Ruthless Captor: A Mafia Romance (Corrupt Minds Book 3)

by Camille Alexander

  She ended the call before I could say anything else. Not that it was a big deal. Viola was whirlwind looking for a place to happen at the best of times. Fortunately for her, Shane, a gorgeous male model, had more than enough energy to keep up with her.

  I left the office earlier than usual. I loved cooking up a storm for my friends. They meant so much to me. After the trauma of my father’s death and getting my mother settled into her new life, I needed some time out. My friends were wonderful support. Even Storm checked up on me often; however, I suspected his motives were not just personal. Stella and I were responsible for half of his annual income in cocktail sales. That market took a bit of a hit, something that Stella and I promised him we would make up for.

  Storm was dating a very nice man, a man who liked to keep his eye on Storm’s wandering eye. Storm complained, but Stella and I knew he loved the attention. I called him on my way home.

  “Hey, girlfriend, what’s up?”

  “Hello there. Just checking that you and your plus one are coming tonight.”

  “Darling, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  “Great. I need your cocktail expertise. Stella is bringing her own concoctions, and you know what that means.”

  “Oh, dear Lord! Don’t worry, honey. I’ll put a spanner in her works, pronto.”

  “You’re a star. See you at six.”

  “Ciao, gorgeous girl.”

  ***

  GIANI

  I stopped off at the market for some fresh flowers. I hadn’t seen Gina in a while, and she and Dominick were joining me for dinner. Their support meant the world to me; I couldn't have hoped for better ‘parents’ than the Coli pair. I owed them my life a couple of times over. I looked forward to chatting with them and enduring the embarrassing stories they told from my childhood. I hoped Vinny wouldn’t take notes.

  Armed with flowers and a steely determination to survive embarrassing scenes from my childhood, I set off for home, ready to kick off my shoes and enjoy the company of the ones I loved. The lights in the driveway were on. I loved the light sensitive lifesavers so much. I was lousy at remembering to switch on the lights at night. A bone of contention with Vinny, who had on occasion, bumped into pot plants in the dark. His booming voice would shoot chosen Italian words into the air, scaring my poor neighbors half to death. There was something about a six foot something mountain of a man howling in the dark that made neighbours nervous. Who knew?

  My new home was near the lake. It was a peaceful, gated community, where kids rode their bikes and played frisbee on the lawn outside their homes. The occasional drone operating teenager would get into trouble while spying on the ladies sunbathing by the poolside. Peeping Tom aside, the neighborhood was great.

  I grabbed my briefcase from the backseat, grabbed the flowers, and climbed the stairs to my palace where I was the king of my happy domain. The door opened easily as I pushed my way into the foyer via the heavy oak door.

  The smell of warm bread from the oven and a killer pasta sauce wafting through the room made my soul soar.

  “Honey, I’m home!”

  I heard a laugh coming from the kitchen and made my way there, flowers in hand. The sound of pots clanging and music blaring welcomed me in.

  “Ah, there she is! My beautiful chef. Come here gorgeous, daddy’s got something for ya.”

  I held the flowers behind my back and waited for her to come closer. I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her to me, kissing her passionately as she giggled and squirmed to break free.

  “Get off, you horney stud. I’m trying to get dinner ready for when the guests arrive.”

  I put the flowers onto the kitchen counter, drew her closer, and pushed my hard cock up against her beautiful stomach.

  “Dinner can wait.”

  I picked her up and placed her gently onto the counter beside the flowers.

  “Oohh, tulips. What’s the occasion, stud?”

  “Nothing in particular, I like to give my best girl flowers, is all.”

  “Best girl! Why, you cheeky bastard. There better not be any more of me out there, Mister”

  “Darling, how could there ever be? They only made one of you. Now, come here and see what I’ve got for you. Put your hand in my pocket.”

  “You’re incorrigible. As long as it isn’t a pair of handcuffs.”

  I covered her mouth with mine. She tasted so good.

  ***

  CELINA

  Cooking a meal for myself was fun—cooking for a crowd was a nightmare. My OCD was in overdrive; I kept tasting the pasta sauce and the meat dishes to make sure the food had enough seasoning. I threw in handfuls of fresh herbs, chili, and of course, the star of the show, a crap load of garlic. No dish of mine will lack the lingering after party smell of garlic. I kept a bowl filled with parsley on the table for the wusses.

  I heard the familiar sound of the car pull into the driveway. The front door opened, and into my day stepped the most gorgeous man I could have hoped for. He could park his slippers under my bed anytime.

  He stood at the kitchen counter with that goofy smile of his and a bulge in his suit pants that I’d grown to love and appreciate very much.

  There was no stopping him from grabbing me and grinding his delicious, hard as a rock cock against me. My knees went weak. Screw the food. Who cared if dinner was a few minutes late? He lifted me onto the counter and set me down next to the most beautiful yellow tulips I’d ever seen. How could I deny the whims of a man who showered me in tulips?

  He nibbled at my bra through my shirt, using his skilled fingers to release my breasts from their cosy abode. I shivered as his finger circled the nipple on my left breast. Gently, he pushed the shirt up to my collarbone, exposing my naked breasts for his pleasure. He caressed my heaving breasts with his hands, slipping a nipple into his mouth, and teasing it with his tongue until it was so hard that it ached.

  He liberated me from my shirt and opened my legs with his knee. I hoped for Drone Boy’s sake he was safe at home, watching TV. I felt for his hard shaft, helping him out of his pants. His expensive suit pants fell to the floor as I pulled him closer to me. He lifted my skirt up and pulled my panties down. My head was swimming; something about this man’s touch sent excitement through every cell of my body. He put his head under my skirt and licked the inside of my thigh until he reached my wet pussy. I was breathless with desire.

  He teased my clit with his tongue until I moaned and grabbed him by his beautiful hair. As I was losing myself in the rocking motion of my hips against his handsome face, he moved away. He took me off the counter, and I stood facing him. At the sight of his large cock, wet with excitement for me, I took him into my mouth. He threw back his head as my warm mouth wrapped around him. His hips moved as he pulled me in deeper and deeper around his hard cock.

  He picked me up, walked me to the wall in the pantry, and plunged his shaft deeply into me. The feel of his rigid manhood pushing into me and retreating out, ripped gasps of ecstasy from me. He trailed his tongue up the side of my neck, into my ear, and then covered my mouth with his. He pushed faster and deeper into me as I rode the wave of the orgasm that lay just within my reach.

  We came together in an unstoppable wave of delight, lingering on the crest for a long while. He slumped breathlessly against my body, and I relaxed into his. He looked into my eyes with his striking pools of cobalt blues and looked intently at me.

  “I love you, Celina.”

  “I love you right back, Giani.”

  “Oh shit! Is that the time? Get off me you horny oaf. I’ve gotta finish the pasta sauce before everyone arrives.”

  He smiled and gave me a soft kiss on my nose. Then he put me down and mozied off to the shower like he’d just had a bowlful of his favorite ice cream.

  ***

  GIANI

  After a refreshing shower, I joined Celina downstairs to open the wine and set the table. I patted her on her cute ass and sent her off to the bathroom to soak in a bath befor
e our guests arrived. When she came downstairs after her bath she looked stunning. She had on a pair of faded blue jeans, a white cotton button-down shirt, and no shoes. Just the way I liked my woman. Her black hair was up in a loose ponytail, revealing her long, elegant neck.

  I was the luckiest SOB alive. The first ones to arrive for dinner were Storm and his plus one. They were a riot; no party would be complete without them or their array of colorful cocktails. Storm set up his potions at the bar, while I made sure there was more than enough ice for everyone. Next on the hit parade were Stella and her nutty professor. Stella’s nose was ever so slightly out of joint when she was upstaged by Storm’s collection of mixers. The two had a wonderful rapport; it tickled Celina and me pink watching them bicker like an old married couple.

  Vinny arrived with a jolly noise. Poor Lola gave up her high-flying career in waitressing and joined Vinny in his business. She proved to be tougher than any of his muscled men, even Vinny. After a few months of trying very hard to focus only on Lola, Vin grew tired of monogamy. He and Lola decided that they were better off as friends and colleagues; the woman was a saint.

  Viola and her pretty man brought with them a touch of fashion to our little ensemble. Storm and Viola spent endless hours talking about fashion shows, fashion capitals and the latest trend in skin care. Viola’s pretty boy was a good guy. He had a brilliant sense of humour and didn’t take much notice of Viola’s little moments. They were a well matched couple, artistic temperaments considered.

  Dominick, Gina and Celina’s mother arrived together. The house was filled with music, laughter, the smell of delicious food, and love. I was truly happy.

  ***

  CELINA

  Dinners at our home were a scream. We had an interesting tribe of friends: an M&Ms box. Quiet, loud, tall, short, Italian, American, Australian, French: a robust bunch who loved life. It was so good to see my mother and Gina getting on so well. Gina’s friendship over the past year was an amazing balm to my mother and I. It was always hard losing a spouse, no matter how trying they were.

  Dominick slotted seamlessly into father figure patriarch, to my delight. He and Gina were outstanding in-laws. My mother’s gallery was doing very well. With me and my father out of her hair, she had lots of time to paint and create. She met a very gentle man at her gallery, and I was waiting with great excitement for their first date.

  After a cocktail showdown between Stella and Storm, we decided it would be best if we got some food into the hooligans. One of my favorite pieces from my childhood home was the twelve seater dining room table. It was so very “large, hungry, Italian family” that it made my dining room complete. The table was decorated with flowers, candles, food for days, and the beautiful people Giani and I had the pleasure of sharing our lives with.

  The chaos of our first few months together as a couple was behind us; it would make a killer story for the grandkids though. It was Giani’s and my tradition to make a toast whenever our friends and family were together. The both of us appreciated the fact that life was short, and the future was uncertain at best. We promised we would cherish each other and our loved ones as often as I could.

  It was my turn to toast. I stood up and cleared my throat. A wave of shushing noises traveled around the table like a Mexican wave. Eventually I had the motley crew’s attention.

  “I’m so happy you’re all healthy, well, and here. Giani and I have grown to love these dinners together with you all. We love you all.”

  “You bloody betta,” said Stella in her broadest Aussie accent.

  “Let the lady speak, you!” Storm giggled when Stella showed him the finger.

  “Anyway . . . there is something I wanted to share with you.”

  “Ah, bloody hell, you’re not dumping a rugrat on us are you?” Viola chuckled as she got “the look” from her man.

  “Actually, it’s funny you should mention it. Yes! I’m pregnant. Giani and I are going to raise our first little rugrat together.”

  Giani jumped to his feet. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “No, you’re shitting me! Oh my God, I can’t believe it.”

  He rushed over to me and hugged me so tightly I thought I’d lose my dinner. “How long have you known?”

  “I had an appointment with the doctor today. He told me that it wasn’t a tummy bug after all, but morning sickness.”

  A thunderous cheer went up around the table.

  “I was wondering why you were on sparkling water, you sneak!” My mother had tears in her eyes as she hugged me. “Oh, my darling. I’m so happy for you both.”

  Vinny stood to his feet. He looked at Giani as he spoke.

  “Well done, buddy. You two can practice parenthood and then pass on the manual to the rest of us. Just a heads up, I’ll probably burn my copy.”

  “Done.”

  “Hold on. Am I the only one who sees the elephant in the room?” Dominick said with a grin. “Shouldn’t the two of you get married first?”

  “Funny you should ask, Capo. I had my own little speech planned for tonight. I wasn’t expecting Celina to steal my thunder. Well played, darling.”

  Giani put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small blue velvet box. My knees went squishy. No one breathed a word as he went down on one knee.

  “Celina, my love, will you spend the rest of your life making rugrats with me and cooking the best pasta sauce on the planet?”

  “Well, if you ask so nicely, how can I say no?”

  “Yay! Let’s drink! Not you, Celina.” Storm rushed off to the bar and started mixing cocktails for everyone. Blue, red, green, all the colors of the rainbow.

  While everyone cheered and talked, Giani took my hand and led me to the kitchen. He took me into his arms and held me close.

  “I’m so glad you were the one in the wrong place at the wrong time. I would hate it if I kidnapped the wrong girl.”

  “Shut up you fool and kiss me.”

  THE END

  ***

  Also By Camille Alexander

  THE CORRUPT MINDS SERIES

  Forbidden Desires (Book 1)

  Hidden Deceit (Book 2)

  Ruthless Captor (Book 3)

  THE OBSESSED BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE SERIES

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  The Catacombs - Book 2

  The Catacombs II - Book 3

  The Catacombs III - Book 4

  The Sentinel - Book 5

  THE OBSESSED BILLIONAIRE BOX SET

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  PREVIEW: THE OBSESSED BILLIONAIRE

  Camille Alexander

  Introduction

  A controlled and highly disciplined billionaire travels the world doing business and living the life most of us only dream of, discovers at auction something that rocks his world and eventually threatens his very stability and the safety of a country.

  When a woman worthy of his interest appears on the scene, we discover she is unmatched in sexual experience, but is equal in every other measure. And she does not go quietly into the night. She knows her worth and negotiates it well at every turn.

  Will he earn her heart and the freedom to bed her? Can he keep her safe?

  The Brokerage is an organization that has for almost two centuries sold the bodies, skills, and services – sexual, and otherwise – into consensual arrangements with wealthy patrons accustomed to
the very best. See for yourself what this one brings…

  Chapter 1

  It was the best place to find an assortment of women and occasionally a man who was looking for… Unique employment. Sometimes they became a sugar-baby to a wealthy exec, sometimes a hooker, paid for each transaction, or a valet or butler with a very special specialized set of skills. Occasionally, a virgin was interested in launching their entire future self into this defined world. Other times, they were common corporate assistants, or estate managers looking for a different set of expectation; ones more clearly defined.

  The one thing they all had in common was the extensive research into their backgrounds to establish their pedigree and qualifications for the category they had enrolled themselves in. They were put through extensive and extremely rigorous, almost harsh, checks for consent as well. There was no one here remotely close to an indentured servant or from a slave trade unless that was their kink. Never, ever, anyone from a real sex trafficking operation. This exchange was based on an honor system, and the patrons would not tolerate even the merest hint of scandal.

  Every time The Brokerage was open, which was only once per quarter, the dress code was unforgiving. White tie. Never anything less, and the house always provided service at a level that matched the dress code. Every suite had a butler unless there were two patrons sharing a suite, then they each received their own butler. The suites were spacious. Sixteen in total. Elegantly appointed, typically redesigned to match to each patron’s style prior to the auction – even if there was a last-minute cancellation, the room was perfectly matched to the guest. The Brokerage events had a waitlist, so no doubt décor items for each patron were obtained, then warehoused to be at the ready.

  The suites were set into two tiers, facing a gilded stage. They were similar to box seats at the theatre but were wholly enclosed with one-way glass, save the side opposite the stage, that lead to the exiting hallway.