All Chapters of The Family Books 1 -3 (A collection of Dark Mafia Romance): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Judge“You want-“ Taylor tripped over her tongue. Her throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed hard. “To put that inside of me.”Guiding her leg up so her foot rested on the lounger next to me, I smoothed the cool glass up her thigh. “Yes , among other things.”“But it’s a chess piece.” Again I heard her swallow. “It’s not meant to go- up there.”Bringing my face close to her, I let my tongue trace the blonde little landing strip. Letting it guide me down. It was new, when I had taken her to bed she had been bare and hair free. But I liked it. I liked it a lot. “Isn’t it?” I carried on licking and kissing my way across her mostly, sliding the cold glass up the inside of her thigh. “But you're curious aren’t you? You want to know how it feels? How good I’ll make it feel?”“No.”Tapping the edge of the piece against her clit, I lifted my face , gazing up at her. “Are you lying to me Taylor? You’re trembling with need.” I slid it down between her wet lips. And her trembling increased

Judge“I am not the one for you.”At first her words didn't compute in my head. they didn't make any sense. The last few days had gone so well, we had been on track for the big day at the end of next week and I couldn't understand what had gone so terribly wrong. and then their meaning made sense. Taylor thought she could dismiss me? at my side my fists clenched into fists. “Only I can decide that.” I tried and failed to keep my voice even. The street was almost empty but I glanced around anyway. Taylor seemed to think this was one of her romance novels. Where the hero always fell head over heels in love, It wasn't and she needed to realise that. Same as she needed to know exactly what kind of man I was. she was in for a really rude awakening and i didnt want an audience for it.Grabbing a hold of her wrist I dragged her into a small alleyway between the high stone buildings. ignoring totally her squeal of protest. When we were out of sight of the street I forced her back agai

Judge“Keeley.” The last person I expected to see when I walked into Gios office in Kudos was his heavily pregnant but still stunningly beautiful wife. Her blonde curly hair was tied back at the base of her neck and her cheeks were glowing as she heaved herself up out of her chair to come in for a hug. Which I did with some difficulty. I had never in my entire life seen someone so huge before. her stomach protruded outwards like someone had put a football up there. no not a football , a beachball.Keeley looked about ready to pop.“Hey you, trouble maker.” as always her voice was soft, the american twang in it, mixed permanently with her london accent. It was a weird mix. but what was stranger was how much she reminded me of Taylor. it was the inflection of the way she greeted me more than the fact they were both gorgeous blondes. I shook the thought away.I had made my decision. and it was the right one i knew that. I had to let Taylor go. She deserved so much more than I could offe

JudgeThe day was beautiful. The kind of day that artists painted. All blue skies and fluffy white clouds. It was the perfect day to get married.Or would have been if I'd had a bride to marry. There would be no magical day for me. Not that I had believed for a second that I could have the same kind of happily ever after that Gio and Keeley had. They were the exception. Not the rule. I had touched it though, tasted that happiness and it left a bitter taste on my tongue. Not because I didn't like it but because I wanted more. I still had hope that i would get to sample it again. Even when i knew that hope was so far fetched it might as well be a fairytale.And that was why I was here. In what would have been our honeymoon suite. Alone and with no bride. No traces of her but the dress I had picked out because she loved it hanging from the wardrobe door. Taylor wasn't here, getting ready somewhere and excited to meet me at the altar and she never would be. I had let her go. Messe

AriaThe sound of my heels was loud on the cobblestone path. Click, clack, click- my ankle rolled over and I almost cried out as a shot of pain lanced through me but at the last minute I righted myself and went back to walking with my back ramrod straight.No one looked at me. But why would they? I was just another woman, a tourist walking down the street in shoes that weren’t suitable for the terrain. Little did they know that I was so much more than a tourist. I’d been here many times before over the years. It was our home land after all. Although my father had made his base in the United States and my brother had seemed to settle in the United Kingdom.I didn’t have a permanent home in any of those places. I didn’t have a home anywhere. How could I when I wanted my freedom?So I travelled, I saw the world and I stayed the fuck away from everything The Family did. I’d even changed my hair, my whole appearance wasn’t what Gio remembered. I doubted he would even recognise me, nowNot