Scandalous Heroes Box Set
Page 1
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
EPILOGUE
Everything is Everything
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Scandalous Heroes
Sensual Romance Collection
Sienna Mynx
Aliyah Burke
Pepper Pace
Tiana Laveen
Latrivia S. Nelson
Erosa Knowles
Serenity King
Bridget Midway
Yvette Hines
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Scandalous Heroes
Copyright © 2014, Sienna Mynx, Latrivia S. Nelson, Pepper Pace, Bridget Midway, Serenity King, Aliyah Burke, Tiana Laveen, Yvette Hines, Erosa Knowles
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Dedication
To all of our readers who have stood beside us faithfully and loved us all equally, we give this collection to you. May you enjoy each new and original story.
Table of Contents
Rallenti - Sienna Mynx 6
Raw Exposure - Aliyah Burke 200
Everything is Everything - Pepper Pace 400
Tattooed Moon - Tiana Laveen 699
Vasily’s Revenge - Latrivia S. Nelson 923
Double Trouble - Erosa Knowles 1058
The Wrath of Michael - Serenity King 1314
Last Call – Bridget Midway 1459
Sieged by Rym - Yvette Hines 1656
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission by the author.
Rallenti
Copyright © 2014, Sienna Mynx
Editor: Danielle Harden
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
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Rallenti
By Sienna Mynx
“One word. You must learn it, before we begin,” he traced his finger now across the outline of her lip. “Say it with me. Rallenti.” – Renaldo Cracchiolo
The year is 1993. Life as an enforcer for one of the most notorious crime bosses in Italy isn’t easy. Renaldo Cracchiolo is a Sicilian who takes pride in the oaths of omerta to honor and obey the wishes of his Don. It’s the reason why he was chosen to cross the Atlantic to New York City. However, the woman he meets and the time they share changes his heart and destiny.
Kyra Okeeno has big dreams. Born a second generation Nigerian American she’s decided to create her career outside of the expectations of her family. Working for Mirabella’s Fashion House in Manhattan is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Although there are whispers that the black designer who disappeared to Italy and married into a ruthless crime family plans to close her American offices, Kyra believes her new job will secure her future as a designer. But when she meets the family enforcer who was sent there to protect the women who own the company Kyra finds her self irresistibly drawn to his dark brooding. The passion they share is surprising, the friendship lasting. And on the night her world falls apart he is the only man capable of her rescue. And his actions bring about deadly consequences jeopardizing their budding romance before it truly gets a start. Could their friendship develop into something meaningful, or are the differences they share to vast? Donna Mirabella Battaglia is the only one who can decide.
Rallenti, is a short novella lifted from the Battaglia Mafia Series. If you are a fan of the series you will love reading about the family and their passions. If you are new to the series be warned—there can be scandal, danger, and intrigue in loving the men from the Battaglia Mafia Clan.
Prelude
Girl Lost
“Kyra, you will fail. Do you hear me? We raised you better than this. School is what you should be working toward not a silly dream!” Her father’s words thundered in her skull. He looked to her mother and aunts for affirmation. When the women fell silent he threw up his hands in defeat. “I can’t deal with this!”
Her father walked out of the kitchen.
“Sit down, Kyra. Now.” Her mother said, as if she were only twelve instead of twenty-two. Kyra sat. Her mother began to flip from one sketch to another. “These are lovely, Kyra. I’m proud of your talent,” her mother began. She looked up at her with tears in her eyes, which overshadowed her praise. “But this is not your future. Your future is to be a doctor. It is what you have worked your entire life for.”
“It’s what you and Daddy want. Not me. Adika is only eight and she talks about being a lawyer. Esinam and Doe are both out of college working in jobs they hate and married to men they can’t stand. They made all of their choices based on what you and Daddy wanted.”
“That’s not true!” Doe said from behind her.
Kyra looked back. Her oldest sister was in the room. She didn’t mean to break Doe’s confidence about the troubles in her marriage but she was sinking. Her mother and aunts were banding together. She saw the writing on the wall.
Doe marched into the room, her long micro-braids swaying down her back. “You are selfish and spoiled.” She pointed a finger at Kyra. “Mama and Daddy have always spoiled you. Don’t sit there and talk about my husband when you have a different boyfriend every week.”
“That
’s enough, Doe,” her mother said.
“Mama, you need to know the truth. Kyra has been sleeping with half of New York! She’s no angel!”
“I said that’s enough!” her mother snapped. Doe looked at Kyra with fury and stormed out. Her sister was only three years older than her and already she had four children. She knew Doe loved to dance, and had wished to go to dance school. Those dreams were set aside after the arranged marriage to the son of their minister. It was one of the reasons why Kyra feared her mother’s decisions for her daughters. Because marriage or school were the only two choices.
“I am not sleeping with half of New York. I have one boyfriend. One!”
“I will put it this way to you, Kyra,” her mother replied. “Either you stop this and join the medical program at NYU, or your father and I will cut you off financially. We will not pay for you to go to this fancy fashion school, and you will not sit here and live for free.”
“No, Mama,” Kyra shook her head sadly. “Please, listen to me…”
Her mother put up her hand. “Doe is right. You’re spoiled. Now you’re reckless with your future. You break my heart, girl. You think I don’t know about the nights you are out in the streets with those loose girlfriends. I keep the gossip from your father. I prayed you would get it out of your system. You made us so proud when you graduated with your degree. So happy when you were accepted into medical school. You are smart, Kyra, smarter than all of them. You could be anything. But not this.” Her mother shoved the portfolio at her. Kyra glanced to her aunts for support. They all looked at her as if she would fail.
She sighed. She stood and picked up her portfolio. Her heart was so heavy and her sadness so deep it had a strangle hold on her vocal chords. She couldn’t explain herself further. She wouldn’t try. In her family there were rules and expectations that everyone adhered to. She loved her parents. They sacrificed everything to bring them to this country, from Nigeria and provide them every opportunity. Her mother and father worked hard. It was disrespectful to abandon their teachings now.
The only course she could take would be the one she would have to take alone. One where she proved them wrong and earned their respect. She picked up her purse and started for the door. There was nothing left to say if she couldn’t say the things her mother wanted to hear. As she passed out of the back room to the front she saw her father sitting in his favorite chair. He didn’t bother to look up. The sight of him so angry with her choices made her courage falter. Would it be all that bad to dedicate another six years of her life to medical school? Could she not give her father his dream of having a daughter who was a doctor?
Kyra sighed and walked out of the door.
Chapter One
He speaks!
“Miss Okeeno!” A strong male voice barked her name.
Startled, Kyra Okeeno slammed shut the top cover of her spiral ring sketchpad. Mr. Tate stood in front of the receptionist cubicle drumming his fingers over the surface. Kyra’s heart pumped hard. She knew she flushed with guilt. Tate’s hooded gaze locked in on her.
“Well?” he asked.
Kyra’s mouth opened to respond and nothing but a short breath escaped her. Her mind went blank. She could read displeasure in the set of his face, fixed jaw, and coal black eyes that were both all knowing and unblinking. Those dark orbs under blondish brown lashes narrowed on the sketchpad she concealed with her hand.
Kyra was busted. She needed to be quick with her reply. “I’m sorry, Mr. Tate, did you need something?”
Theodore Tate let go a snort of disapproval. He wore a steel grey suit. He had mastered the tailored Wall Street businessman look down to his diamond cufflinks, tiepin, and Prada loafers. He was one of those men who appeared tall even when sitting. His dark blondish brown hair gleamed under the office lights, polished and tapered with not a strand out of place. Mr. Tate was handsome, but the kind of loathsome handsome guy that would fuck a waitress in the bathroom while his dinner date sat at the table thinking he’d just left to wash his hands. He was the voice, the face, the dealmaker for one of the top fashion houses in New York—Mirabella’s. The dictator of their lives made Kyra nervous every time he spoke her name.
“Did you not hear me, Miss Okeeno?” he asked.
She had not. Was he talking? Sometimes when caught in the middle of a thought the volume went down on the scene before her and all she could hear was the inner voice in her head warning her of how to speak, and behave with these people. Kyra swallowed and tried to appear composed.
“Ah, no, forgive me.” Kyra turned the sketchpad over and put on the sweetest smile she could muster for her boss. “What can I do for you, Mr. Tate?” she asked again. She maintained a poised and unassuming posture in her seat. He called her ‘Miss Okeeno’ when he was pissed, and Kyra after he finished off a bottle of scotch in his office. It was his regimen every day before lunch at ten-thirty in the morning. Kyra was tasked with discarding the evidence, providing a breath mint and a fresh cup of coffee. If she were caught sketching out her personal design ideas on the company’s time when he was in this mood it could cost her, probably her job. And Kyra needed her job.
“Catalina Battaglia arrives today. She’s bringing Mirabella’s sister Marietta Battaglia,” Mr. Tate informed her. “Or have you forgotten?”
“Sister?” Kyra doubled back. There was a rumor that Mirabella Battaglia, the reclusive and mysterious black American fashion designer, the namesake and owner of the company, had given birth to twins in Sicily. There were a lot of rumors about the Battaglias. But Kyra had never heard one referencing a sister. As far as she knew Mirabella was an only child, who had grown up poor and unnoticed until she struck gold with her fashion scene in New York. With the help of Mr. Tate and her slain best friend, Fabiana Girelli, Mirabella Ellison went on to create a multi-million dollar empire and then ran off with a Sicilian mob boss never to return. That company was where Kyra now worked. Kyra knew her idol’s bio by heart and could recite everything she’d researched on Mirabella’s life before she became a recluse.
“I didn’t know Mrs. Battaglia had a sister… Wow that’s amaz—”
Theodore leaned in with his hand braced on the cubicle. His breath smelled as if he just guzzled down a gallon of Listerine. A mask to cover up an early morning cocktail before his business day began, which might explain his surly mood. “I don’t pay you to know these things,” his voice was low and intimidating. “What I want to hear is that you have prepared the conference room for the meeting and all is in order. Now. Miss Okeeno, let’s try again. Is everything in order?”
“Yes. It is, sir!” Kyra nodded her head so hard and fast that it made her dizzy. She learned early on that whenever the Battaglias arrived it was an important event for the office. And a very stressful meeting day for her boss. Just three months ago Catalina Battaglia had come for a short visit and her presence had rattled everyone from Carole Montague, the fashion house’s lead designer, to the cleaning staff. The raven-haired Sicilian spoke softly but she did so with unquestioning authority.
“Breakfast is catered by Frankfort’s Deli, the projector is on and ready, the phone line connectivity issues from last week have been fixed. We’re able to conference in Mrs. Battaglia from Italy if you choose,” she prattled on. She read off her list to Mr. Tate, to restore his confidence in her abilities. She wasn’t a complete rookie. She’d been with the company six months. The last girl who occupied her chair had left on maternity leave. Kyra had hopes the temporary job assignment would turn permanent. Working at Mirabella’s was the first step she had made to bring her closer to her dream. She wanted to be a designer, but not just an ordinary one. Her talent was in shoes.
“All right that’s enough. I’ll be in my office. Buzz me the minute the doorman calls to announce their arrival.” Mr. Tate stalked off. With a deep sigh of relief Kyra dropped back in her chair.
“He’s on the warpath huh?” Bette asked. She approached with several folders in her crossed arms.
K
yra glanced from Bette to the retreating back of the irate Scottish tyrant. “That man makes me so nervous,” she admitted.
Bette chuckled. She was the Product Development Manager and a very accomplished marketing director under the House of Mirabella’s. Kyra secretly envied her success. They were only two years apart and Bette had a rental on Park Avenue and a cute little beach cottage in the Hamptons. And Bette was confident too. She was a trendsetter like most of the other young, rich, and influential New Yorkers. Bette wore her hair dyed blue-black in a spiked mohawk style. She dressed in pen-skirts and flimsy white loose collar pirate style blouses underneath leather waist corsets. Bette Mitchell had class, attitude, and a superiority complex.
“So I guess you heard?” Bette asked.
“Heard?”
“Teddy Bear’s job is on the line. Ever since Fabiana died and Mirabella moved to Italy Teddy lost his golden boy crown.”
“Oh, no, I hadn’t heard that.” Kyra said.
“It should be interesting to see this sister of Mirabella’s though. I don’t remember Mira having family. And a twin?” Bette scoffed. “The woman’s life reads like some trashy romance novel. Every month it’s something else with that family she married into.”
“You think those cute bodyguards are coming back?” Kyra asked with a sheepish grin. She needed to change the subject from office gossip. And it made her uncomfortable to talk trash about the fashion icon she idolized. Bette and the others spoke as if they hated and envied Mirabella Battaglia constantly.
The first impression left on Kyra when Catalina Battaglia arrived for a business meeting was the company she kept. The men were tall masculine gods in suits. One in particular who the others seemed to defer to for orders turned heads and caught the eye of every woman and gay man on staff. Including Bette. He was silent and brooding, never speaking. Always observing. Bette had told her his name was Renaldo.