

1 Going back in time

Hi, and welcome to Playing With The Mafia, Max story. This is a dark erotic/romance/thriller. The story is +18 only. It contains sex, violence, abuse, bad language, and other things that can be a trigger or set of disturbing feelings. I do not encourage this kind of behavior. Remember, safety and consent always come first!

This is book three in the Lash series

1 Lash
2 Saved By The CEO
3 Playing With The Mafia

Spinoff on Lash

1 Lily The Devil´s Flower (that isn’t a must be read to understand the third one)

I hope you will enjoy the read, lots of love to all of you/ Lex


Max pov present time
My body aches with so much pain that I have to use more willpower than I thought I possessed to keep myself upright. Standing here on my knees with my hands laced behind my head, waiting for him to kill me wasn’t precisely how I pictured this year to end.

I can’t help but laugh at myself and the irony of the situation, which causes my broken ribs to protest wildly in my chest. Once again, he hits me in the head with his gun, and with a loud groan, I pinch my eyes shut in an attempt to fight off the dizziness. How the hell did I end up here? When did I turn into a complete idiot?

“Any last words?”

He asks me in a malicious tone, and yes, I have a lot that I want to say to them, but I know that it’s not the words they want to hear from me. They want to see me broken and beg, but I won’t bow down to anyone or let them hear me begging for my life. I am not scared at all, this is what I do, and it is not the first time I had a gun pointed at me or been close to death.

I have always known that the possibility that this day might come my way was big, but I feel far from done with my life, and it pisses me off. I look into the barrel of his gun, and my thoughts start to wander to another place, a much better place and brighter time.

If this is the end, then I refuse to spend my last minutes alive thinking about this shit show. It is bad enough that I have to see him, see them, but I won’t close my eyes.


Max a few months earlier (two months after the end of Saved By The CEO)
I watch the two women in front of me as they sway their hips back and forth with seductive movements. I am not really into striptease, but it’s not like I am complaining either. I don’t complain as long as they are here because they chose to be here and are treated right.

It might be hard for some to believe that a man like me sees women and equals and that I hate when they get hurt or mistreated. Sure, I might come off as rude and disrespectful towards the women I fuck, but I would never do it unless I knew that they liked it. Gabriella is one of those women who wants it like that. Yes, she complains when she gets punished, but my sweet slut enjoys my teasing and dirty ways of treating her.

I lean back in the leather chair again and sigh. A small smile tugs at my lips when my asshole of a brother comes to mind. The player is going to marry Iza Romano. I can’t say that I saw that one coming. I have nothing against Iza, and I am happy for them, but I am also worried. She was involved with the Mexican Mafia after all.

They are not just dangerous, but they also happen to be my least favorite organizations in the world and my enemy. Of course I let myself get dragged into that mess, and I hope that we managed to clean it all up before their leader Miguel Gómez found out that I helped my brother kill Joseph. It seems like we did, but things can change and escalate quicker than a tornado in my line of profession.

My friend and right hand Jaxon have been teasing me for turning into a softie when it comes to Luke. He says that me finding out that I have a brother and getting involved in his shit without asking for something in return is a pussy move. But the look on Luke’s face when I stepped inside the room where they kept him and saved his ass was the best payment I have ever received. Like it or not, he is my family, and I take care of my family.

But don’t worry, I’m not the sweet boy next door, far from it. My thoughts get interrupted when I hear loud voices coming from the other side of the club. I stand up and see a woman with dark hair argue with a man. The man grabs hold of her arm and shakes her before he slaps her hard in the face.

Anger courses through me, and I look at Jaxon and gesture towards the arguing couple. Both he and my other men pull out their guns when I walk towards the couple without thinking about the consequences that might come my way. Everyone in this club knows who I am, and when they see me walking, they immediately make room for me. I can hear my men follow me since the music here isn’t as loud as in other clubs.

This is a club for people like me, and the club is doing things after my request. Even better, no one here would ever dare to talk about anything they see or hear here if they know what’s good for them.

The woman stands with her back against me, and she let out a scream in pain and squirms when his grip on her arm hardens

“Let me go!”

She hisses and kicks him in his leg, and I see the exact second when he loses his patience. He lets her go and pulls out a gun and points it at her. Wrong fucking move!

“I will fucking shoot you if you don’t stop behaving like a little bitch!”

He snarls, and when I reach them, I don’t hesitate. I hit him straight in the nose, and he drops his gun when blood starts pooling down his face. One of my men is fast to pick up the gun, and I grab the asshole who just hurt her and slam him up against the closest wall so hard that he hits his head.

“Are you okay, miss?”

I ask and hear her sob out a yes. The man curses, and his eyes are blazing with anger when he looks at me.

“Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?”

I growl in the mans face, and the man snorts.

“I am Max Ciccone, and this is my territory, and we don’t fuck around here, and we definitely don’t hurt women there unless you have a death wish.”

I growl in his face again, and he stutters out something incoherent.

“Sir, please don’t hurt him.”

The woman behind me says, and I groan. Why do women insist on letting assholes like this off the hook? Why do they go back when they are presented with the chance to get out? I know it is easier said than done, I have seen it happen in my own home growing up, and I know that fear can make people do everything you want them to do. But it still pisses me off, and frankly, it depresses me.

“He hurt you, and he is not getting away with it.”

I say and slam the man harder against the wall. He starts rambling excuses while tears are streaming down my cheek. He probably pissed himself too.

“I had to, I never.”

He starts, and I hit him in his ribs with all my strength, hoping that at least one will break.

“Shut the fuck up!”

I growl, and then I hear her whisper another pled. I push him away, making him hit his head against the wall again before I turn back to the woman. Her dark eyes meet mine, and I see her swallow hard, then she looks down at the floor.

“I’m sorry, sir, but… I’m looking for someone, and I believe that this man knows where she is.”

I walk up to her, and she glances up at me when I stop just three feet away and raise my hand and push a strand of hair away from her cheek. I lightly stroke the upcoming bruise with my index finger before my eyes find hers again. They look back at me with curiosity and something I can’t put my finger on, but she says nothing.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

I watch her plump lips part slightly before she whispers

“Bella.”
“Sweet Bella, who are you looking for?”

She blinks rapidly, looking like she is fighting off tears, and she shakes her head slightly

“My friend, Kaylee Ricci… she has been missing for a few days. We were at a party, and this man was there. He talked to her and… I think something bad has happened to her.”

“What makes you think that something bad has happened to your friend?”

I ask and glance at the trembling man. He looks like a complete loser, but he doesn’t belong to any gang around here. If he had, I would have known, and he wouldn’t have been so stupid coming here and hurting a woman in front of me.

“She left the party with a man, and I haven’t heard from her since. Her phone is turned off, and she isn’t home. Kaylee never does things like that. I mean, she never disappears without a word.”

Bella tells me, and a few tears roll down her cheek. I study her face looking for signs of lies, but when I can’t find any, my eyes find her plump lips again. Those lips must feel amazing to kiss or, even better, wrapped around my dick.

“Do you have a picture of your friend?”

I ask, and she hurries to pull up her phone and swipe her finger over the screen before she turns the phone to me. I look at the blond beauty on the screen. Her blue eyes are shining with happiness, and she has a big smile on her soft pink lips. She is even more breathtaking than the woman standing before me.

I look at the full body picture of Kaylee to memorize her look. She doesn’t look like she is very tall, but it is hard to tell from just a picture. She is slim without being too skinny, and the dress she is wearing reveals that her breasts are small, and her booty looks like something taken straight out of a fitness magazine.

“I don’t recognize your friend.”

I say and show my men the picture, and they all shake their heads.

“Her last name tells me that she is Italian, but she doesn’t look Italian.”

I say to Bella, who shakes her head.

“She isn’t. Her mother was married to an Italian man, but that was not her father. Both her mother and father were Scandinavian.”

“Have you talked to her parents?

I ask, and she sighs

“Kaylee’s parents are dead. She has no family. I don’t know who her birth father is, not even Kaylee knew. She only has me, and now she is gone, and I am so worried.”

She says and starts crying. I wrap my arms around her and stroke her back.

“I will help you look for your friend. The asshole who hit you, is he the man she left the party with?”

“No, but I think he knows who he is.”

She says and pulls away from me and dries her tears with the back of her hand.

“I don’t know anything.”

The man says, and I clench my hands into fists before I turn to him.

“Escort the piece of shit out of here.”

I say before I, in Italian whisper to Jaxon to make the guy talk no matter what it takes. Jaxson nods, and he and two other men drag the asshole out of here.

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