Five Mafia Captors’ Virgin: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Casey, Nicole

  I didn’t respond to that particular statement. I wasn’t as ‘into’ bloodshed in the business as some others were. Back when I first started, I actually tried to convince myself that I could do this job without it, but Dante quickly relieved me of that belief. He told me that if I wanted to be in this line of work, it would require some dirty work, and it had ten-fold. Now, I just try to do only what is necessary, and of course it helps when it’s junk bait like Pascal.

  “What about the girl?” I asked.

  Kane’s expression ticked a little at the mention of her, and I could see his thoughts had traveled to her as well. “Apollo’s staying with her.”

  “Lucky bastard,” I grumbled. I stood up, grabbed my gloves and phone and headed for the door.

  * * *

  We met Dante outside where he told us that he had called Pascal and set up a typical business meeting under the guise that he didn’t know anything about his run in with the cops. It was evident he was livid, so I decided not to say ‘I told you so.’ Dante could be quick and merciful when he wanted to, but people messing with his business always turned him into someone cold and unforgiving. By the time we’d made it to the warehouse where we were meeting up with Pascal, Dante was so angry he was bound to turn green and grow double his size at any moment.

  Pascal was a bowling-pin shaped man, with greasy black hair, and a permanent film of grime on his skin. He was jittery and, whether or not he knew that we knew, his demeanor was a dead giveaway.

  “You look a little nervous there, Pas,” Dante started.

  Pascal’s eyes shifted in all directions. “Me? Nervous? No.”

  Dante looked over at me. “He look nervous to you, Brix?”

  I nodded. “Looks mighty nervous to me boss.”

  “Kane?” Dante asked.

  Kane crossed his arms. “I’m surprised he hasn’t peed in his pants yet.”

  A look of fear settled across Pascal’s face as he realized Dante knew everything. He held his hands up in front of his face and started waving them. “N-now, look, boss. I wasn’t gonna give them anything good.”

  “‘Them?’” Kane asked, pulling his leather gloves over his hands.

  I matched the action, sliding mine on as well. “Oh, that’s not what I heard, Kane. I heard ‘give.’

  “I heard nothing but a snitch,” Dante hissed. “And no one likes a snitch, Pascal.”

  “No. Please. I’m sorry. I won’t talk anymore. Give me a second chance,” Pascal begged, but Kane and I were already closing in.

  “Sorry,” Dante said. “I’m not a second chance kind of guy.”

  In a last ditch effort to protect himself, Pascal swung out wildly, making contact with Dante’s eye, just hard enough to break the skin. My blood turned hot in a second. Cheap shots were one thing, but those against the boss were entirely unacceptable. I clocked him and then Kane jumped in and the beating commenced in full. We didn’t let up, even long after Pascal has dropped to the ground and was merely trying to cover his body as best as he could. Blood covered the cement of the warehouse and Pascal’s original screeches of pain were nothing more than grunts and grumbles.

  Finally, Dante stepped forward and Kane and I backed off. Pascal strained to turn his body straight to look up at Dante, who pulled a gun from the breast of his coat and pointed it down at him.

  “N-no,” Pascal begged.

  “Keep your mouth shut in your next life,” Dante growled, and then he pulled the trigger and the sound of the shot rocketed through the space, deafening for the moment, and then silence. Dante returned his gun to its place in his suit coat and then turned his back to the scene. “Get this cleaned up.”

  As Dante walked out of the warehouse, Kane pulled out his bag that contained all manner of cleaning supplies and a tarp for wrapping Pascal’s body in. I grabbed the wrapped body, threw it over my shoulder, and made my way out of the warehouse, towards the river I knew was just outside. Dante had planned our meeting location with intention.

  Dante was already sitting in the back of the car waiting. I threw the body in the river, aiming specifically for the area where I knew it would get swept downstream, and by the time I was turning around, Kane was leaving the warehouse, his bag in hand. Kane climbed into the driver’s side of the car, and I into the passenger’s, and without any words exchanging between us, we started off for home.

  Sadie

  I wasn’t sure when I’d fallen asleep, but I was suddenly waking up. Part of me was hoping that I would wake up in my bed at home, but I was even more concerned that part of me wasn’t.

  That kiss I shared with Dante still shivered across my body and was making me hot just thinking about it. As I oriented myself, I realized I was still tied to the bed, but fortunately, I was also still clothed and untouched. The original fear I had when I was first brought to the home had diminished some, and now I was more annoyed than anything. I didn’t like not being in control of body, and I would at least feel better if I could move without restriction.

  I’d been there longer than a day by my estimation. A little manhandling aside, nothing bad had happened to me. I remembered the look of sly certainty on Dante’s face when he assured me he wouldn’t drug a woman to have his way with her. Maybe he really was just the kind of guy who takes what he wants, but not to a barbaric point. Maybe I could trust him?

  I looked out into the room, but it was night, and there were no lights, so the room was nearly pitch black. I could make out the hazy visage of a shadowy figure in the corner, but I couldn’t tell exactly who it was.

  “Dante?” I called out, and I hated how I sounded almost hopeful.

  The figure in the corner shifted, and my heart leaped up into my throat thinking it was Dante. It stood up from the chair it was in and made its way close enough that I could see it. It was not Dante, but one of the twins who’d done the snatch and grab at my apartment. With me unable to do much else at the moment besides look at him, I could focus more on his looks. He was pretty good looking himself. He had dirty blond hair, and light blue eyes that nearly glowed, even in the darkness. He was stacked, with thick muscles and broad shoulders. His lips curled into a smile that was somehow more relaxed than the ones I’d received so far from Dante.

  “Which twin are you?” I asked, a shake to my voice.

  “It’s Apollo.” His voice was resonant, low, and sexy. “It’s my turn to babysit.”

  I didn’t appreciate the tone of his voice as though I asked to be kidnapped and held captive. “If you aren’t interested, you can just let me go.”

  Apollo crossed his thick arms. “No, I won’t be doing that.”

  “Why?” I hissed. “Why do you just do what he says? Why do you all obey him without question?”

  “I couldn’t tell you about anyone else, but my brother and I owe him everything. We’ve struggled our whole lives, and Dante took us away from that, paid for our educations, and gave us jobs. He doesn’t just sign my paycheck, he’s my cousin, and I’d die for him,” Apollo exalted.

  My confidence that I may find a bit of help emptied out instantly. It wasn’t just another guard, it was a relative, and a dedicated one at that. “So it’s a family affair?” I asked.

  Apollo grinned. “More than you could ever understand. We’re closer than your average cousins; the tightest-knit you can find. We share everything with one another… even women.” The fear that I’d only moments before decided was going away, came back full force. What did it mean, that they shared women? Before I could ask, Apollo held up a hand. “Relax. There’s no need to worry. We’ll never touch you unless Dante allows it, and only if you’re okay with it.”

  How chivalrous. At least their orgies were based on permission. Progressive thugs; they should be in a museum somewhere. “Who all falls into ‘we’ll?’”

  “Myself, my brother, Asher, and I believe you’ve already met Brix and Kane.”

  I stared at him, trying to contain the battling fear and heat stirring up inside of me. “You’re all ok
ay with sharing women?”

  Apollo nodded. “More than. You’ve got to understand, we’ve been together for so long, we’re no longer just a regular family. We’ve formed a family inside our family, and Dante’s at the head of the table.”

  “So, I won’t be getting any help eluding him from any of you?” I asked, defeated.

  Apollo snickered, the expression on his face frighteningly resolved. “No, you will not.”

  Dejected couldn’t begin to describe how the resonance in his voice made me feel. It made it very clear that I was the only thing in the house that wasn’t controlled in its entirety by Dante. I couldn’t ever see myself being someone who would kidnap or kill someone simply because someone else told me I should, so there must have been something I was missing about Dante. It made me both curious and furious.

  He grinned at me. “The sooner you give in to Dante, the better it will be for all of us.”

  A shiver ran down my spine as he said it. I feared the answer to the question I didn’t ask: Better how? What were they planning on doing with me once I was ‘willing?’ They were willing to share women, but what did that mean for me? How much say did I really have in the matter?

  “If I never gave in to Dante, what would happen to me?” I asked finally.

  Apollo shrugged his shoulders and looked positively blank. “I don’t know,” he said. “No one has ever resisted the urge to give in.” He smiled at me. “But don’t worry, I highly doubt you’ll be the first.”

  Dante

  I stormed into my room, still furious that I actually allowed that snake to get a cheap shot on me. Not only that, but he put my business and my entire family at risk. I didn’t want to have to do what I did, but it was necessary.

  “You good?” Apollo asked; he was Sadie’s current guard.

  “Yeah, you can go,” I replied.

  “You sure?” Apollo asked.

  “Yeah. You’re off tomorrow too,” I said.

  Apollo stood in his spot for a minute, but I set a hand on his shoulder. “I’m good. Thank you. Go, enjoy your days off.”

  Apollo nodded. “Alright. Just call if you need me.”

  “I will. Thanks.”

  Apollo walked out of the room, and for the first time, I dared a glance at Sadie, she was still tied to the bed, and I immediately was tempted to take her. Whenever I was angry or tense, my chosen method for relieving my frustration was to fuck some woman senseless. Unfortunately, the current object of my attractions was far from interested in returning any of my advances, not that I could blame her. Instead of saying anything to her, I just started to remove my clothes so I could go take a shower, intentionally doing so where she could see everything I had to offer.

  I could feel her eyes on my every movement as I disrobed, and if I wasn’t trying to keep myself from losing control, I would have stayed to let her enjoy the show a bit longer, but I needed a shower to clear my mind, and hopefully calm me down. It was quick, and hot water to ease the tension in my muscles. I was starting to calm down, but when I climbed out of the shower and saw the cut above my eye, the anger came back in earnest. It was going to take a few days to get over it.

  I opened one of the drawers beneath the countertops in the bathroom, and pulled out a pair of my favorite silk pajama bottoms and pulled them on. I skipped any other garments; I didn’t need them. I walked out of the bathroom, still avoiding looking at Sadie and moved over to my minibar. I pulled out a bottle of vodka, grabbed a shot glass, and filled it to the point that some of the clear liquid spilled over the edge. I knocked the glass back, emptying the contents, and then immediately started to pour another glass.

  “Um.” I looked over and Sadie was watching me with a calmer expression. “Can you untie me?”

  I turned around to face her fully, but kept myself at a distance by the bar. “Are you ready to play nice?”

  She nodded her head and looked good enough to eat as she did so. It was a risk, but I set my glass down at the table in the center of the room, and then walked over to the bed. As much as every pore in my body was telling me to keep her tied up and shove my cock into her until she was screaming my name, I kept my animal instincts at bay and untied the ropes from around her wrists. I did feel slightly bad at the red marks encircling her wrists, but I knew they would go away eventually. I untied her ankles and she instinctively stretched her body out, tempting me with a delectable view of her midriff.

  As she sat up in the bed, her head tilted to the side. “Your eye.” She reached her hand out towards the cut Pascal had given me. I jerked my head away and quickly retreated back to the other side of the room, to reconvene with my bottle of vodka. “After all of this, why would you jerk away from me like that? I just wanted to check the cut on your eye.”

  Something about that was equal parts encouraging and endearing, but I knew I couldn’t get sloppy with the way my day had gone. “I can’t allow you to touch me in the state of mind I’m currently in. I’m sorry.”

  Sadie sat up to the edge of the bed, and I was praying she didn’t approach me. My resolve wouldn’t hold out. “What state of mind is that?”

  Something I was learning very quickly was, when it came to her curiosity, Sadie was like a dog to a bone. “Bloodthirsty,” I replied, stopping her in her tracks, “and more dangerous for you, horny. If you were to touch me, I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions. I’d have you pinned to that bed and fucking you within seconds, and that’s just where I’d start.”

  Sadie stopped her advance, and instead slid back on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest. It gave me a bit of relief. I did take Sadie to make her see that I was serious about having her, but I had no intention of hurting her. If I made a move on her against her will, especially in my current state of mind, and given that she was a virgin, I would do irreversible damage.

  “Is what Apollo told me true?” she asked finally.

  “Apollo isn’t one to lie, so I would say so,” I responded. “What did he tell you?”

  Sadie shifted with discomfort. “That you share everything. That you share women.”

  I took a deep breath. I was hoping to work that information in a bit more slowly, but I didn’t tell anyone not to tell her, so I had only myself to blame. “You’ll learn in time here, that we do things a special way, but it works for us. Things don’t happen normally when the mob has been in your family as long as it has been in mine.”

  “Were you exposed to it as a child?” Sadie asked.

  “It was hidden from me for a long time, but when I found out about it, I was less than thrilled with my father’s backbone. I took it over as soon as I could and got to work reforming the old dinosaur ways my uncles had kept in place for way too long. I took in my cousins Apollo and Asher as my second-in-commands, as they were the only ones for miles with the aptitude to do so.”

  “What a family man,” Sadie commented, but it wasn’t snide, it almost sounded envious.

  “I never had any siblings and things weren’t solid with my parents, so I never felt like I had a family,” I explained. “When I started to surround myself with people to help me run my business, I also wanted them to be people that could feel like my family.”

  “Didn’t have one, so you made one?” she said.

  I took a sip of my drink. “Does it surprise you that if I don’t have something, I just go and get it?”

  Sadie actually cracked a small chuckle, and I was relieved she picked up on my dry sense of humor. “No, I suppose that shouldn’t surprise me.” Her expression went back to a curious one. “They work for you, but do you take care of them?”

  “Kane has saved my life more times than I can count, I yearn for the opportunity to do the same for him, but the bastard never slips up,” I explained. “Brix keeps me humble, and because he never had anything as a kid, I try to make sure he wants for nothing as an adult.”

  Sadie’s eyes widened. “Wow.”

  “Apollo and Asher have the added benefits of actually being my b
lood. I consider them extensions of myself. When you’re dealing with Apollo or Asher, you’re dealing with me, and if you fuck over Apollo or Asher, you fuck over me,” I continued. “All they have to do is tell me that someone has interfered with their lives or business and I’m on my way with a loaded gun. I look after them with everything in my being.”

  “I can relate,” Sadie said. “I’d do anything for my family.”

  “Everyone has a family, but this one is mine.” I looked directly into her eyes. “And I would do anything for those who I consider mine.”

  Kane

  For as tough a guy as I counted myself, I couldn’t survive without my coffee. I slept pretty well through the night after taking out Pascal the night before, but I still woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept in a month. I sat impatiently watching the drip of the, oddly archaic coffee pot for how much Dante liked to keep only the nicest things around, but he wasn’t a coffee drinker himself, and kept it around mostly for myself and the twins. It was taking a while to brew when someone else wandered into the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder, expecting Apollo or Asher, and instead was met with Sadie. She looked sexy with her hair up in a bun, and a set of more loungy clothes that she no doubt received from Dante. Briefly, I wondered if that meant Dante had taken his fill of her, but she didn’t look like a woman who’d just survived a night with the beast.

  I raised my eyebrow and opened my mouth to speak, but she held up a hand. “Relax. I’m not escaping. I’m just bored.”

  I released the tension in my shoulders as Sadie leaned back against the counter. She looked at the pot of coffee with a longing deep in her eyes. “Ugh, can I have some of that?”

  I looked at the pot of coffee and it had finally finished brewing. I pulled a couple of mugs down from the cabinet above the pot and set them on the counter. I took the pot and tipped it over the mug. “Room for cream?” I asked.