Double Deep Dark Desires
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Table of Contents
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
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
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
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
DOUBLE DEEP DARK DESIRES
By OLIVIA HARP
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
© 2018, OLIVIA HARP. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception for a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.
This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some folks might find offensive. Please keep out of reach of children.
Table of Contents
DOUBLE DEEP DARK DESIRES
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
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
Bonus Book: Whatever It Takes
WHATEVER IT TAKES
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
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
Mills
Chicago’s cold wind was like a knife cutting through skin. It was early winter and Mills knew it was going to be a hard one.
Not like winters here aren’t always hard.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Beast asked.
His friend said he got the nickname because he got too tall, too young, prompting other kids to call him giraffe, then elephant, then mammoth, then, finally, Beast.
Mills knew the truth, though.
He had always been quiet, an easy target for bullies. Once he got big and strong, they quickly forgot about him. Until one day Keenan Jones tried to pick on him again.
He started with mean jokes, Beast didn’t mind, he was smart enough to ignore him, but once the kid got confident, he started pushing him, then finally hitting him.
He ended up with a broken arm and a face covered in blood. They programmed jaw reconstruction surgery later that same day.
Nobody talked to him after that. They were too afraid.
That’s when they started calling him a Beast.
“There they are,” he said.
A black sedan parked in front of a quaint, local coffee house, followed by a big SUV with tinted windows.
“Damn,” Mills said, “it doesn’t look like a trap.”
“The boss was right, after all.”
“I hope so.”
“Call him.”
Mills picked his radio up, the sound of static filled the air for a second before he pressed the comms button.
“They’re here, boss. Just like they said.”
Ten seconds later the radio buzzed back. It was the boss himself talking.
“How many of them?”
Two men got out of the SUV and opened the black sedan’s passenger’s door. A gray haired man in black coat, dress pants, a baton and even a freaking hat got out. He looked like a character taken straight out of a black and white film.
Here was one of the most dangerous mafia bosses of Chicago, out of his territory, accompanied by a couple of bodyguards and his driver. Maybe coming here wasn’t such bad idea after all. Maybe the Saliani family really wanted to negotiate a cease-fire.
God knows it would be good for everyone’s business.
“Four in total,” Mills replied, “including the driver. Mr. Saliani brought only two bodyguards, as promised.”
Saliani and his people entered the small coffeehouse. It was six in the evening and things were going according to plan.
“We’re coming,” a young voice replied on the radio.
“Understood.”
Beast stared ahead. The fucking cold didn’t even seem to faze him.
“Shit,” Mills said, “can you believe this is really happening?”
Beast shrugged, “does it matter?”
“What do you mean?”
Beast turned to see him, his cold blue eyes as unsettling as ever, it was like staring at hellfire.
“Would you trust any of those assholes, even if the boss shook hands with them?”
He has a point.
“Man, can’t you enjoy life for just one second?”
Beast thought about it, then, the shadow of a smile adorned his face.
“Nope.”
Mills sighed. He should have known better than to ask.
This fucking cold.
He could swear he felt it in his very soul. And what was this? The first snowflake of the season? Shit, that was supposed to mean good luck and happy feelings and all that garbage, but to him it only meant a threatening, freezing winter.
This fucking city.
“Gear up, they’re here,” Beast said.
The Boss’s Cadillac came around the corner behind them. The head of the Caronte family had arrived.
“Let’s get this done with,” Mills said, feeling the cold steel Glock in his pocket.
Work had only just begun.
Chapter 2
Jena
“Good evening,” Jena said as a bunch of well dressed businessmen entered “The Happy Days,” her coffee shop.
“Coffee, black,” the old man said without looking at her.
The group headed straight to the back of the cafe, but only the older man sat at the rounded table. Two younger guys stood behind him, like a couple of—
Bodyguards, of course…
Jena suddenly realized maybe this guy was famous.
So what?
Well, she could take a picture with him, maybe that would help her shop’s Instagram gain more traction, and with that, more people would come and finally the whole coffeehouse would start making money.
At least enough to make the rent, that’s all I’m asking.
She could only hope.
The plain black coffee the old man ordered was ready so she brought it to him.
He didn’t seem familiar at all. And the air on that corner of the shop felt different… tense.
The gray haired man looked at her for a second before grabbing his cup. Jena smiled at him but he turned away, taking a sip of the beverage.
She turned to the bodyguards and nodded politely. One of them had a snake tattoo that went from his neck up to the side of his right eye.
He licked his lips and glared at her lustfully. A cold shiver ran down her spine, fear flooded her. She looked down and turned away, heading back to the counter.
Another second there and I would have broken down in tears.
These weren’t good men. She knew that now.
The door opened again and a slick haired, fifty-something Italian-looking man entered the shop. Two big guys towered behind him. The older man took a brief look at her and cleared his throat.
“Coffee,” he uttered, “black, very hot.”
He took his gloves off, then turned to the men behind him, “wait for me here.”
“Are you sure?” His blonde companion asked, with a deep, resonant voice. The sound of it made her tremble. It was so masculine.
She was suddenly embarrassed, her face turning red.
“Don’t question me,” the older man replied, “I don’t fear anyone.”
“We’ll be right here,” the other man said. His olive skin and black hair contrasted heavily with his bright, blue eyes. He took his gloves off and combed his hair, turning to her.
Another shiver, maybe even more violent than the previous one. It took him a second or two to speak, she didn’t say anything, either, they just stared at each other as if they had met in another life.
“Two coffees,” he grunted, his baritone voice echoing in the silent room.
This must be my lucky day.
The older man walked towards the table in the back.
“You brought your grunts here?” He asked out loud in a playful-but-mocking tone.
Something felt off, these men didn’t look like friends. It was like standing next to a ticking bomb.
It’s just your imagination, don’t worry.
Someone tapped her hand. It was the blonde guy, his perfect green eyes suddenly locked with hers. The touch of his hot skin on the back of her hand raised goosebumps all over her body.
Relax, Jena! What the hell is going on with you?
“Three black coffees, please?”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry,” she said and turned to the machine to prepare them.
Shit.
She was so taken aback by this that she forgot she had to actually make their order.
The pair of guys sat at the bar, looking at her through the mirror on the wall. Jena had to consciously avoid staring at them, one of them looked like a bigger, meaner, hotter, Enrique Iglesias, the other a younger version of Brad Pitt, only even better looking.
I didn’t even know they made guys like those anymore.
She almost giggled, but stopped just in time. They will totally think I’m laughing at them.
“Something funny?” The Blonde asked and her stomach churned.
Jena turned and found them staring at her with a smile on their faces. Suddenly, she was very aware of every move she made. It was like being in front of her class back in high school.
“No, I—”
She tried to say something but ended up blurting out nonsense.
“Hey,” the taller man said, “relax, he’s just kidding with you.”
He was telling the truth. Jena took a deep breath and cleared her throat.
“I remembered something, sorry.”
“Don’t worry,” the blonde said, “sorry if I put you on the spot.”
His smile. Oh God.
This was probably what people felt when they were star struck, only these two weren’t stars, just a couple of gorgeous men chit chatting with her.
She couldn’t articulate a word, she wanted to say something smart or funny but her mind was blank.
She focused on pouring the coffee on each cup, gave these men their respective orders and walked to the group in the back, she still had another cup to deliver. Focus on doing your job. That’s it.
The men stopped talking when she arrived, all four of them just quietly stared. It felt so weird.
These people are talking business. Or maybe they’re lawyers? Negotiating or buying or sharing information on something.
Whatever they were doing, she knew it was better not to stick her nose in it. She gave the slick haired man his coffee and turned around.
“Nice ass,” he said, and she pressed her lips. What was she supposed to reply? Thanks? Hell no.
She was disappointed, for some reason. She thought men like these didn’t talk to women like that.
She smiled and nodded, then, as soon as she stepped away, going back to the bar, he spoke again.
“I said nice ass.”
She half turned to him and nodded, “I heard you, sir.”
“Good, I thought you were deaf.”
She faked a smile and that was it. He turned to the other man, and began talking in again.
Back at the counter, Blonde and Blue Eyes looked at her with a face that looked like they were apologizing, but who knows.
They work for that guy over there, after all. Maybe she made a mistake and they weren’t the perfect people she made them up to be in her head.
“Don’t listen to him,” the blonde said, his voice soft and respectful.
“It’s not a problem,” she replied.
“We know,” the taller man said, “but still…”
Yeah. That was good enough. At least she wasn’t the only one who realized what their boss did was freaking annoying.
At least these two act like gentlemen.
She sighed. Maybe things weren’t getting better, after all.
Chapter 3
Beast
She was the most beautiful woman he’d seen in his life. The moment he saw her his mind began
to unravel. Every move she made was gracious.
Her curly hair fell down well below her shoulders, her pale skin and bright brown eyes stared back at him and for a moment he thought he could die right there and die a happy man.
Her full lips and curvy body just made him want to kneel before her. She had that power over him. So he grunted the first thing that came to his head.
Two coffees.
Seriously. He was looking at an angel and he ordered it a beverage. It was almost funny.
Except she wasn’t laughing.
To make matters worse, the boss spat his bullshit at her. For a second he felt like choking him with his bare hands until he stopped moving.
She handled it better, though.
She was smart. Smarter than him, at least.
“Are you from around here?” Mills asked, and a smile returned to her face. A gift from Heaven.
His heart raced every time he heard her voice.
“From Chicago? Yes, but not here, here,” she replied cleaning the counter with a damp cloth, “I live near Hyde Park, you?”
Mills and him shared a brief look.
“Not here, either,” Beast said, “near Hide Park, too.”
She actually laughed.
“Oh really?” She replied with disbelief, “what a coincidence.”
She saw right through them.
“Near there,” Mills said, knowing full well she didn’t believe him.
“Then I guess we’re neighbors, right?”
“Right,” Mills said with a smile.
He was the talkative one, always good with women. Beast was his opposite. He never seemed to connect with anyone and even though he enjoyed their company —and the sex, of course— he preferred being on his own.
Except this time.
“What’s your name?” Beast asked. It had been a long time since he asked a woman’s name outside of work.
“Jena,” she said, playing down her shyness.
“David Mills, but people just calls me Mills,” he said raising his hand for her to shake, “this tall motherfucker here is Beast.”
Bastard.
“The Beast?” She said, her eyes going wide “like the Beauty and—”.
“No, just Beast,” Mills said, smirking.
“My God,” she said, her hand briefly tapping Beast’s own, “why do they call you that?”
“‘Cause beneath that ugly face, he’s a sweet, beautiful prince,” Mills replied mockingly, making her laugh.
“Shut the hell up,” Beast said.
“Just kidding, man,” Mills said, tapping his shoulder, laughing.
“So,” she continued, “are you going to tell me your name?”