The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 Read online Lylah James (Tainted Hearts #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Crime, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tainted Hearts Series by Lylah James
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Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
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In the Bratva, as Alessio’s second in command, we were clones of each other. We thought the same. We fought the same. We bled and breathed the same.

Alessio led us outside, and we got in the car. Finally, when the door closed and the car started moving, leaving the estate behind, I spoke.

“Where are we going?”

Alessio rubbed a hand over his face, tiredly. “Red Night.”

Red Night, one of a dozen of clubs we owned. This one, Alessio visited more frequently than the others. It was closer to home, easy to manage. He even had a fancy office there where our business associates met up with him to discuss our deals and contracts.

To the outside world, it was just a regular strip club. People come for a drink, get wasted, watch some young girls dance. Fresh, tight pussies waving at you like a red flag.

Mingling with the regular customers, we had the wealthy ones. The upper class—the bluebloods, the ones who were only allowed on the top floor. The corrupted. The very same who liked to play games in the black market.

“Why are we going there?” I wondered what was so important he would choose to go to Red Night now. I came back home after weeks and we had much to discuss, but I guessed Alessio had other plans.

He was always one step ahead. Always the Master Player.

“We are meeting someone,” he drawled nonchalantly. Alessio didn’t tell me more, and I gave him a suspicious look, which he purposely ignored.

Instead, his lips twitched, and then I saw a little smirk. Arrogantly, he chuckled in the darkness of the car, filling the silence with something akin to sinister.

Fucking scary and shit. But Alessio appeared as if he were sharing an inside joke with himself. This man really couldn’t be trusted. He was slightly unhinged, this crazy bastard.

Whatever he was planning…it was bad.

And I knew I was going to fucking love it.

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. I took my time to study Alessio. He studied me back, staring, yet saying no words.

I knew this look he was giving me.

His eyes appeared darker tonight, deeper…soulless. The intensity of his gaze was sharp enough to cut through glass. His posture was relaxed, as if he were at home, in his own element. Nothing and nobody could hurt him now. He was in power, feeding off the weaker, poorer souls.

Alessio was always silent before making his kill. Like a predator, he stalked, prowled, and then pounced right for the jugular, ripping you apart in shreds until you were bleeding at his feet.

He was death. Plain and simple.

His silence told me only one thing.

Someone was about to die tonight.

My fingers started to twitch, wanting to reach for my knife…gun, or even my fucking lighter. My skin was now itching with excitement. My lungs worked better, my heart accelerated, and adrenaline was now a new vibe in my body.

The car came to a stop, and we both stepped out. There were men, bodyguards, standing at the entrance, and they all greeted us with a bow of their head. Money came with power. Power came with respect. And respect went hand in hand with loyalty.

And these men were loyal to the core. Or they paid with blood.

It was a simple rule. In the Bratva, once you become a made man, there was no out. You either lived and breathed this life, or you died as a made man. If one thought to escape, they bled until their bodies gave up on life.

We walked inside and then went up to the top floor where Alessio’s office was situated. But we bypassed the office, and instead, Alessio walked further down the hall and then stopped in front one of the private VIP rooms.

There was another man standing there in a clean suit. Another bodyguard. He nodded in acknowledgement and opened the door for us.

The room inside was immaculate. We were on the top floor, and instead of small windows or walls, the main side of the room was made of glass. It overlooked the whole club. We could see the dancers and strippers from here, the thirsty, horny men watching like predators.

We could see everything…but no one could see us. Complete privacy. This room was also soundproof.

Alessio had planned the perfect fucking trap.

Settling into one of the couches, I waited. Alessio took a seat also. One of the girls walked in, wearing close to nothing. Her dress was so short that if she bent over, her pussy would have been in the open. The cleavage was low, enticing and sexy. I bet she wasn’t wearing any panties or any fucking bra, for that matter. The air conditioner had made the room cooler, and her nipples were now standing up to attention.

For the first time in my life, I found myself averting my gaze from a pretty woman. Who really was handed to me on a silver platter. If I wanted to fuck her, I could. She wouldn’t say no. I could easily ask her to lift her dress up right now and bend over.


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