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  “Where are you going?” I push, egging on an unnecessary argument. Watching her attempt to get away from me even quicker has my Vendetti temper flaring. The Capo rears his ugly head at not having his whim met immediately. Ruthless silently pounds at my temple to take what’s rightfully mine, to break her down to submit. I’m her husband, me...not any of my brothers, nor any other man.

  “I’m not laying here while you decide to talk down to me after I gave my body to you freely.”

  “Who will you run off to next, then?”

  “You’re unbelievable!” She scoffs and I rip the sheet out of her hands, wanting to hold her body to mine. Rather, she lets it go and practically hops away. I want to wrap her back up, shield her from others sight and lock her in here. If she won’t outright obey, I’ll wait her out, keep her only for myself.

  The growl rumbles free, as I toss the vacated sheet off to the side. “You’re not going anywhere,” I command, on the cusp of raising my voice. It’s so unlike myself, I feel as if I’m spiraling...I don’t raise my voice, I don’t ruffle, or even give a fuck. I demand, I take, I conquer- I claim what’s mine. She’s pushing me and it’s dangerous, for her and for me. Violet’s going to shove me too far and I’m going to lose control, something I didn’t want to happen when it comes to her. To give in, is to surrender my control to her and I refuse to do so.

  “I’m not staying here,” she mutters yanking a t-shirt and shorts on. She leaves off the bra and the sight of her stiffened nipples underneath the thin material has me roaring.

  “You will do as I say! I’m the capo dei capi Vendetti, damn it!” I move to grab her and she jerks away, anger pulling her lips tight.

  “Make no mistake Matteo Vendetti, I’m more than aware of who you are. You seem to forget that you’re also my husband.” With a defiant huff, she spins on her heels and storms out of the room.

  Full of frustration, my arm lashes out, making contact with a crystal vase. It flies to the floor, the loud shatter an echo of my loss of control over myself and of her. The bedroom door swings open in a flash, banging into the wall and an anxious Santino pops his head in, eyes wild.

  “What the fuck is happening, Matty?”

  “Nothing,” the short reply leaves me with a curse. I could trash this entire room right now in a fit of fury. I’m so angry at her...fuck! I’m more furious with myself.

  “I saw Vi, she took off down the hall as if she were being chased. Please tell me she’s running after sex toys and not because you did something to upset her.”

  My glower seeks him out, “Her name’s Vi-O-let, goddamn it. It’s not Vi, not Bella, or any other fucking pet name!”

  His hands shoot up, palms out, his mouth dropping at my outburst. “Calmati, Capo, per favore.”

  “Don’t tell me to calm down. Mia moglie just ran down the hall, who is keeping her safe?” I shout, ready to lose it all over again and at someone who least deserves it. Not that Violet did, if anything I deserve to be on the receiving end of a lashing, tongue or whip.

  He exhales, “Valentino ran after her. He’ll make sure no harm comes to your wife. Do you want to tell me what’s going on? What just happened?” He’s shocked, they rarely witness me lose it like this, shaking and cursing like and addict. I’m not weak! Yet that woman has me between wanting to rage for her or bend to my knees and promise her anything her heart desires. Too bad for her, I’m not the type to bend.

  VIOLET

  I’m out the door in an angry flash, tired of his obnoxious mood swings. Storming down the hallway, I have no idea where I’m headed. In the moment I couldn’t bring myself to care. I just need away from him. Why in the hell do I care so much? He’s nothing but a stubborn, pig-headed Capo dei capi. I offer myself to him, open up, and tear down my walls, and he’s selfish and rude in return.

  Men confuse and anger me. I’m here away from my family, away from anyone I know, and he pulls this tantrum. I wish I could call my cousins and scream my frustrations out, but I can’t. I’m married to the most powerful man around. I can’t tell a soul about my grievances. That’ll be the quickest method to getting my tongue removed. This is the mafia, I need to pull my big girl panties on and deal with it. Well, if I were wearing any.

  Matteo’s cum drips down my thighs, reminding me that he’d made love to me just before the awful remarks left his lips, angering me at him further. How dare he? I’m not some mistress he can cast aside when he feels broody. I’m his wife, damn it! I’m a Bottaro—was. I was a Bottaro. I’m a Vendetti now; he needs to remember that.

  A quick hand grabs my bicep and I’m being spun around before I can take another step. I’m backed into the hallway wall with a large male body looming over me. Drawing in a deep breath with the impact, I catch the lingering scent of expensive cologne. It’s the kind that makes me go dreamy inside, and instantly know it’s Valentino’s massive frame pressing into mine. The hallway’s dark, with only a few dim sconces peppered about to illuminate the long corridor of what seems to be a never-ending mansion.

  His nose goes to my neck, trailing upward to my hair as he scents me. He’s a male in his prime with veins pumping full of powerful Vendetti blood. He’s dangerous, just as Matteo—hell, as they all are—and overly intoxicating when it comes to my senses. “You being naughty, princess?”

  I groan, already the wetness collecting between my thighs from mine and Matteo’s morning bout of sex is mixing with my desire for Valentino. What have these men done to me? Making me into some sort of sex-starved woman, I want them all again and again. I shouldn’t feel like this—crave all their cocks, especially the infuriating Capo. He wants to be vexatious and ask me about being with the others; well, I may as well do it. He doesn’t care, after all, and he seems to enjoy pushing me toward them.

  Valentino lifts me up, strong arms pulling and adjusting my thighs to each side of his hips as his erection grinds against my clit. It’s enough pressure to have me seeing stars. With a pleased moan, my legs wrap around his hips. My ankles hook together over his muscular butt to hold him close as I mimic his previous move, grinding my core against his impressive length.

  He grits his teeth, hot breath panting next to my ear, the fluttering making my nipples turn to stiff peaks. Valentino’s sex personified. Dante may be my Casanova, Matteo my wild, moody beast, but Valentino is right there with them. To be fucked by the three of them at once would be more than I could ever handle, though a girl can dream. I’ll tuck that fantasy away for a time when I’m not angry with any of them.

  “You’re running,” he rasps, “and I enjoy chasing prey far, far too much for you to be able to handle.”

  “What do you do when you finally catch it?” I boldly question, and he growls with want or warning, I’m not certain.

  “I conquer it,” he shares, and I whimper. My cravings can’t be natural. How can these crazy men get me so turned on? He takes a few steps to the side, keeping me seated to him. Fumbling with a knob, he gets it to twist, and then I’m being carried into a bedroom.

  “Where are we?”

  “Guest room,” he answers. “Look at you. I told you not to leave that room unless you were dressed like a lady.”

  My lashes flutter. “You like me in pencil skirts and blouses so thin you can see my nipples in?”

  “Undress, now,” he orders with cheeks flushed. He stares at me, gaze full of pent-up desire. I think it turns him on even more when I don’t follow the few basic rules he set about.

  Yanking the shirt free, I toss it to the side then pull the shorts down that I’d hastily thrown on in my quick exit.

  “No bra or panties?” he comments, irises flicking over every inch of exposed flesh. “Your slit leaks milky cream over those perfect pale thighs, and I swear I’ve never seen a woman look so fucking sexy. Except for when you were strapped to a table,” he finishes on a growl, jerking his tie free. He carefully lays it on the bed, undoes each shirt button with quick, skilled fingers, then places his jacket and shirt neatly on the bed.
He doesn’t want a wrinkle in any item; so much like his asshole older brother. You’d think it’d be off-putting, when in reality it winds me up more. He pops the snap on his slacks, pushing them down, exposing his dark-blue briefs; the man has thighs so muscular I want to lick them. He toes expensive leather shoes off and lays the remaining clothing on the bed.

  Stark naked, his long, hard, heavy cock shoots out toward me, eager for attention. His nostrils flair as he peers down at me. My chest heaves at his intense attention, his gaze watching as my breasts move. “Get in the shower. You’re a dirty girl who misbehaves and you need to be fucked.”

  Valentino’s sexy talk mixed with how turned on he is has me skittering toward the open bathroom door. He’s right behind me, true to his word about enjoying the chase. It’s intimidating, almost making me squeal with excitement. Stopping at the huge glass, walk-in shower, he reaches past me to flip the water on, and I swallow. I’ve never been fucked by Valentino without being restrained. I know he’s rough and enjoys biting. Thankfully, I have some more experience so the thought doesn’t terrify me but instead does the opposite.

  His hand moves to the back of my hair, gripping it tightly. He can govern my movements, but it’s not bad enough to cause me real pain. He likes control, as does my Matteo. Valentino’s free hand caresses my bared flesh, a light graze over my breast, a careful caress over my abdomen. It’s so at odds with his sharp, demanding ways that it has my head spinning and wetness pooling to drip down my thighs. His strong thumb trails over my ribs; it’s a place I’d never imagined would be sensual. His touch moves to my back, the pressure massaging the tender muscle, then to my ass. His large palm cups the globe, as he leans in to trail his nose over my exposed shoulder. I’m nearly vibrating with the desire he’s built up so quickly that I gasp when his teeth bite into my shoulder and two fingers enter my core from behind.

  “Sopping wet, you dirty, dirty girl. Filled with cum and pussy juice, exactly how I enjoy it most. So fucking pink and pretty, princess. You ready to take my cock?”

  “Yes.” I swivel my hips, pushing my ass back toward him for more. My body shakes with desire, craving him to have his way with me.

  He shoves me forward, and my body scrambles to keep up as his fingers are buried deep, and the other hand holds my head. He moves us into the shower, pressing my cheek against the cool glass. He leans in to whisper, “Careful, carina. I want to fuck that round ass you just offered, and big brother would be pissed if he didn’t have it first.”

  His fingers leave my throbbing core, but the emptiness is swiftly replaced with the blunt head of his thick, hard cock. Fingers dripping with wetness are pushed into my ass, the whimper I’d held finally breaking free. His hips thrust, and my eyes clench closed. The sensations are riveting, his strong body so close, roughly pounding into me from behind. With one leg pushed farther up by his powerful thigh, he bends, driving upward repeatedly until I’m screaming for the release that’s so damn close.

  “Valentino!” I cry his name, ready to beg or plead for him to do whatever I need. My orgasm is just on the cusp. I need his filthy mouth to send me over. My hands against the steamy shower wall try to claw it, but I get nowhere as my fingers meet glass and not the flesh it craves to rip into. I want to slice up his back so later, when he sits down and leans back, he’ll remember this, right now.

  “Keep screaming my name. Let big brother hear how you enjoy my huge cock in that tight cunt. I’ll fill you so full that my cum will leak out of your pussy all fucking day!” He pulls his fingers from my ass and smacks it hard enough that the sound echoes in the bathroom. Reaching around, his middle finger finds my clit, and one soft pat against it and I feel as if I’m airborne. My orgasm spirals through me, my mind flying with an intense burst of pleasure.

  “Yes!” I scream and continue to spasm with the rewarding shocks. His cock pulses, hot cum bursting deep inside me as he roars out his release.

  I guess that answered Matteo’s question on who I’d fuck next, as he probably heard Valentino and I sounding like crazed animals going at each other. Do I feel guilty about it? Hell no. He’s the one who shared them with me in the first place. Karma was him not expecting I’d enjoy it so damn much.

  Matteo

  Raking my hand through my sleep-flattened hair, a groan breaks free and I plant my ass on the bed in frustration. “Stupido,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Era un argomento insulso che non aveva nessun senso.”

  “Really?” His brow lifts, surprised at my confession. “It’s unlike you to argue for no reason, and for it to make no sense?” He tsks with disappointment.

  “I was being jealous,” I confess with an insolent shrug.

  “Ah. You weren’t expecting to like her and so fast?”

  If it were any of my other brothers, I wouldn’t be able to open up like this to them; I wouldn’t feel comfortable confessing my screw up. It’s rare that I do, ever. “Like isn’t a strong enough word.”

  “She will be pregnant soon. How will you act when she is with child?”

  “A wreck,” I admit. I don’t want to say it aloud, but the child better be mine. I’m a fool for believing I’d be okay with my brothers getting her pregnant. I know preserving the family bloodline is supposed to be the utmost importance, but I’m growing more and more territorial with Violet with each passing day.

  “And what is your plan if we are supposed to be the one’s keeping her safe all the time? You can’t possibly keep her in your sights twenty-four hours a day. You have a business to run. An empire. Hell, the entire mafia practically.”

  “There’s only one thing I can think of...”

  He waits for me to say it, even though I know he’s thinking the same thing I am.

  “I have to make her a true queen. I have to teach her to run the Empire.”

  PART 2

  SANTINO SHAKES HIS head, fists clenching and unclenching before getting his bearings. “It’s ludicrous. She’s young and a woman. Vendetti women are the matriarchs of the familia, not the business. The Empire is for the men. You know this above any of us. It is our place to protect our women, not throw them into the ways of the mafia.”

  He’s worried she’ll be killed, and rightfully so. Women in our line of work rarely survive; they aren’t hard enough to do the necessary evil it takes to remain on top. Being Romano’s sons, we lack that issue and strive because of it.

  Shrugging, I stand, grabbing my slacks that’ve remained neatly folded on the top of sofa at the end of the bed. Tugging them on and in place, I slip the clasp in the slot and meet my brother’s gaze. “Then we’ll teach her.”

  He turns away, muttering curses in Italian to himself. You couldn’t have paid mia familia enough money to ever have them believing this would be my decision. It is, though, and it’ll happen. Violet Vendetti will be not only my wife, but my queen. She’ll learn to be a real Mafia queen, not only the matriarch of our familia, but the woman by my side while I head up the Vendetti Empire. And she’ll be the first woman to ever hold such a place in mia familia’s legacy.

  Staring him down, aching for him to question me so I can unload some misplaced anger his way, I yank on my dress shirt. Snapping the platinum cufflinks in place, I quickly button the front neatly. Finally, he speaks.

  “Please, Matty, you’re sentencing her to death by doing this.” It leaves him with a plea, but it’s no use. My decision is final.

  I’ve made up my mind and I’m not a man easily swayed. I don’t bend—to anyone. “Then my brothers better get fucking off their minds and concentrate on her safety.”

  Chapter 1

  “You are fierce. You’re a survivor.

  You’re a fighter through and through.

  Little brave, breathe.

  There is a warrior within you.”

  -Beau Taplin

  MATTEO

  A call comes in and immediately my gut clenches with knowing that Violet must’ve been contacted first. I never had my brothers take her phone back; it’s being
monitored. I should’ve, damn it.

  “Cristiano, where is mia fiore?” He’s been around me for the past few hours, but regardless, it’s his duty to have an idea of where to find her. “You’ve all been warned to keep an eye on her throughout the day or night when she’s not at my side. Who’s with her right now?”

  She’s still salty over our fight too; I haven’t spoken to her since this morning and wasn’t planning to until dinner at eight. However, that doesn’t mean I haven’t periodically checked in with my brothers throughout the morning. My curiosity’s gotten the best of me in regards to her temper and if she’d spoken to anyone about our argument. After that call, however, I cannot put off seeing her any longer.

  “The last update I received said she’d locked herself in her bathroom and was sobbing while on the phone with someone. Before that, she was with Valentino most of the day.” My brothers have taken to sending texts to each other so everyone always knows whether her safety is in jeopardy or if a break is needed.

  “Fuck.” The various important papers from my desk fly in multiple directions as my hand sails through the pile. I can’t refrain from the burst of emotion having just been informed about what has my wife so upset. I keep losing control when it comes to her; it’s making me unhinged. “Who’s monitoring her phone line?” I should’ve been notified of the call the moment it came in.

  “Sergio was put in charge of any incoming and outgoing calls, along with the wiretap we placed inside her bedside lamp. We have her monitored as you instructed. We’ll know if there are any threats.”

  “The call I just received was informing me that the head of the Bottaro familia has been murdered.”