Savage Ruler: A Dark Italian - Irish Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Sinfully Savage)

by Kristen Luciani

  My lips curl upward. “Oh yeah? Like?”

  “Like maybe we should do like the ostracods,” she murmurs. “And make a baby.”

  My dick thickens against the fabric of my shorts, pressing against her thigh. “I think that’s a really good idea,” I say in a husky voice. I step backward, grabbing two thick comforters from the trunk and spreading them out on the ground. The light from the trunk shines enough to give us a little bit of light as we sink down onto the comforter.

  “I’m glad nobody else is around tonight. We got lucky.” Heaven leans into the plush center of the makeshift mattress, letting out a contented sigh. “It’s so cushy. Smart thing, packing two with all of these craggy rocks around us.”

  “I’m a strategist,” I say with a grin, shoving my shorts to my ankles and kicking them off. I kneel down onto the comforters, straddling her. I untie each side of the bikini bottom covering her sweet pussy, and then reach behind her to release her lush breasts from the string bikini top.

  I crush my lips against hers, plunging my tongue into her hot and hungry mouth. She fists my hair as our tongues circle one another, coiling heat radiating deep in my gut from the energy she breathes into my body.

  I slide a hand down the small of her back, gently forcing her hips upward. The head of my cock grazes her wet slit before pressing into her all-consuming heat. Her walls tighten as she gasps into my mouth, her desire blanketing me in warmth. I thrust into her pussy, her lips clenching around me. Our teeth crack as we devour each other like we’re our last meals on Earth. I swivel my hips, my cock throbbing inside of her. She pulls me deep, farther into her depths, as she whimpers into my mouth. Her body trembles, quivering against mine as a rush of juices flows over my cock. I wrap my arms tight around her as I drive my hips against her, a burst of light exploding behind my eyes as the orgasm tears through me and I empty myself inside of her, giving her everything I have.

  My wife.

  My life.

  My forever.

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  Chapter One: Jaelyn - Three Years Earlier

  “Not guilty.”

  The words assault my ears and my heart, roaring over and over between my temples as the courtroom melee ensues. A collective, loud gasp follows the verdict, drowned out by a sea of shocked voices humming around me. Camera flashes snap left and right, temporarily blinding me as I jump up from the bench, craning my neck to see those two greasy bastards in their matching orange jumpsuits. They’re the now-free men who shattered my world and now, thanks to the incompetence of the fucking asshole lawyer who was prosecuting my parents’ case, get to walk away scot-free. I swallow down the scream bubbling in my chest, clenching my fists so tight, my fingernails might draw blood. Red floods my vision, my chest heaving as sharp breaths slice at my lungs.

  My older brother Nate grabs my hand, standing up next to me and pulling me into his chest as tears sting my eyes. Every part of my body quivers and chatters, not from the cold but from the anger and regret that now clouds my life.

  He tilts my chin up, staring into my eyes. His jaw twitches but his expression is impassive, as usual. It’s very rare for him to freely give away his feelings, but the jaw twitch is his big tell. I know he’s just as devastated as I am right now. He’s just much better at hiding his emotions. Nobody but me ever knows what he’s thinking.

  Or plotting, for that matter.

  But me?

  I give it all away — my face, my body language, my voice. They tell all. There are never any questions about how I feel. I obviously suck at poker, and I let my emotions rage like wildfire.

  Nate and I are the exact opposite in that regard.

  But today I can see him falter. His carefully crafted exterior has a few hairline cracks that are rapidly spreading, threatening to expose what festers deep within his fortress.

  Just for once, I’d like to see it crumble around him, exposing what I know is behind those walls.

  Just for once, I want to see him shed his thick skin and grieve with me.

  And by grieve, I, of course, mean kill.

  Nate holds me tight against him as we sidestep spectators who are still marveling over the fact that the prosecutor couldn’t get a conviction, and how one of the key pieces of evidence mysteriously went missing before the verdict was delivered.

  Yeah, I wonder the same thing.

  But when you go to battle with one of the biggest drug cartels in the world, be prepared to play the game according to their rules.

  Everybody eventually bends.

  Except my father, which is why we’re standing here while all hope for justice dissipates into the air.

  A knot in my stomach twists and tightens, my pulse throbbing against my neck as I catch a glimpse of the bailiff unlocking the handcuffs on the two men who destroyed my world. Brothers. Desi and Derek Bowman. Two mules for the Becerra Cartel out of Mexico. But they don’t only run drugs. They also gun down anyone who doesn’t share the same loyalty to the cartel that they do…basically, anyone who gets in their way of making a shit ton of money. I narrow my eyes at them. They’re laughing, giving each other high fives and clapping their shady ass lawyer, Marlon Thomas, on the back.

  He’s the seediest of the seedy and expensive as hell. His only client is the Becerra Cartel and they keep him plenty busy from what I hear and read. If it wasn’t for the deep pockets of the cartel and their partnership with the rival motorcycle club that the Bowman idiots belong to, they’d be behind bars before another second had the chance to slip on by.

  I grip the top of the bench with both hands, stopping without warning, my heart beating out of control. White spots blast in front of my eyes and I sink back down onto the seat, my knees quaking. Nate sits next to me, cupping my chin in his large hand. “Jae, are you okay?”

  I can hear his voice, but it’s muffled, like it’s coming through a thick fog. My knuckles turn white from the tight grip I have on the bench and blood rushes between my temples, the pounding intensifying as the Bowman brothers get closer and closer to the double doors of the courtroom.

  Closer to freedom.

  They get a second chance.

  Unlike my parents.

  Guilt hangs over my head like a dark, ominous cloud, hovering low like a menacing threat.

  It should have been me.

  Nate knows it too, although he’d never say the words.

  The President of the Rebel Vipers motorcycle club can’t afford to let others know what he’s thinking.

  Ever.

  He says a few more things, but the only thing I hear are clanging cymbals echoing between my temples. Rod and Benny, Nate’s closest friends and his Vice-President and Sergeant at Arms, are on my other side, murmuring words I can’t make out because my ears are too occupied with other sounds…bloodcurdling screams, cries for help, and vows for revenge.

  Revenge…against all of them!

  I try to gulp down a deep breath, the spots now long flashes streaking across my vision. Flashes of white tinged with orange.

  And yellow…the color of their teeth when their triumphant smiles pummel my heart from mere feet away as their lawyer leads them out of the courtroom.

  The farther away they get, the faster my heart gallops, to the point where the white spots morph into darkness.

  And the pits of my own personal hell swallow me whole.

  My eyes flutter open and I bring one of my hands to the side of my head. “Ow,” I moan, gingerly grazing my fingertips over a large and very painful lump. I wince as the sharp sting blasts through my skull. My stomach lurches as Nate speeds through a light. The sun sets over the horizon and I feel like I’ve lost hours.

  Days.

  Maybe a whole lifetime.

  That’s how long ago it feels since the fate of the Bowman brothers was decided, not by the letter of the law, but by the cartel.

  �
�You wiped out in the courtroom, remember?” Benny volunteers. “Smacked your head on the top of the bench.”

  “How many times?” I grumble, expelling a shallow breath. “Feels like someone slammed my head into a door about ten times.”

  “With your big mouth, I’m actually surprised that hasn’t happened to you yet,” Rod quips from the front seat and I flip him off, settling against the leather. Muted white noise hums inside of my head, and fuzzy memories pop into my mind like bullets.

  Seeing the Bowman brothers strut past our bench as free men.

  Collapsing into the cold, hard floor of the courtroom.

  Shock morphing into the most intense agony my soul has ever endured.

  Torrents of tears and hysterics that followed.

  “I gave you a Valium so you could calm down,” Nate mutters from the driver’s seat. “And you blacked out. I didn’t expect you to sleep for this long.”

  The guys didn’t take their motorcycles to the courthouse today. Nate wanted to be close to me, to keep an eye out…just in case. The cartel ordered a hit on my parents to send a message, but who knows if they forgot a post script? Nate figured we’d all be safer this way.

  Together.

  The rest of the club wanted to come, but Nate only allowed Benny and Rod to join us for the verdict. I stare at the back of my brother’s head, his dark hair slicked back, his spine stiff as an iron rod. He clutches the steering wheel tight, his jaw even tighter. He didn’t look as shocked as I felt when the verdict was delivered, and even now, it seems like he’s on autopilot. A man on a mission…that mission is what scares me. Nate doesn’t go off the deep end. He’s level-headed, controlled, and calculating. He doesn’t do crazy.

  That’s my department.

  But right now, I can see his teeth are clenched, and if he was clutching someone’s neck the same way he’s gripping that steering wheel, their eyes would pop out of their skulls. Something is up with him and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was prepared for this.

  It’s almost as if he—

  No. That’s a crazy thought. He couldn’t have known, right? Not after he convinced me over and over that justice would be served.

  By whom, he didn’t specify. I just assumed it’d be by the state. Maybe I should have probed him harder. But the reality is, I guess I clung so tight to what he said because I wanted to believe that they’d get what was coming to them, that they’d end up in gen pop with a bunch of derelicts just like them who’d slash their throats because their club has started more wars and shed more blood in south Florida than any other gangs and mafia families put together.

  Needless to say, hate for their club runs deep.

  But not as deep as their pockets because they run a plethora of drugs through their pipelines across the country. They don’t like competition, and neither does the cartel.

  And dirty money runs the fucking world, so…

  Not guilty.

  I squint, shifting in the backseat. “Where are we? And how long have I been out?”

  “Headed toward the clubhouse,” Nate says. “You’ve been asleep for seven hours.”

  “Jesus,” I mutter. I guess grief really does take a toll on you. My brain just decided to give in to the blissful haze of nothingness. I wish I’d been able to stay for a little while longer.

  “I think this is a bad idea,” Rod grumbles under his breath.

  “I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I?” Nate snaps, hanging a sharp left. I grip the ‘oh, shit’ bar and hang on for my life as he zooms down the secluded dirt road that leads to the clubhouse.

  “I really don’t feel like going inside, Nate,” I say. “I don’t want to talk to anyone. I know they all mean well, but—”

  “We’re not going inside,” he snips. “I’m dropping off Rod and Benny, who haven’t seen us since we left the courthouse,” he says in a warning tone, tossing a glance at Rod over his shoulder. Without warning, he skids to a stop half a mile back from the clubhouse. “Get out here,” he orders the guys. “Your bikes are in the woods where we left ’em. Ride up to the clubhouse and stick to the plan.”

  I furrow my brow. “What plan? Nate, what the hell are you—?”

  He turns to me, silencing me with a look that clearly says ‘this isn’t the time to run that big mouth.’

  I get the message and snap my lips shut.

  Rod and Benny exchange a look and Benny grabs me, hugging me tight. He’s always been a good friend. God only knows, he’s bailed me out of plenty of screw-ups in the past couple of years.

  “Be good,” he murmurs.

  Tears spring to my eyes. It sounds suspiciously like a goodbye.

  Oh no, not another one of those…

  I don’t know how much more I can take today!

  I breathe in his familiar scent of worn leather, beer, and weed, squeezing him and burying my face in his cut until I feel Nate gently push me away from him. I blink back the tears, managing a quivering smile at Rod. “Bye,” I mouth, knowing that if I try to speak, I will erupt into another round of hysterics. And judging by the serious expression on Nate’s face, I know I don’t have that luxury.

  The guys scramble out of the car and disappear into the thick green foliage as Nate swings the car around and heads back down the dirt road.

  “Nate,” I say. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

  “Jae,” he says, his voice thick. “What happens tonight marks the end of our life here. We leave and never look back, do you understand?”

  My heart thuds hard in my chest, tiny hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention despite the balmy breeze flowing in through the car window. “Leave your club?” I say, my voice cracking. “You’re the President! How can you just—?”

  “I’m doing this for you, for us, and for the club.” He slams his hand on the steering wheel. “Jae, the reason why Mom and Dad are dead is because of me, because I fucked up. I made moves that went against the cartel and against the Steel Reapers MC. I thought I was doing something good for the club, but it backfired. This is all on me,” he hisses. “And the only way to make things right is to make sure that when we finally get our justice, they know exactly who served it.”

  “And then what? The cartel finds some other schmucks to come and off you?” My voice rises in panic. “How is that a good plan?”

  Nate pulls over on the side of the dark road and turns to look at me in the backseat. “I knew this would happen the day the trial started. That evidence didn’t just magically disappear, Jae. The cartel was never gonna lose this battle. Ever. And no, I can’t singlehandedly take down a cartel, but I can sure as hell cut off their hands and their dicks. Send my own message.”

  “Then what?” I whisper.

  “Then we disappear and start over somewhere far away from here. I leave the club behind, and they’re protected because they had no involvement at all in what’s about to happen.”

  “You’d give up the club? Just like that? You’ve been with these guys for years. They’re your family.”

  He nods, his shoulders slumping a little bit. “They are. But so are you, and so were Mom and Dad. I can’t help Mom and Dad anymore, but I can help you and the club.” He lets out a sigh. “It’s the only way. Rod will take over as President, and Benny will move up. They’re the only two who know we’re leaving, but I didn’t give them details about why, and I didn’t tell them where we’re going. Better that nobody knows. I’m acting alone on this to keep heat off of everyone else. We’ll be okay. I’ve cleared out all of the bank and investment accounts. We leave tonight.”

  I let his words settle into my conscious. Leave Miami and everything we’ve ever known behind? Forever? I mean, the club was almost as much my place as his. All of the people we’d known forever were part of it. It’s our extended family, the only family we have left. And now we’re supposed to just walk away? Into the unknown? “So you really did know,” I muse.

  “I had to be prepared,” he says gruffly. “I couldn’t
wait until the verdict was delivered and then scramble to get our shit in order. I knew we need to act fast and to hit hard.”

  “How can you be sure they won’t find us?” My voice trembles as the gravity of our situation settles on my head and heart like a lead brick.

  “Look, the only thing you need to know is that I will always protect you, Jae. I made mistakes before, big ones. But I won’t make them again. This is our only chance, the only way we survive what’s going to happen next.”

  “And exactly what is that, Nate?” I ask, an icy coldness snaking through my insides. “What happens next?”

  His eyes darken, lips stretched into a tight line. “We kill them all.”

  Chapter Two: Sergio - Present Day

  “Capacity is down by about twenty percent as of right now.” Enrico, my top security guy, hands me a slip of paper with a bunch of numbers on it.

  “Shit,” I mutter, wishing like hell I hadn’t been stuck in the entertainment sector of Operation: Make Vegas Our Bitch. My family recently partnered with a few others in an attempt to take over the gambling industry here in the States, and we’re starting here in Nevada. But with all of the competition popping up all around our nightclubs, it’s like trying to breathe life into a fucking corpse. Competition lurks in the shadows, just waiting for me to revive shit so they can snuff it out again.

  I volunteered to come out here to Vegas, but it was a way for me to make my own name, away from Sicily and my past. It’s not like I’m the boss. That title is reserved for my oldest brother Matteo. I’m not the youngest, either, like Roman, who always gets the cush jobs because he’s the baby. And thank fuck I’m not my other brother Dante, who manages to set fire to everything in his path because he’s such a ticking time bomb, always running into battle, usually without armor because he never thinks first.

  But me? I get no special treatment. No favors. No latitude.

  I’m just expected to deliver, no excuses, only results.