Dark Betrayal (Famiglia Book 2)

by A. J. Daniels

  When the song ends, Alessandro leads us away from the wedding reception, and down a small, grassy hill toward a little pond. His one hand is in the pocket of his black dress pants, the other grips my hand as we stare out over the small body of water. Alessandro releases a long breath, dropping my hand and turns to me, cupping my face in the palms of both his hands. His grey eyes bore into mine that I’m almost certain he can see down to my soul, that he knows what’s in my heart.

  “I should’ve said this long ago, Jessika. You’re my heart, Angel, I don’t want to waste another day where you’re not mine. I love you and I know I haven’t done a great job of it up til now but I promise I’ll protect you with my life.”

  The dam holding my tears at bay all day breaks and I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my head into his chest and inhaling his masculine scent. God, I love the way he smells.

  “I love you too,” I whisper into his chest. “All the pieces of you, even the broken ones you try to hide, and even the pieces that scare you.”

  Alessandro’s lips crash down on mine in a claiming kiss and then he’s throwing me over his shoulder, waving goodbye to our friends before storming off towards the hotel we booked for the night.

  “TO WHAT DO I owe the pleasure of your visit?” he says, reclining back in the oversized leather chair in the corner of his home office. The fireplace blazing in front of him, sending streaks of red and orange across his face.

  “Now, now, Nikolay. Is that any way to greet your only son?”

  He scoffs, taking a drink of the liquid in his glass. “You are not my son.”

  “The DNA test begs to differ,” I say, unbuttoning my suit jacket and taking up a seat in the leather chair beside him, a side table with a decanter and another glass the only thing that separates us.

  “It’s a piece of paper,” he shrugs, crossing an ankle over a knee. “It means shit to me.”

  I pour myself a drink and recline back in my seat mimicking his posture. “And what if I told you I had the pleasure of meeting one of my dear sisters and her meat-head boyfriend. Does that mean shit to you?”

  “Stay away from Jessika,” he hisses, dropping his foot and leaning towards me. I smirk, finally having garnered his full attention.

  “No can do, father. See, if I had known my sister dearest had a,” I pause, waving my hand in the air, “an adventurous side to her I may have made my presence known sooner.”

  Despite the dim lighting in the room, I watch as the blood drains from Nikolay’s face but I keep going. “It wasn’t my intention to go seeking her out right away but I followed her boyfriend to this club in the next town over and before I know it, he’s inviting me into their bed.”

  “What do you want Kase?” His knuckles turn white with the pressure he’s putting on the glass between his fingers.

  I grin, taking in the dark walls and furnishings around the room. “This,” I say gesturing around us. “All of it. I want it all, Nikolay, and as your only son and oldest out of your children, it stands to reason that everything you’ve built will be mine… in time.”

  “Over my dead body,” he growls, and I chuckle.

  “That is the plan, father. Over your dead body,” I repeat and Nikolay visibly stills. “Oh, don’t worry,” I begin, placing my glass on the table between us, standing up buttoning my suit jacket as I do. “I’m not ready to kill you yet. You can still be very useful to me.”

  “This business will never be yours, Kase. I own the Bratva. They do whatever I say.” He rushes to his feet when I turn my back on him like he did to my mother all those years ago. Choosing to ignore her and the role he played in getting an eighteen-year-old pregnant while he was married to his wife. He may be the head of the Bratva – for now- but I’ll make him pay for every silent tear my mother cried at night when she thought I was asleep, for every meal we had to go without because Nikolay Romanov couldn’t give two shits that my mother was working two jobs trying to support us, but it wasn’t nearly enough. He’s right, the Bratva do whatever he says but I’ve already put plans in place that will see an end to that and by the time I’m done, everything he owns will be mine. Starting with Jessika.

  “For now, but what will they say when they find out you can’t even control your own daughter? That the daughter you raised as a trained killer is no longer under your thumb?”

  His steps falter and the expression on his face tells me exactly what I need to know. Nikolay has no intention of ever letting that fact become public knowledge within the Bratva because if anyone found out that he no longer controls the deadliest killer in the family all hell will break loose. Jessika may not know the true power she holds over her father so I’m making it my mission to enlighten her, and then… well, then I’ll own her. Mind. Body. And soul. I’ve already had her body next step is her mind.

  For now, I’ll bide my time, planning my next move on how to get invited back into their bed. I’ll gain their trust and then I’ll do what Nikolay failed to do… get rid of the boyfriend, Alessandro. I could care less about Braxton De Luca and the Famiglia. I wanted Jessika. With her at my side as the head of the Bratva my sole mission in life will be complete. Is it sick to fantasize about my half-sister this way? Probably, but no one in this fucking family is normal. Plus, what my sister dearest doesn’t know can’t kill her.

  THE END.

  BRAXTON

  Four months later

  “KLARA?” MY VOICE booms through the quiet house a few seconds before the door clicks closed behind me and I unholster one of the guns I’m always packing and lock it in a drawer in the kitchen.

  She’s not in the living room as I make my way through the house, unbuttoning my suit jacket and throwing it on the back of the leather sofa. It’s been a long ass day. Alessandro and I had to pay another visit to someone who thinks they can get away with not paying back their loan. Fucker lost a few fingers and learned not to mess with me again.

  I feel my shoulders deflate a little running one hand through my hair at the same time the other tugs at my tie just as my feet hit the tops of the stairs. My steps falter when I push open the door to our bedroom. Klara is laying on her back in the middle of the king size bed in nothing but a bra and panties. Her legs bent at the knee and spread out, her back arched, one hand palming her breast over the black material, and the other disappearing beneath her matching lace panties. The light from the white Christmas lights strung along the headboard illuminating her skin in a soft glow. Suddenly I’m very glad I didn’t argue with her when she wanted to decorate our bedroom for the holidays. Unholstering the second gun, I place it on top the tall dresser by the door. Not being able to take my eyes off the scene in front of me, my tongue runs along my bottom lip. I’m suddenly feeling very hungry.

  “Braxton…”

  The sound of my name leaving her lips on a moan causes my already hard dick to twitch behind the zipper of my dress pants. Ever since Klara officially moved in I’ve been walking around with a constant hard-on. Especially when she walks around the house in nothing but my button up shirt with my scent marring her skin and her just fucked hair falling around her shoulders and down her back.

  A low growl vibrates up my chest when I watch her fingers pick up their speed circling her clit. Her juices soaking through her panties. I’m on her in the next second, my dress shirt hanging open, hands pushing her legs further apart exposing her to my view.

  “Ah,” she moans when I lick her through the lace. Her hands fly to my head in an attempt to hold me where she wants me but I shake them off.

  “Getting started without me, Mia Bella?”

  Her breaths come in quick pants as I lick up her slit, sucking her clit between my lips before continuing to lick up her torso then her neck, nipping at her jaw, then pressing my lips to hers, my tongue demanding entry.

  I feel the rest of the stress of the day melt away when her taste hits me. Rich espresso and caramel. My girl never can say no to those damn caramel filled candies and her coffee. Her two weak
nesses besides my cock.

  “And if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’ll be finishing without you too.” She gazes up at me with hooded eyes, a playful smirk on her lips. Lips that were made to be wrapped around my dick… just not right now. I need her.

  “Is that so?” I ask trailing fingers between the apex of her thighs and slipping under the flimsy fabric until I find the little nub.

  “Fuck! Braxton, please,” she pants.

  “Please what?” I continue my slow torture on her clit.

  “Please fuck me,” she begs and I grin. I’ll never get tired of hearing those words fall from her mouth.

  Leaning back on my hunches, I grip her hips and flip her over onto her front, lifting her up by her shoulders until she’s kneeling in front of me.

  “Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”

  She does as I command and I quickly grab the left-over string of pearls from the Christmas tree decorations from the plastic shopping bag in the far corner of the room. I make quick work of tying her hands with the pearls, groaning at the sight in front of me when I’m done. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Placing a hand in the middle of her shoulders I push until she’s bent over with her face pushed into the soft covers we recently picked out together like a fucking married couple, and admire her bent over for me, her panties soaked through and evidence of her arousal running down her inner thighs.

  Curling my fingers into the fabric I pull, satisfied when it rips effectively removing any barrier between me and her sweet pussy. Klara groans when I press my tongue flat against her slit, her hips undulating when I suck the swollen nub between my lips. I can tell she’s close by the little sounds she’s making but I’ll be damned if I let her come without being buried balls deep inside her.

  I have my pants off and pushing into her a moment later. I try to give her a few seconds to get used to my size but she doesn’t wait before she’s rocking back onto me. I grip her hips in my hands, helping her slide up and down my length and watch as her ass bounces while her pussy greedily sucks me in.

  “Brax…” she groans and I know neither one of us is going to last long.

  Increasing my hold on her hips, effectively holding her in place, I piston my hips fucking her hard and fast. I know she can take it and I’m not disappointed.

  “Shit. Fuck. Yes, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begs, the walls of her pussy clenching around me.

  Sliding my arm under her shoulders, I help her kneel, pulling her back into my front and releasing her hands from their binds. I need to feel her hands on me and she doesn’t disappoint. As soon as her hands are free, she’s gripping my thigh, her nails digging into the flesh, as I continue pounding into her and meeting me thrust for thrust. Wrapping a hand around her throat, I force her to look at me over her shoulder and claim her mouth again, swallowing her screams as she comes around my cock.

  “Come for me, baby,” she pants after she comes down from her high, my cock still pushing deep. “Fill me up, Braxton.” She adds a little twist to her hips as she slams down at the same time I thrust up and that’s enough to have me seeing stars as I pour into her. Klara’s head rolls back against my shoulder as another orgasm rushes through her.

  Pulling out of her slowly, I go clean myself up in the attached ensuite bathroom. When I walk back into the bedroom to clean her up, Klara is laying on her belly, a sleepy, content smile on her face. My entire life I was led to believe that no one would ever love me because my life was not a life conducive to a wife or a family. But this woman with her curves, baby blue eyes, a stubbornness to be rivaled, and the way she calls me out on my shit has somehow managed to tame the monster inside me while at the same time kicking up my protective instincts. I lost her once before, I’d be a damn fool to her lose her a second time. She’s stuck with me whether she realizes it or not. I’ll protect her with my life. I’ll make sure that every day she knows how much I love her, even if that means spending hours watching those ridiculous shows she’s addicted to on Netflix.

  I quickly clean her up and throw the washcloth in the clothes hamper before climbing into bed beside her and dragging her back until she’s securely laying in my arms.

  “Merry Christmas, Klara.” Wrapping an arm around her, I place a kiss on her forehead, my heart swelling with the way she sighs a content sigh and burrows further into me.

  My brows furrow when she pulls away a few minutes later, rolling over to her side of the bed. I hear the opening and closing of the drawer of her nightstand and then she’s back snuggling into my side, handing me a piece of printer paper.

  “What’s this?”

  “Flip it over.” I feel her lips form a smile against my chest.

  My breath hitches and I think my heart stops beating for a second after I turn over the square of paper.

  “Merry Christmas, Braxton.”

  I stare at the black and white image a little longer until I feel Klara start to squirm against me. Placing the paper on my nightstand, I roll on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

  “I’m going to be a dad?” I ask, my voice hitching more than I’d like to admit.

  A slow smile tugs at the corners of her lips, a tear sliding down her cheek. “You’re going to be a dad,” she whispers, her hands running up my biceps to my shoulders. “Is, um… are you…”

  I slam my mouth down on hers, cutting off any doubt she has, but just in case she needs more confirmation I say, “I love you, Klara.”

  “And I love you, Brax.”

  “We’re going to be a family,” I say, leaning my forehead against hers. Pale blue eyes staring up at me.

  “We’re going to be a family,” she repeats my words on a breath as I slide back into her slick heat.

  I Own You – Shinedown

  Breaking Inside – Shinedown

  Welcome To The Jungle – Guns ‘n Roses

  Moving in Slow Motion – The Sweet Remains

  The Reason – Hoobastank

  I have Questions – Camila Cabello

  Consequences – Camila Cabello

  Love Don’t Live Here – Lady Antebellum

  A Thousand Years – Christina Perri

  Tin Man – Miranda Lambert

  Woman Up – Meghan Trainor

  All My Life – Foo Fighters

  When You Break – Bear’s Den

  Raise Hell – Dorothy

  Closer – Nine Inch Nails

  Boomerang – Chelsea Williams

  Say You Love Me – Jessie Ware

  Million Reasons – Lady Gaga

  At Last – Etta James

  Unforgettable – Nat King Cole

  Other books by this author:

  Behind These Eyes series (can be read as standalones):

  Skin Deep

  Always You

  Famiglia series (can be read as standalones but it is recommended to read them in order):

  Dark Desire

  Dark Betrayal

  Standalones:

  Coming Home – Appearing in the Me + You Summer Romance Anthology.

  Coming Soon

  Famiglia series:

  Dark Redemption

  Standalones:

  UnžBreakable

  Dark Redemption

  Unedited sneak Peek

  Chapter One

  MASON

  One Year Ago

  The amber liquid burned on the way down, the ice clinking in the glass as I lowered my hand down to rest on the arm of the chair. The scene in front of me should have been enough to make me forget. To keep me in the here and now where all I had to do was watch and allow my body to take over while my mind shut down. I cursed as the two women finger-fucked each other on the bed in front of me even as my dick remained soft. My own body was betraying me. No matter how much bourbon I drank or how many women I brought back here with the intent of fucking, it was never the same. It would never be the same. No woman could ever measure up to her.

  My wife.

  The love of my life.

>   The woman I fell madly in love with at fifteen. The woman I couldn’t wait to marry the minute we graduated. She was my world, with her long golden hair and bright green eyes. We had so many dreams after we got married way too young. Finish college. Go to law school. Start a family. Em had wanted to start trying for a baby as soon as I had that law degree in my hand but I started at the firm not too long after and begged her to wait two more years until I had time to establish myself more within the company. She agreed because she was always fucking putting my dreams ahead of her own. Two years turned into five which turned into ten. I saw the sadness and disappointment in her eyes but she never said anything because that’s the kind of woman she was. I knew she still held out hope that one day I would come home and declare that we could start trying for the family I knew she dreamt about every night.

  But fate was a cruel hearted bitch.

  I had finally been given the promotion I had worked my ass off for. I bled for that firm and I was finally getting it. I had made partner. On my way home that I night I stopped and picked up Em’s favorite flowers and bottle of wine. That night was the night I was going to tell her that we could start the family she always wanted. Except when I got home, she wasn’t in the kitchen preparing us dinner like she usually was. The lights downstairs were off which was unusual. She wasn’t in the library I had built for her either. I did eventually find her… in our bedroom. Curled in a fetal position in the middle of the king-sized bed, mascara stained tears on her cheeks.

  “Em? Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” My eyes quickly scanned her but nothing looked out of the ordinary. She didn’t look hurt.

  She never responded to my question, silent sobs continued to rack her body even as I curled around her. My front to her back and pulled her back into me, trying to soothe her with reassuring words whispered into her ear.