Happy Sunday everyone. I’m happy to say that the next book being released is tentatively titled Suffer and the second in the Calduchi mafia family. You may remember Caught…my #1 Best Selling Release in Gothic Romance. Suffer is about the very dark and VERY dangerous brother – Giovanni. In truth, there wasn’t going to be another story but reader’s asked for Gio’s story so… I thought you might like a taste – unedited but I think you’ll enjoy. Oh, and it’s releasing on March 22nd so be prepared for a haunted and very dominating man…
“Eh, Luigi, this is the best gravy you’ve made in decades.” When Montego Calduchi spoke,
everyone listened and the entire room was leaning forward, as if the ordained crime boss was about to give an important speech.
Or issue a hit.
The man was powerful, considered one of the most dangerous men in America. He was without question a brutal monster, lording his reign over everyone. There wasn’t a single syndicate in the country who wouldn’t enjoying dethroning his empire, what would be my kingdom at some point.
Home of the White Sox and some of the sexiest women in the Mid-West.
Home of the most notorious crime family in the country.
My father had been head of the family for almost forty years, his acts of cruelty leaving a trail of blood for decades. No one defied him.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you so very much,” Luigi said, his raspy voice, altered by decades of heavy smoking, was no match for Montego’s deep baritone. He leaned over, obtaining the obligatory kiss on each cheek and a hug, my father slapping the frail man’s back with vigor.
The private suite door momentarily opened, I was given beautiful and sultry change in scenery. The long legged brunette had no doubt made a point to stand just outside the door, hoping for an opportunity to showcase her voluptuous body. I gave her a respectful nod, envisioning her naked body draped over my lap, my well-worn leather belt in my hand. The thought made my balls tighten and my cock press in the most uncomfortable manner against my Armani pants. Sadly, the sensuous vixen was like all the rest; hungry young women longing to obtain status as a Mafia mistress. The concept bored the fuck out of me.
“Me amigo,” Montego said as he pushed Luigi away, dismissing him from the room.
Already weary, I sat back, fingering the base of my wine glass, staring absently out the picture window and allowing the smoke from my Cuban cigar to billow in my father’s direction, one of many annoyances. A light rain continued to fall, creating a slight fog hovering over the busy street. This was my father’s favorite place to have lunch, a restaurant I’d often visited as a child. I only wished the location held the same found memory as did for my aging father.
Chuckling to myself, I took a sip of the expensive cabernet, longing to get the hell out of Chicago, even for a little while. Recent discussionswith my brother had left me with a nasty taste in my mouth even after the asshole had disappeared, ruining a decent business opportunity. There were seven of us positioned around a specially carved table, crafted from the finest and nearly extinct Brazilian woods.
All to my father’s likings and because of his demands.
The meeting had been mandatory, myself included. Seated were five top capos, the most vicious men in the syndicate. Bodyguards, the newest soldiers, remained on the outskirts of the room, keeping watch on the crowded street.
After giving me a dirty look, Montego’s eyes followed the chef, waiting until the aging man had left the room, closing the door behind him. Privacy was everything. “Prick.” He tossed his fork and yanked the napkin from the collar of his shirt. “Stupid man can’t make gravy to save his ass. He needs to get out of the business.”
My father certainly didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything.
Including his children.
Montego had already eaten the majority of his capellini, as always and we’d only been here fifteen minutes. The man truly disgusted me and the worst part? I’d ended up just like him. Hard edged, refusing to budge and my joy of slicing and dicing legendary. I was a man to be feared. I took another puff of my cigar, savoring the rich smoke. The box of Cubans had been a gift from one of the dozens of businesses my family protected. The expensive smokes had also been a thank you for allowing the greasy pig owner to live after being light on his payment.
There would be no more second chances.
“Then why are we still coming here, boss?” the soldier asked, his foot tapping on the floor from eagerness. “I could give you suggestions for some pretty good places.”
I held my tongue. The young soldier had just made his first blunder. He’d opened his mouth.
“Will you listen to that babbo?” Montego said, laughing as he glanced from one capo to another, expecting their agreement. His eyes landed on me last, the laughter turning sour given I was ignoring him. He called everyone in our organization an idiot, including his own sons. “The pussy boy thinks he has a brain inside that big head of his. Suggestions my ass.”
The men laughed, as they always did. Poor Antonio looked sheepish, regretting spewing the question. The kid shifted back and forth, trying his best to shrink into the woodwork.
“Can we get on with it?” I asked casually.
Montego’s smile instantly faded and he pounded his fist on the table. Complete silence swept across the room. “Fine. Let’s get to it.” Shifting back, he tapped his finger on the lip of his glass, his expression cold. “All this talk about New York taking over has put our organization in a precarious position. We have a rat in our family and we are going to find him. I won’t tolerate cock sucking pigeons. He needs to be put on ice.”
I blew out another puff of smoke, my lips allowing a floating ring to form. I’d heard rumblings in the organization, the same shit as months before. My concern was that not just the New York Syndicate was attempting to muscle in. There were others who saw our family as weak, especially given my brother had turned his back on the Calduchi name. However, Montego seemed to care less. He adored Jagger, the favorite son.
“Who the fuck is it?” Marco asked, his upper lip curled into a snarl.
“Yeah, boss. Any idea?” Daniel huffed, his fat face puffing out from anger.
I’d grown up with Marco, even considering him my best friend. Daniel, on the other hand, I didn’t trust for shit.
“That’s for you boys to find out and you’re going to do so within twenty-four hours or blood will rain in the streets,” Montego commanded then polished off his glass of burgundy before adjusting his tie.
Lunch was officially over.
The capo’s all nodded, and in my mind, three quarters of them were nothing but dancing bobblehead dolls. No brains but every one of them had damn good killer instincts.
“Stay, Gio. I need to discuss something with you,” Montego said without looking in my direction. Then he slowly turned his head and for a few seconds, I could see the strangest emotion in my father’s eyes.
I nodded, keeping my place but my gut told me things were about to change.
The second Montego pushed back from the table, the others rose out of respect. A split second before my periphery of vision was cut off, I noticed a glint and my instincts kicked in hard. I reached for my Glock, jumping over the table in an effort to yank my father away from the window. Mother fucker. “Get down!”
“You’re going to fuckin’ save him!”
Antonio’s voice? What the hell was going on? I tried to move or focus, but my arms and legs weren’t responding. I don’t…
“You need to back off, sir. There’s a waiting room just outside the corridor. Go there!”
Waiting room. A torrent of images flooded my mind. Blood. My father. I was so cold, so freaking cold. Help me. Where the fuck was I?
“Well, you better take care of him, doctor!” The deep voice was one I recognized. Why couldn’t I speak? Marco, I…
“You’re going to be fine, boss!”
Light flickered then blackness and…
“We’re losing him. Get him into surgery. Stat!”
Wheels in motion. Voices. Blood. The world passing by…
“Where the hell am I?” There was no light, other than an orange glow somewhere in the distance. My mind was foggy, cobwebs filtering through every thought. I shook my head, expecting blinding pain. There was nothing. No cold. No anguish. No emotion.
The world was slanted, askew like my vision. Survival. The word hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me with an urgent need to get the fuck out of this bleak place. Move. Move! My legs were sluggish, unresponsive. I slapped my hands on whatever surface was near me, struggling to move forward even a few inches. Jesus. What had happened? I would do this. What mother fucker had put me in this predicament?
With every inch of success, an overwhelming feeling of failure slithered into my system, filling me with dread and fear unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Figures and faceless shapes seemed to come from nowhere, shoving against me as they moved, more and more of them until claustrophobia strangled every breath. I clawed at my neck, confusion mixing together with the fog.
“I warned you, son. There’s still time to repent.”
The voice was so warm and loving. I turned sharply, unable to see who’d issued the words. “Who are you?” There was no immediate answer. Anger. Now, all I could feel was extreme anger. Blinding rage. “Where the fuck are you?” I pushed and shoved, trying to force my way through the crowd but the faceless group seemed to block my way.
“Redemption. Pray for redemption, my sweet and loving son.”
“Mother?” The fucking assholes wouldn’t get out of my way. I punched, catching one then two of them, knocking them to the ground. Shapeless monsters. There were more of them, hundreds if not thousands, all heading in my direction. “Mother?”
“Find a way,” she whispered.
What do you think? I so hope you enjoyed.
Don’t forget to stalk me in all the other sexy little places. And if you haven’t tasted Caught yet, well, you’re missing out!
You don’t say no to a man like him.
If you’re forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger Calduchi, it means he’s about to take what he wants, and you’ll give it to him… even if it’s your body.
I got caught snooping where I didn’t belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought and paid for cops take me to jail.
He’s going to punish me, train me, and master me completely. When he’s used me so shamefully I blush just to think about it, maybe he’ll let me go home… or maybe he’ll decide to keep me.