LOGINBOOK #2 MARINOS' MAYHEM SERIES A large, strong hand grabbed Jayce by the neck, slamming him face-first into the wall. A weight pressed against his back, pinning him in place, while a thick cock pressed against his ass. A thick, husky voice groaned into his ear. "You have three seconds to decide: be mine, or die with them?" "Please, please don't make me choose," Jayce pleaded, feeling his life flash before his eyes. "One. Two..." Jayce gritted his teeth when he felt a hand pulling his pants down, leaving his ass bare. "I can't be with you, Renato," he yelled, fighting for dominance. "My duty is to bring you down, not to fall for you." Renato grinned, biting down on his ear. "Nothing ever stops me from getting what I want, Sweetcheeks. So, what's it going to be?" * •—• * What do you get when you mix work, pleasure, and affection together? Jayce Beckett, desperately in need of the bonus pay to fund his nephew's surgery, took over an undercover task to bring down the most dangerous mafia organization in New York City. The task seemed easy, or so he thought. What would he do when his cover got blown and the only way to survive was to date the mafia boss who had eyes for him? He either had to fall in love or get buried by Renato Marino, the infamous mafia boss who was known for not giving anyone a second chance.
View MoreAhem! Thank you to every single one of you who took the time to read this book. And a special thanks to those who have been here since the very first book. I appreciate each and every one of you more than words can say. Pansey, this book was born because of you. Without you, these pages would be empty. Shirley, your unwavering support carried me through the hardest parts of writing, thank you from the depths of my heart. Angelamarie, every time I thought I was out of words, your comments dragged me back to the keyboard. You’re the reason my imagination never dried up. I love you endlessly. Namita, you being around in the comments always made me smile and kept me going. To everyone I couldn’t mention, please know that I love you all so very much. Without your support, I never would have come this far. As for Renato Marino and Jayce Beckett… their story ends here. I’m letting them go, giving them a chance to live their lives beyond these pages. I wish them the best of luck. Lol
MARCELO I woke up tied to a bed. My head was pounding, my body wouldn’t move, and there was a man across from me, watching me, sitting there like he owned the fucking world, like he could decide with one single thought whether I lived or died. I had no idea how I got here. All I knew was that someone had already put a price on my life. Someone wanted me dead. And yet…he hadn’t touched me. Not yet. Maksim Morozov. Son of Konstantin. Russia’s number one hitman. Just looking at him made my chest tighten. That smile… calm, dangerous, like he already knew exactly how he'd break me. Every glance, every flicker of his eyes, every slow movement dragged me further under his control... and I had no idea how to get out. There was no escape. I’d have to outsmart him. Or die trying.
JAYCE BECKETT I will have you know that men cannot be trusted. Especially if that man is a mafia man, built like a sex god and looks younger than his age. Please don't trust him. He cannot be trusted. Despite Renato's promises that he wouldn't leave, all he did was spend two months with us before dropping the bombshell that he'd be returning to New York because, apparently, Marcelo had been missing for the whole three years and they hadn't seen him yet, and there was a rumor that some Russian men have him. God, I loved Marcelo, but still... I still wanted my man. Having him for just two weeks and then disappearing for another two weeks wasn't exactly fun. All I wished was for Marcelo to be found so I could have my husband back to myself. Call me greedy or selfish, but try losing your man for three years and let's see if you would want to let him out of your sight ever again. God, that bastard knew I wouldn't let him go, so he bought a stupidly big, fancy house and thought he coul
JAYCE BECKETT I had been touch-starved, desperately, painfully so. And Renato made sure to fill every void, every aching gap that hunger had carved into me.Renato dwarfed me, a calf beneath a bull, and he continuously rammed his cock back into me, fucking me like one, too. Making sure I never feel the hunger ever again.I clenched every muscle, fingers digging into the mattress for leverage. Renato’s gaze burned in the mirror, sharp and possessive, every thrust a command I couldn’t deny. I accepted every steely thrust, sending one back in return, refusing to collapse under his torrent.Time meant nothing. My knees cried until the bedding was nothing more than sheets of our cum and my tears. My dick pummeled my belly, adding more moisture there, and still the ensemble played.Fire blazed along every part of me. Sweat charged like good soldiers from every pore. The end table lamp crashed to the floor, taking the wooden piece of furniture with it."Next time I leave you, which I don't
JAYCE BECKETT I thought I was losing my mind. For three years, I had lived with the silence of his absence. Every night I begged, prayed, cursed, and bargained with the universe. I’d replayed that night a thousand times... the sound of gunfire, the way his body crumpled, the sight of him vanishi
JAYCE BECKETTWe walked down the quiet street, our hands linked, and I kept waiting for the world to shift... for something to tell me this wasn’t real.Three years of grief had carved such a hollow inside me that I no longer remembered what it felt like to be whole. But now, with him beside me, I
JAYCE BECKETT The ropes bit into my wrists. They had been there so long that the skin burned and pulsed every time I shifted, but shifting did nothing. The ropes were too sharp, rough, tight, already leaving marks I’d feel tomorrow—if only there was a tomorrow for me. And if there should be a tomo
RENATO MARINO The gates opened slow, deliberate, like the jaws of some iron beast. Rifles gleamed in the hands of Sasha’s men, every muzzle tilted just enough to remind us of what it would cost to trespass here.Our convoy rolled forward, three black cars moving as one. The lead vehicle cleared th






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