Revenge Vows: A Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Ruthless Mafia Sinners)
Chapter 4

Maybe it’s good I won’t see her again. Getting too fond of any of the girls here is never a good idea. I’ll forget her the moment I get home, I promise myself.

Despite this, thoughts of Alyssa and her beautiful body and tight pussy take over my mind all throughout the drive back home.

What was it about her that had made fucking her so incredible? I had had my fair share of women in my lifetime, but Alyssa had made me come so hard it felt like being torn apart from the inside out. I hadn’t even remembered to put on a condom. Once I was inside of her, it was like I blacked out.

Maybe it was that air of clean sweetness that had spoken to me so loudly when she was in the room. There was no reason that a girl from a good family, who believed in the right things, should have been working for me in my club.

I turned the mystery of her over and over in my mind, worrying it smooth like a rock tumbler. I shifted on my seat uncomfortably, my dick at half-mast as I remembered her narrow, nipped-in waist and her long, muscular legs. My promise to forget her right away was clearly not going to work out.

When I get to the front door, I am welcomed by the sight of my younger brothers, Bunny and Donatello, sprawled out on couches in the big living room, watching football on TV. I raised my brothers, and they have yet to move out. I don’t mind, though. We’ve always been close, and they make this big, echoing house more tolerable for me to live in.

“What took you so long?” Bunny asks over his shoulder as I walk into the living room. He curses and slaps a hand on his forehead in response to a fumble made by his team.

“Yeah, you said you wouldn’t be long at the club,” Donatello adds. He leans over and pats Bunny on the knee. “Told you that you shouldn’t have bet against me on this game.”

I lean against the back of the couch, and watch the next play of the game with idle interest. “You’re big boys,” I tell them. “You don’t need me to check in with you while I’m working.”

Donatello grins. “We have something for you,” he says. I round the end of the couch and plop down onto it before closing my eyes. I’m immediately greeted by the memory of Alyssa’s green eyes, that pained, hopeful look in them.

“Spill,” I say, shifting into a more comfortable position as I try and ignore my raging hormones.

“Tell him, Bunny,” Donatello says.

Bunny sits beside me. “We finally got some intel on Giovanni,” he says.

At the mention of that name, my eyes fly open. Donatello laughs. Thoughts of Alyssa recede from my mind as my focus narrows to the mention of my arch-enemy.

“I told you we had something good,” he says.

“What did you replace out? Has he done something?” I ask.

Bunny grins and exchanges a look with Donatello.

“It’s not about what he’s done but what we are about to do to him,” Bunny says.

I get up, walk to the bar in the living room, and pour myself a drink. My memories of Giovanni are best managed with a little alcohol.

With Giovanni, it’s always been a game of cat and mouse. He was like a brother to me for most of my life. Before Bunny and Donatello came along, our fathers had trained us together to take over their empires.

We were both the first sons, born to rule, trained to be violent, feared, and as effective as sharply honed knives.

I thought I had found a brother in Giovanni or, at the very least, a friend. I was mistaken. Power comes with pressure, and it changes people. Giovanni had turned on me, tried to take my empire from me over and over again. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when he leaked word of our dealings to the FBI and had our warehouse ransacked.

I had been foolish at first, offering him second chance after second chance, only to be disappointed over and over again.

Sometimes I felt bad for my real brothers because Giovanni had taught me that weaknesses were always exploited, even by those who are supposed to love you. I had been very hard on Bunny and Donatello, trying to ensure that they knew that I was bigger, meaner, and stronger than them.

Giovanni had taught me the true cost of love and I would never allow myself to love anyone so openly ever again.

“What do you two think you can do to Giovanni?” I ask them, derision lacing the words. It’s hard to imagine Giovanni making any kind of a slip that would offer my two foolish brothers the chance to hit back at him.

Donatello and Bunny exchange glances. “Giovanni is looking to make some money off a new escort,” Bunny begins.

I look at them quizzically, and Donatello nods.

“One of the men on Bunny’s team confirmed it. They say Giovanni plans to make a lot of profit from this girl,” Donatello says. “I guess she’s incredibly hot, and potentially also a virgin. She might fetch him a pretty high price for that reason alone.”

“Where are you going with this?” I ask. I don’t know why they think that this girl that Giovanni has supposedly hired is going to somehow help us get back at him.

Bunny smiles up at me. “Imagine how crazy Giovanni will go if we snatch his new girl just before she gets to him,” he says.

I chuckle. “You both are insane,” I say. It’s petty, and it won’t actually hurt Giovanni is any significant way, but something about their idea appeals to me.

“C’mon, let’s face it. Giovanni is never going to slip up enough to let you get to him. You both know each other so well, but with this, this he will never see it coming,” Donatello says.

He’s right. Just as my tricks aren’t new to Giovanni, his tricks aren’t new to me.

I can’t one-up him any more than he can one-up me. He knows everything I know, and vice versa.

I look at my brothers.

“What do we do with the girl?”

Bunny shrugs. “Nothing, mess around with her—”

“We don’t hurt women, Bunny,” I cut in firmly.

He laughs. “Will you relax, bro? I don’t mean anything nasty. We are just going to bruise Giovanni’s ego by taunting him with the girl. We’ll figure out what to do with her later. Maybe she can be a spy for us or something. Or maybe we can sell her virginity to the highest bidder.”

“We don’t sell women to anyone,” I say firmly.

Bunny holds up his hands. “I didn’t say to anyone,” he shoots back with a grin. “You could gift her to your favorite little brother.”

I roll my eyes at him, and he chuckles and goes back to watching the game. I inhale and look down at my drink, knowing that they are waiting for my approval.

I look up with a grin.

“So, what’s the plan?” I ask.