Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Family Books 1 -3 (A collection of Dark Mafia Romance): Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

GioThe sun was setting by the time I got back to Keeley’s apartment. The Judge had left a message on my phone saying that’s where he had taken her. He thought it was a safer option than my main place, and he was right about that. Whoever had shot up the restaurant would assume I would take her home.No, not whoever. I already knew who had shot at us. I just couldn’t prove it. I would though. Already I had put feelers out. Someone, somewhere, knew where he was. Or more importantly what his next move was. The fact that he had gone after Keeley made me uncomfortable. He shouldn’t even know about her.Women, especially her, should be out of bounds. But I knew my brother. And I knew he didn’t have the same qualms as I did about hurting women and children. He was more like my father in that sense.I hated them both. My father was dead. Not by my hands. And so was my eldest brother. There were only three Marino children left. The crazy older brother, the wild younger sister and me. The one

GioHer tightness gripped me, both suffocating and amazing, and my eyes rolled. Forcing myself to go slow was like torture. All I wanted to do was plough into her and forget that anything else existed but the feel of her pussy clenching around my throbbing cock. I gritted my teeth against the urge.She was fighting against the memories that were threatening to overwhelm and overtake her, and if I got too rough, it would just ruin things between us. That was one thing I couldn’t afford to do, not now she was finally mine. I had another reason as well. And that one was purely selfish.Already I could feel my balls drawing up, the need to empty myself in her making it harder and harder to concentrate. And it only got harder when her hips started to move in time with my thrusts. Keeley’s body finally relaxed. Sharp little nails raked down my back, coming to rest on the muscles of my ass. She dug them in and her gasp of pleasure when I flexed my hips at a different angle was like music to

Gio“Where the fuck is she?” I paced back and forth along the bank of windows, and with each pass I could feel myself becoming more and more irate.From his place on the sofa with a laptop on his lap, The Judge glanced up at me. “I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders and I hated how flippant he was being. Of course, he could afford to not care. Keeley wasn’t his woman. She was mine. And she was gone.Somewhere out in the city she was alone. That was all on me. In my fear of what could happen to her, I had pushed her away, made her think I didn’t want her. The fact that she had been gone before The Judge arrived just proved to me that she had believed the worst of me.“If you had got here on time.” I was venting and didn’t care. I was to blame, not him, but I needed someone to punish. Someone to blame for my own fuck up.“I was here, Gio, she wasn’t. What the fuck did you say to her that made her leave?” He leant back, one arm along the back of the sofa. He stared at me unblinking.

GioSix weeks. That’s how long it had been. It seemed like longer. Much, much longer. It might as well have been six years. Although that didn’t quite cover it either. And the worst thing was that I had almost caught up with her several times. The Judge’s network of contacts seemed never ending but we always got there a day too late.The damn biker Domino was always one step ahead.And it was driving me to distraction.“We will find her.” The Judge curled his hands around the steering wheel with enough force that his knuckles turned white. For all his calm words, he was becoming as frustrated as I was.I didn’t turn in my seat. Instead, I just sat there and watched the rain pelt down on the windscreen. It was oddly calming. “Are you sure about that?” I didn’t even try to keep the despair out of my voice.“Yes, I found her once, I can find her again.”Lapsing into silence, I went back to staring out into the grey day. And then it hit me. Whirling around on him, I clenched my hands into

KeeleyI was numb. Trapped inside my head, frozen, as I was marched down shadowy hallways on the too small shoes that had been forced onto my feet. I couldn’t let myself feel anything. If I did, I would become hysterical. Staying calm was the only weapon I had at that point. They wanted me afraid, especially the man who had washed me. Frankie, they had called him. He had left no part of my body unscrubbed and he hadn’t been gentle about it. My breasts were red raw, my thighs and pussy were screaming in pain. He might not have touched me with his fingers, but I felt violated.Again.I stumbled, and it was only his vice-like grip on my arm that kept me from face planting the thick carpet. Wherever I had been taken was luxurious in an old-fashioned kind of way.“Fucking clumsy bitch.” His hand tightened, his anger rising. I wanted to scream at him to let me go but I would never give him the satisfaction. Whatever happened to me, I wouldn’t cry out. “I hope he makes you bleed. I hope he m