Double Deep Dark Desires: A Mafia MFM Menage Romance

by Olivia Harp

  Beast moved to the front of the house. He knew what he had to do.

  First things first.

  Mills gently tapped on the cell phone screen, almost pleading his worst fear would not come true.

  An old, familiar ring broke the silence inside the house, only to be turned off a second later.

  Every muscle in his body went hard, this is it.

  He should have been scared, he should have felt something like regret. His boss found them, probably also found her, but he could only feel anger. Hatred even.

  You’re dead if you touch her.

  He balled his fists, exploding with fury. He was ready to give his life away for her. He stepped forward but Beast put his arm in front of him.

  He locked eyes with him and found pure, unadulterated hate. His eyes told him one thing: you’re a professional. Beast nodded to the side and Mills got it.

  The towering man walked forward, his feet pressing hard against the dirt, until he climbed the two steps to the front door.

  Mills had to do his part.

  Chapter 30

  Beast

  The lights were on and she wasn’t out here, greeting them. Jena was scared to death about the job they had to do tonight, even if she didn’t even know what it was.

  She was strong though, she understood this is what they did. But she was worried to death.

  If she was awake —and surely she probably would have been— Jena would already be out here, running to their arms. That was the first clue.

  The second was even more obvious. The boss hadn’t contacted them all evening. Not even a message to see how shit went.

  They didn’t connect the dots until they were here. Of course something was going on.

  The final nail on the coffin was Mills’ call.

  “Jena?” He said out loud.

  The air was deathly still. As soon as he was inside the house, its warmth bathed his body but it wasn’t welcoming. It was like entering the gates of hell.

  The cold grip of his .45 felt like the only link he had with the world of the living.

  How would Roberto Caronte react? Would he put a bullet in his head, no questions asked, or did he need an explanation?

  “I know you’re here, boss,” he said calmly, his deep voice echoing in the empty house.

  “Well, what are you waiting for, Beast?” The boss replied from the kitchen.

  The gun was pointed downward, but steady, always steady.

  “Jena, are you there?”

  “Come here, dear boy,” Caronte said, “let’s make this quick.”

  Beast approached the door to the kitchen. He peeked inside, a quick peek, enough to see who was in there.

  His boss stood behind the kitchen’s island, to his left, looking straight at the door, was Henry, a younger kid who wanted to be a thug.

  He’d always been too into fashion, the red scarf around his neck a testament of it.

  He heard his woman. Her muffled yells to the right, someone or something prevented her from speaking out.

  Red-hot anger rose inside of him, he wanted —no, needed— to kill anyone who harmed hre. But he was a professional, raw instinct was not meant for a place like this.

  Not now, at least.

  “Come in, you dumb fuck,” Henry said, “you thought you could get away with this?”

  “Roberto,” Beast said, “let her leave. This is between us.”

  “Are you going to keep hiding, or are you going to say it to my face?”

  Jena moaned again, he could hear her frantically crying. At least she was alive.

  He stepped into the doorway and was greeted by three men pointing their guns at him.

  Jena stood on the corner to his right, behind Peter, who pressed his hand hard against her mouth. She was covered in bruises, her left eye swollen and blue, her clothes ripped in several places, full of bloodstains and dried dirt.

  He could die at any moment, no problem, he had been in peace with that for a long time. But this was different. Mills and himself were responsible for this. They should have put her on a bus or plane and given her money and that was it, she would have been safe.

  But no. You had to make her stay.

  For the first time in his life, he felt his heart breaking. It was an empty feeling, like a cold fist squeezing his heart as hard as possible. His eyes shone with regret.

  It felt as if his soul left his body, leaving him behind, alive but empty, a damaged shell that served no purpose but to bring pain upon people.

  “Evening, old friend,” Beast said to the old man.

  He could kill him right now. It was just a matter or raising his gun to him and pressing the trigger. But even if he got him, she would probably die in the crossfire.

  “Drop your weapon,” mister Caronte ordered.

  He didn’t hesitate, he dropped the gun and kicked it toward Henry.

  “Where the hell is Mills?”

  “He’s not part of this.”

  “That’s not what she told us.”

  He eyed Jena for half a second, her eyes went wide and tried to say something but couldn’t.

  Holy hell, Jena. You didn’t tell them anything, did you? Not even here. We don’t deserve you.

  “She lied, then.”

  Henry flinched.

  “Stop fucking around,” he said, “you’re always together.”

  “I even thought you were faggots,” Peter spat with a laugh. That’s when Beast saw him —really saw him— for the first time.

  His face was fucked, his nose broken, front teeth missing. Did he get beat up by a gang or—

  The sudden realization of what must have happened made him smile.

  “Jena,” Beast said, calmly, “you shouldn’t have fucked Peter up like that, he’s always trying to prove he’s a man, even though he’s secretly gay.”

  The boss and Henry chuckled, Peter went red with anger and pointed his gun at Beast, instead of Jena’s head.

  “You shut the fuck up!” he yelled, “I’m gonna kill you mother—”

  The cabinets beside him exploded, suddenly painted with blood. Peter’s eyes went blank in an instant, his body limp and lifeless. The sound of another explosion filled the room.

  Henry jumped back, full of fear, looking at the big windows behind him.

  Roberto Caronte dived instantly, Beast leaped toward Henry, bringing him to the floor. Boss Caronte crawled behind the island as fast as he could, bullets wheezing just above him.

  He pointed his gun outside and—

  Henry’s gun fired one, two times. Beast was careful to push it away, he didn’t want a stray bullet hitting the love of his life.

  He punched his neck but the God damned scarf cushioned his blow. Focus.

  Beast kept crashing Henry’s hand against the floor until he dropped the gun, then raised both hands to give him the final blow, but Henry kneed him in the groin.

  He bent forward, falling over Henry. Adrenaline surged through his body, someone was yelling something, but he couldn’t make out the words.

  Gunfire surrounded him, boss Caronte shot at Mills outside.

  Henry tried to grab Beast’s weapon, just a few inches away from them, but his reflexes were too sharp, Beast kicked it away to the main hall.

  He heard the click of an empty gun on the other side of the kitchen.

  “He’s out of bullets, Mills!”

  Henry hit him twice, on the chin and nose. The kid was strong and sure of himself, if he was anyone else, he would have been knocked out by now.

  An elbow to his face. Shit.

  Boss Caronte, on the other side of the room, struggled to reload his gun with just one hand.

  Henry stood and ran to the doorway. He’s trying to get my gun. What a fucking asshole.

  Beast grabbed his right foot mid-air and threw him off balance. The glass window shattered behind him, it was Mills, finally coming inside.

  It was about time.

  He stood up just as the orange tint of gunfire
filled the room around him. Mills shooting at the man on the floor, the man shooting back at him.

  Henry lurched himself forward to grab the gun, but Beast caught him and jumped on his back, preventing him from getting it.

  It was two inches away, he needed to do something.

  He grabbed the scarf and pulled as hard as he could. Henry’s hands instantly went to his throat. Then, in a moment of clarity, shot forward to grab the gun. Beast had to keep going, if he changed his mind now, he would surely die.

  Finish the God damned job.

  Henry grabbed the weapon, and pointed it behind him as best as he could. Beast jerked to the side and avoided the bullet, it’s wheezing noise filling his ears.

  Too close.

  He tightened the scarf so hard the fabric began to make ripping noises. Henry tried to shoot again but there was no more strength in him, he kept struggling for air, his face bright red, until the gun fell from his hands.

  He was dead.

  To his left was Jena, curled up in the corner, shaking with fear, hiding her face with in her hands, her whimpers the only thing that hurt him more than a bullet ever could.

  “Jena?” He whispered.

  Someone grunted on the opposite corner of the room. It was Mills, he sat there, with his back on the wall, staring at him.

  “He got me,” Mills quipped, “is she all right?”

  “Jena?” Beast asked again, his voice breaking.

  Jena kept crying. She was shaking, unable to respond. She’s having a panic attack. Beast would never forget her frantic cries. They would stay with him, like a thorn in his heart, for the rest of his life.

  He placed his arms around her, the dead body of Peter lied by her side. She was in shock. No one should ever have go through this.

  “Jena, are you hurt? It’s me, Sebastian.”

  She kept crying for a few seconds longer, then stopped breathing, her skin broke out with goose bumps.

  Her breathing began to normalize, her fear washing away, until she raised her eyes to him.

  “What did you say?”

  “Are you hurt?”

  “No, after that.”

  He saw it now. She’d been spared. The bullets didn’t touch her. She’ll live. His heart raced faster than ever before. Happiness overwhelmed him until tears flooded his eyes, but he was strong, he would not let them out.

  “I said it’s me, Sebastian.”

  She smiled, a miraculous smile, like a message from Heaven, a sign that she would be all right.

  “Sebastian,” she said and caressed his jaw, “that’s a beautiful name.”

  “Beast?” Mills asked from across the room.

  “She’s fine, David,” he said, “she’s fine.”

  Chapter 31

  Jena

  It was hell. It was a brush with death and for the second time, she made it out alive.

  Jena uncurled herself and saw the red ruin around her. She had to look away before she threw up. Beast —Sebastian— helped her up and she saw Mills, lying on the other corner of the room.

  Her heart sank. She felt herself tremble and almost fainted, but Beast caught her, walking over to him.

  “You took your time,” he said to Mills.

  “I had to aim.”

  Beast stood next to him, looking around.

  “I guess we’ll have to re-do the kitchen.”

  What the hell is going on?

  Nothing seemed right. Mills lied there, shot by the Roberto Caronte himself, and Beast didn’t seem to care.

  “No!” She said, tears rolling down her cheeks, going to him, scared.

  “It’s fine,” Mills said, unable to move.

  “Mills, please…”

  “I’m fine,” he said, his voice barely audible.

  She held his hand.

  “We need to take him to a doctor.”

  “Yes, dear,” Beast said, then turned to Mills, “you broke anything?”

  “I don’t think so…”

  “What, guys what the fuck are you—”

  Beast chuckled.

  “Come here,” he said, taking her in his arms and turning her to see Mills, “he will live. The boss got him in the chest.”

  “In the chest?” Jena said, her voice breaking.

  “Yeah, right on my vest.”

  “He wears a Kevlar when we have to do dirty work.”

  Vest. Kevlar. She knew the words but didn’t assimilate them yet.

  “He, he…”

  “Bullet-proof,” Mills said, tapping his chest, moving his legs to stand.

  “The boss carries a .357,” Beast continued, “you get hit with that, you go down.”

  “Saved my life, tho’”

  Mills finally stood up, trembling, gasping with pain..

  “You’re okay? ” She asked, tears pouring out of her eyes.

  She hugged him and he let out a yell.

  “Sorry!” She said, using all of her will power to keep her from embracing him harder than ever, “I’m sorry.”

  “Are you really okay, man?” Beast asked.

  Mills nodded, “sure, Sebastian.”

  Jena broke out with a laugh, “Sebastian.”

  “Yeah,” Beast whispered with a shrug.

  They held each other, standing over the chaos. Nothing mattered anymore. They were alive, that’s all that mattered.

  Three bodies lied on the floor, but her fears subsided. She could handle anything. Anything but seeing Mills or Be—

  Anything but seeing Mills or Sebastian hurt.

  “I love you,” she said, crying, “I love you.”

  They said it, too.

  They said, “I love you, Jena.”

  These hard men, rugged gangsters, they came and rescued her.

  They were her knights in shining armor, after all.

  “Let’s go,” Mills whispered, wrapping his arm around her, Beast on the other side, embracing her too.

  They walked out of the house, turning off the lights, their car outside, waiting for them.

  She was home. Their arms the only places she needed to be happy.

  It was the coldest night yet, and outside, in the open, between her two lovers, she’d never felt so warm.

  This was true love. She was never going to let them go.

  Ever.

  Chapter 32

  Mills

  “You need to go,” Mills said as soon as they were all inside their room.

  It had been a long night, and it all felt like a blur now: the drive back to the city, their arrival at Treyton’s Hotel, the silent walk to their room.

  Jena turned to him, her eyes full of questions.

  “Got you a ticket to California,” Beast followed, looking up from his cell phone, “you leave in three hours.”

  “What? Why?”

  “This is too dangerous.”

  “It’s all done, room 918-D.”

  “I’m not leaving you,” she said, her words hard, this wasn’t up for discussion.

  Beast didn’t reply, it was just as painful to him as it was for her. This was much harder than he thought.

  “Look at you, look at what we’ve done.”

  “You haven’t done anything to me!”

  “You’re covered in bruises.”

  “And you called a Doctor and he’ll be here soon.”

  “There are more enemies—” Mills began to say.

  “I don’t care! If I have to go, you’re coming with me.”

  Mills looked at Beast, was he going to say anything?

  “We’re bad luck,” Beast finally replied, “you deserve better.”

  “No,” Jena said, “I want you. The two of you.”

  “We want you to be safe.”

  “You’re pushing me away. I’m safe when I’m with you.”

  Mills wanted her to be right, he wanted to go and never come back, to hold her in his arms for the rest of his life.

  “Let’s leave it all behind,” she whispered, “you don’t have to st
ay here forever. We can start all over again.”

  Silence.

  All of them wanted it, but—

  “We need to do something first,” Mills said.

  “Do what?”

  “Clean up,” Beast replied, “we don’t want the cops to follow us.”

  “So you’re saying…”

  Mills looked at his friend, Sebastian.

  “What are you saying?” He asked.

  “I’m saying we do it.”

  “Start all over again.”

  Jena began to smile, her joy contagious, her laughter like an angels’.

  “But you have to go first, honey,” he told Jena.

  “No—”

  “We’re not taking no for an answer,” Beast replied.

  “Trust us,” Mills said, “please, trust us.”

  She had no other choice. She knew it. The laughter quieted down and now they would depart.

  “Go then,” she said.

  “Honey—” Mills said.

  “Go,” she interrupted him, “I’ll wait for you. Please don’t let me down.”

  Tears began to roll down her cheek but she wiped them off immediately.

  Someone knocked on the door, both men instantly went for their gun.

  “Who is it?” said Mills, his voice calm and cold.

  “Everett.”

  Mills relaxed.

  “Come on in,” he said in a friendlier tone, opening the door, “long time no see, doctor.”

  “Stop that,” Everett said, walking into the room with a small briefcase.

  “My God,” he said looking at Jena, “you were right.”

  “Yes,” Beast said, “it’s bad.”

  “It doesn’t hurt,” she said.

  “It will, soon,” the Doc said, opening the briefcase as he put it on the bed, “guys, may I have a moment alone with her, please?”

  Beast and Mills looked at each other. They didn’t want to leave her alone.

  “The sooner you leave the sooner I start,” he said with a smile, pointing at the door.

  “Shit,” Beast said, walking out.

  The guys knew they could trust Everett, he was an old friend, one that wasn’t in their same line of business. He never asked them directly, but he probably knew —or at least suspected— what they did for a living.

  Even so, they trusted him.

  “Are you gonna be all right?” Mills asked.

  “Sure,” Jena said with a smile.