The Rossi Crime Family: The Complete Five Book Mafia Series

by J. L. Beck

  As soon as we walk through the French doors and out onto the patio, Mouse sees what I did to it.

  She gasps as if in shock, bringing a hand to her chest. “Xander… what is all of this?”

  “You like it?”

  She stares at the bed of oversized pillows and blankets covering the makeshift bed. I’ve strung some outdoor lights above it and vases filled with flowers are placed all around the area.

  Tealights are nestled into little bowls of water, placed all over the patio, and with the moon hanging in the sky, it makes the entire place look just as romantic as I’d hoped it would.

  “It’s beautiful, Xander!” Tears fill her beautiful blue eyes, and I wipe them away with my thumbs as they slip down her cheeks.

  “No crying, Mouse. Tonight is special to me, and not just because you’re here with me. It’s special because I’ve made the decision to let love win, forever, and always. I vowed I’d always protect you, and there’s one more way I can ensure they you will always be protected and cared for.”

  Mouse blinks very slowly, as if she isn’t sure what’s going to happen next.

  The weight of the ring in my pocket feels heavy now.

  What if she says no?

  Things have been great between us but there is still a chance she might say no.

  The thought never occurred to me until now. I’d been working on my emotions, dealing with the pain and anger I had. I’d given her space like she’d asked, and we’d grown closer with each passing day, but what if this wasn’t what she wanted?

  “Are you okay? You look like you might be sick?” Mouse’s features fill with concern. I wanted to laugh… even in these moments she proved how sweet, and caring she was.

  “I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you, Mouse.”

  She nods, as if she understands but she has no clue. She has no fucking clue how hard her presence makes my heart beat, or how much her whimpers and pleas during sex push me over the edge. She has no clue what she does to me and maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be with us.

  “I love you, Xander, but you didn’t have to do any of this.” Her hands gesture toward the lights and bed.

  “Oh, but I did…” I grin, reaching into my pocket. I pull out the red velvet box and drop down onto one knee before her while flipping open the top. As soon as she realizes what’s happening, her hands cover her mouth. Her gaze widens with excitement and shock.

  “Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Rossi, Mouse?”

  “Do you… do you really mean it?” The words rush from her lips, and my smile widens.

  “Yes, I really mean it. I want you to be my wife.”

  And just like that, she is crying again. Big huge wet tears fall from her eyes, and she hiccups into her hand before nodding.

  I reach out, taking her hand in mine.

  I had her ring custom made. A two-carat diamond sitting on a white gold band. Thanks to Violet, I didn’t have to guess her ring size. I slide it onto her slender ring finger… and damn near sigh finding that it fits her perfectly.

  As I try to stand back up, Mouse takes my face between her hands and brings her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer… as close I can get her without squishing her belly.

  She tastes delicious, and I want nothing more than to strip her bare and taste more of her, every single inch of her flesh. My tongue delves between her lips, and she grips onto me tighter, her hands fisting into my shirt and showing me just how much she wants this.

  I pull away, resting my forehead against hers, my body trembling. “I want you, Mouse. Can I have you? Can I make love to you beneath the stars?”

  Mouse’s deep blue eyes peer up at me. “Yes… yes, please,” she exclaims, taking a step back, gripping the hem of her dress, and pulling it up and over her head. The fabric falls to the ground, and she giggles softly, standing before me in nothing more than a white pair of panties and bra. It’s nothing over the top, no lace, or silk, just plain white panties and a matching bra.

  Her stomach is swollen, and her tits are huge, heaving with each breath she takes. Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink, and I start undressing myself, tossing every piece of clothing to the ground.

  When I’m in nothing more than my briefs, she reaches for me, guiding us toward the makeshift bed. I lean over her, kissing her, giving to her every single emotion she draws out of me.

  Once she’s melting beneath my fingers, I peel her panties off her and gaze down at her glistening pussy. She’s ready for me, more than ready.

  “You look so fucking beautiful right now. Like I’m truly the luckiest bastard in the world to have you.” I don’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I sink between her creamy thighs, nudging them apart so I can fit perfectly between them.

  Then I feast. Her taste explodes against my tongue, and I grip her hips, holding her in place, licking and sucking at her sweet pussy. She whimpers, and her fingers sink into my hair, pulling at the locks, sending rivulets of pleasure down my spine.

  “Xander… I’m… I’m coming…” she cries out, and I swirl my tongue around her tight entrance, dipping in and out until I feel her explode. I lap up her release and kick out of my boxers. Tonight, I want my queen to be in control. I want her to own me like she has every day since I fucking met her.

  “Come here, Mouse,” I order, helping her sit up. She looks slightly confused but listens to me. I sink down onto the mattress right where she just was and stroke my already stiff cock up and down. She gazes down at me, her white teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip seductively.

  “Sit on the throne, my queen.”

  Mouse shakes her head, a tiny giggle escaping her lips. She moves down to her knees and crawls across the bed. Once she reaches me, she tosses one leg over mine, straddling me. I grip her hips and help her lower herself onto my thickness. We both moan in unison as her pussy swallows my cock inch by glorious inch.

  When she is fully seated and my whole dick has disappeared into her tightness, I gaze into her eyes. I pepper kisses against her collarbone, throat, and chest before unclasping her bra. As soon as I do, her heavy tits spring free. I take one of her stiff pink nipples into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it while sucking on it gently. Mouse arches her back and pushes her tits farther into my face.

  My hands roam over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her silky-smooth skin. She starts to rock her hips back and forth, grinding onto me while I give each of her breasts equal attention.

  Her movements are unsure and a bit uncoordinated at first, but fuck, this feels too good to stop. I’m so deep inside of her I can feel my tip at the end of channel. And the view of having her sit on top of me is unbelievable, her tits right in my face, begging to be sucked.

  She keeps moving and starts to set a rhythm. She moves more confidently after a few minutes, and I let her set the pace, let her take from me whatever she wants.

  “Fuck, Mouse, you feel so good. Ride my cock, use me however you want.” My words seem to egg her on, as she picks up speed, her nails digging into my chest as her pants and moans grow louder and more erratic. She bounces up and down, and I pull her into my chest, holding her there tightly while I thrust my hips upward, deep inside her.

  Sweat beads against my forehead, and the summer heat clings to my skin. Mouse mumbles some words that don’t make sense, but I hear my name somewhere in the mix. Her pants turn into gasps as she grinds into me furiously, her hips moving in at a relentless pace. Finally, her pussy clenches around me, her walls squeezing my cock so hard and tight that my own orgasm starts to build. Gripping her hips with bruising force, I thrust upward a few more times before my balls tighten and draw together.

  Pleasure consumes me, zinging through every nerve ending in my body. I can’t tell what is up, or down, only that everything starts and ends with this tiny woman in my arms. I groan loudly as I empty myself into her depth. I feel her pussy spasm around me, drawing out both our orgasms. Mouse sighs, and I s
it us up a little bit so I can hold her against my chest without squishing her round belly.

  “I love you, Mousey.” I cup her by the cheek, understanding and seeing the beauty in love now. She showed me this. She gave me one of the greatest gifts of all.

  “Good, because I’m keeping you.” She gives me a sleepy smile before snuggling into my chest. I tip my head up to the sky, looking at all the twinkling stars above us, wondering if life can get any better than this. She lets her body fall to the side, and I lay her down next to me gently. Then I grab a blanket from beside me and toss it over us.

  “Yeah, I’m keeping you, too, Mouse.”

  Prologue

  Violet

  The music pounds loudly in my ears. It's so loud I can’t hear myself think, let alone hear whatever it is my best friend is trying to say to me. I don’t know why I was so excited about coming here for my birthday. It seemed like such a good idea when my friends suggested it.

  However, now that I’m here, everything seems so much less appealing. My ears hurt from the loud music, and my throat is scratchy from the smoke that clings to the air. The skin-tight dress and black high heels I’m wearing are getting more uncomfortable with each passing minute. All in all, coming here was a shit idea.

  Sweat beads against my forehead as I survey the crowd. Everyone here seems to be way older than me. I’m only eighteen, but this club allows people under twenty-one to come in as long as you let them stamp both of your hands.

  Some older guy offered to buy me a drink a couple minutes ago, and I’m starting to wonder if maybe I should have let him. I really don’t want to get drunk in here and lose my wits, but it's so hot, and I can’t help but wonder if I’d loosen up with a little alcohol in my system.

  I grip my cell phone tightly, deciding there won't be any drinking for me tonight. I’ll just call my sister Ella and have her pick me up. She’s going to be pissed at me for not telling her what I was doing, but she’ll get over it; she always does. I unlock my phone and start scrolling through my messages when a man appears at my side.

  “Here.” He shoves a glass at me. It has some red liquid in it, and I know better than to take some drink from a random stranger. I shake my head and hold up my hand to motion to him that I am not interested but he just shoves the glass closer to my face.

  Annoyance boils deep inside me. I take the glass, hoping it will make the asshole leave. I don’t take a sip, nor do I plan to.

  “Want to dance?” The guy leans into me and slurs right next to my ear. He smells of smoke and sweat. I almost gag at the mixture of scents.

  “No, thank you,” I decline politely.

  “But I just bought you a drink, the least you can do is dance with me.” He gives me a creepy smile, and I shudder, attempting to take a step backward. The entire place is packed, bodies rubbing against each other, making it hard to escape this asshole.

  I need to find another way to get away from him. My eyes glance over a neon restroom sign off in the distance.

  “You’re right. I’m just going to the bathroom really quick and then I’ll dance with you.” I give him a wide smile and set the drink on the table a few feet away from us.

  “All right, I’ll be waiting right here for you, baby,” he slurs, as I start to walk away.

  Walking in the direction of the bathroom, I weave between people, pushing and shoving just to get a step ahead. Once I reach the restrooms, I turn and start walking back toward the entrance of the club. Music vibrates through me, and I find it harder and harder to breathe with all the bodies around me. I’ll just go outside and call Ella; that way, maybe I can tell her I wanted to go to the club but changed my mind. Her shift at the diner will be over in a few minutes, so she’ll be able to swing by here on her way back to the apartment.

  Then we can forget tonight never happened.

  I make it through the crowd and walk into the hallway leading outside. There are only a few people lingering near the exit. Nobody seems to be paying me an ounce of attention, except one man. He is leaning against the far wall, his entire body encased in the shadows, but I can see his eyes scanning me up and down. He’s staring at my body in a way that makes me feel exposed and I don’t like it, not one bit. I make my feet walk faster as I hurry past him, his gaze remaining on me the whole time. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and a bad feeling fills my gut. This guy is pure evil… it oozes out of him, like a bad smell. I can feel it, see it.

  The moment I step outside, and fresh air fills my lungs, I feel a little better. I peer up into the night sky, pressing against the brick exterior wall of the club. I flip my phone around in my sweaty hand to call my sister, but when I scroll down to her name, I realize that I have no signal.

  Shit.

  I start walking down the sidewalk, holding the phone up in front of me, hoping to find a spot where I get at least one bar. I take little steps, watching the phone screen more than my surroundings.

  “Shit,” I mumble to myself, knowing I’m going to get my ass chewed whenever I do get ahold of Ella.

  “Need a lift?” an unfamiliar voice calls out, making me jump. I quickly turn around, dropping my phone in the process. It’s the creepy guy from the hallway, and now he is standing a few inches away from me.

  My voice is stuck in my throat, and all I can do is shake my head. The man gives me a sinister smile that has my stomach coiling with nervous knots. Looking past his shoulders, I realize that I’ve wandered away a good bit from the front of the club, and I’m completely alone with this unknown man. My heart rate spikes as fear surges through my veins. I don’t know how, or why, but I just know something bad is about to happen.

  I take a step back, desperately trying to get some distance. I feel paranoid, like I’m losing my mind. I think he is going to grab me, but he makes no move to do so. I take another step back, and he smiles at me, his eyes darken as if he is enjoying this little cat and mouse game.

  I take another small step backward, realizing then why he didn’t try and grab me. A set of strong arms wrap around me from behind. Fear and panic creeps in when a large hand covers my mouth, stopping the scream burning to escape from my lips. I start kicking and flailing my arms, attempting to hit any appendage I can.

  Time seems to stand still when I feel a prick in the side of my neck.

  I fight for another five seconds before my limbs get heavy and my eyes close. I’m vaguely aware of a car pulling up next to us and my body being thrown into it like a rag doll. I want to fight, scream, and cry, but my body is completely useless and not following any of my commands. I feel my mind drifting away as panic settles deep inside of me. My last thought before the darkness completely claims me is to wonder if I will ever wake up again.

  Chapter One

  Violet

  I groan, my eyelids feeling as if they have been replaced with sandpaper. My head is pounding, making it hard for me to think...I shiver as a coldness sweeps over my exposed skin. Exhaling, I pry my eyes open and find that I’m lying in a bed, looking up at a white ceiling.

  For a moment, I think I’m in the hospital.

  Was I in an accident?

  I turn my head, expecting to find an IV sticking out of my arm, or some type of medical equipment. What I see instead makes my heart stop mid-beat. A deep panic settles into my bones, sinking deep into my core. I’m in a concrete box. There are no windows. In fact, all four walls are white, with no paintings or decor.

  It is a completely empty room minus the mattress beneath me. I scurry into a sitting position, pressing my back against the wall. It’s cold, and I stifle a whimper by biting my lip. My eyes move over the room once more.

  The mattress beneath me is stained and doesn't even have a sheet on it. There is no blanket or pillow. Nothing about this room says I’ll be staying for a while, and that terrifies me. If whoever has me doesn’t plan on keeping me for a while then that means… I can’t even finish the thought without feeling like I might pass out.

  I look down at mysel
f. I’m wearing nothing but a damn skin-tight dress, and my shoes are long gone. Looking at my attire jogs a memory from my mind. I remember… my birthday… the club… that creepy, scary guy. Everything comes rushing back to me all at once.

  Oh, god, no, where am I? What happened to me?

  My gaze swings around the room again. I have to find a way out. There seems to be only one exit and entrance out of the room, and it’s through the large metal door on the far side of the room. I eye the thing, knowing there is no way I’ll be able to break it down or get it open. There is a small door in the center of it that reminds me of a food slot of a prison cell door.

  Next to the door is a large mirror set inside the wall. I eye it with apprehension. I can't help but wonder if it’s just a mirror or a one-way mirror, where people can watch you from the other side. There is another room off to the right that leads into a small bathroom. I slowly stand on wobbly legs to take a closer look inside of it.

  “Shit,” I grumble when my bare feet touch the cold cement floor. It’s impossibly cold in this room, and I’ve never craved a blanket more in my life then I do right now.

  Inside the tiny bathroom are a toilet and a sink. There is no toilet paper, soap, or any of the things that a normal person would have in their own bathroom at home. I back out of the tiny room, feeling more unsure then I did before I stepped foot inside of it. I scurry over to the mattress, crawling across it, before sitting down in the farthest corner, pulling my legs up to my chest. I’m cold, so cold.

  Times seems to blend together. I don’t know how long I sit like this, could be minutes, hours, maybe even days. There is no real way of telling time here. My eyes start to droop closed again when I hear something happening in front of my door.