BOW DOWN: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) Read online

  Bow Down

  A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  B.B. Hamel

  Contents

  Copyright

  Mailing List

  Prologue: Louisa

  1. Wyatt

  2. Louisa

  3. Wyatt

  4. Louisa

  5. Wyatt

  6. Louisa

  7. Wyatt

  8. Louisa

  9. Wyatt

  10. Louisa

  11. Wyatt

  12. Louisa

  13. Wyatt

  14. Louisa

  15. Wyatt

  16. Louisa

  17. Wyatt

  18. Louisa

  19. Wyatt

  20. Louisa

  21. Wyatt

  22. Louisa

  23. Wyatt

  24. Louisa

  25. Wyatt

  26. Louisa

  27. Wyatt

  28. Louisa

  29. Wyatt

  30. Louisa

  31. Wyatt

  32. Louisa

  33. Louisa

  Thank You

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  Cocked: A Mafia Stepbrother Romance

  Prologue: Lacey

  1. Lacey

  2. Camden

  3. Lacey

  4. Camden

  5. Lacey

  6. Camden

  7. Lacey

  8. Camden

  9. Lacey

  10. Camden

  11. Lacey

  12. Camden

  13. Lacey

  14. Camden

  15. Lacey

  16. Camden

  17. Lacey

  18. Camden

  Epilogue: Lacey

  Packing Heat

  Prologue: Cassidy

  1. Cassidy

  2. Rafa

  3. Cassidy

  4. Rafa

  5. Cassidy

  6. Rafa

  7. Cassidy

  8. Rafa

  9. Cassidy

  10. Rafa

  11. Cassidy

  12. Rafa

  13. Cassidy

  14. Rafa

  15. Cassidy

  16. Rafa

  17. Cassidy

  18. Rafa

  19. Cassidy

  20. Rafa

  21. Cassidy

  22. Rafa

  23. Cassidy

  24. Rafa

  25. Cassidy

  26. Rafa

  27. Cassidy

  28. Rafa

  29. Cassidy

  30. Rafa

  31. Cassidy

  32. Rafa

  33. Cassidy

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  Prologue: Louisa

  My life was death and bullets and blood and smoke.

  I lived for my mafia. I was born to a man that controlled the greatest crime family in the whole world, and I was born for greatness.

  But he took that away from me. Arturo Barone was a backwards old man, and he refused to let me take my rightful place in his organization.

  Maybe I was young and stupid. But as soon as I realized that my father would never change his mind, I began to form my own gang. It started online as a group of hackers that I met in the deep web, but soon it became much more than that.

  I wanted to be respected. I wanted to earn my place in the world at any cost, and I was willing to go up against my own father to achieve that.

  My father and his men, they were rotten. They were buying women from Eastern Europe and shipping them back to the states. They were getting these girls hooked on drugs and using them as sex slaves.

  It was disgusting. When I found out about that, I turned all of my energy into attacking the Barone Crime Family and destroying them. I wanted to liberate these girls from their bondage. I wanted to save their lives.

  I never thought about men. Or at least when I did, I thought about how I could use them or destroy them. I never once imagined that I’d meet a man that was my equal, because I had no equals in the city.

  My group, my Spiders, we were destroying the mafia one whorehouse at a time. With each new group of girls liberated, my mafia grew larger and stronger.

  We were growing so big that I realized I needed to do something soon, or else we’d get noticed by the authorities. I needed to take drastic steps.

  That was how I met him.

  Tall, broad, and handsome, he wasn’t at all what I expected. He was powerful, the state’s attorney general. He had control over who got prosecuted and didn’t. In short, in Illinois, he was the law. If I wanted to rule Chicago, I needed him.

  Wyatt Carter. I never expected him. He leaned up against me and whispered in my ear.

  “Does power make you wet?”

  That bastard. He couldn’t talk to me that way.

  I never let a man say things like that to me. Any other man and I’d have him killed. But Wyatt smiled at me, that gorgeous, cocky smirk, and he looked as though he had the right to say anything he wanted.

  Power didn’t make me wet, but Wyatt Carter did.

  Soft lips, strong hands, square jaw. He took me by the hips and pressed me against the wall. His powerful body crushed mine, and as much as I couldn’t stand being dominated, Wyatt Carter could take me.

  I needed him for more than just his body, but he was so damn controlling. I couldn’t submit to a man and never would.

  But maybe Wyatt was going to be the one to finally break me.

  1

  Wyatt

  Another damn fundraiser. It felt like I went to a new one every weekend. The causes all blurred in my mind: breast cancer, stomach cancer, all types of cancer, ALS, concussions in sports, shit like that. I wrote my check and I smiled, but I knew that these fundraisers weren’t really about raising money for worthy causes.

  They were networking opportunities for the filthy fucking rich and the powerful.

  There was a time when I wouldn’t have belonged in a room like this. I grew up in a working class family. My father was a plumber and my mother was a secretary, and they didn’t give me anything in this world.

  I earned everything I had. I worked my ass off to get a scholarship to Harvard, which led me to Harvard law, which led me through the courts.

  People called it a “meteoric” rise, but to me it was jus inevitable. I could play the political game like anyone else, and I could dominate in the courtroom if needed. I had nearly a flawless record under my belt, including some serious, high-profile cases.

  Which was how I became the youngest state attorney general ever at only thirty-three.

  I wasn’t born rich. I wasn’t born an aristocrat like so many of the people milling about the expensive ballroom. I fought for every dollar and destroyed anyone that got in my path. That was how I made it to the top of my profession, and I wasn’t stopping there.

  Chicago fundraisers were always the best. In Illinois, Chicago was the place to be. It was the biggest city in the Midwest, and every wealthy person for thousands of miles came to Chicago during the fundraiser season. It was essential to their business, and to mine.

  I stood up near the bar, sipping a whisky as I surveyed the ro
om. Everyone was wearing black tie attire; the women were in gowns and jewels, and the men all tried to look dapper in their tuxedos, but they mostly just looked like overgrown children in their daddy’s outfits. They had no sense of style or showmanship, which were things I had to learn to be successful in the courtroom.

  Being a lawyer isn’t just about making solid legal arguments. It’s more about how you hold yourself and how you can convince an audience of skeptics. I found that appearance worked just as well as logic when it came to a jury.

  So I worked with appearances. I knew how to manipulate my appearance to suit any crowd, from working class bartenders on up to the richest of the rich.

  I didn’t particularly like the people I was trying to charm, but that didn’t matter. The only thing I cared about was accumulating more power.

  Power was everything. Power meant you could control your own destiny and were beholden to no man. My parents had no power, and they worked their whole lives for someone else, right up until they both died way too young. First my mother got cancer, and then my father died a year later of heart disease.

  I was alone in the world, but that was okay. I had only one goal, anyway. Women, money, these things didn’t matter. Only power mattered.

  “Wyatt.”

  I looked up from my thoughts. An older gentleman, portly and graying, sidled up next to me.

  “Jonathan,” I said. “How’s the shipping industry?”

  “Shit,” he said. “As always. How’s being a rock star treating you?”

  I laughed. “Attorney general of Illinois isn’t exactly rock star status.”

  “Maybe not out there,” he said, gesturing at the walls. “But in here, you’re important. You control the fates of these people, you know.”

  “Including yours,” I said, smiling.

  “Somewhat.” He said, waving a hand. “Have the hyenas pounced yet?”

  “Not yet, but I’m sure they will soon.”

  “Don’t get suckered by the money, Wyatt.”

  “I didn’t know you cared, Jonathan.”

  “I don’t.” He shrugged and finished his drink. “I’m just bored.”

  He turned and walked away. I scowled for a moment before righting my face again, calming myself. Jonathan West was one of the richest men in the room, a shipping magnate. He was an old school businessman, and ruthless as hell. He helped finance my campaign, though I never exactly understood why. He never asked for a favor and never even insinuated that he wanted one.

  I glanced across the room, scanning for other men I knew, when I suddenly saw her. I nearly took a step backwards.

  Long, dark hair. Full figure. Beautiful lips. Striking eyes. She looked back at me, a steady and intense gaze, with a small smile playing along her face.

  She was absolutely gorgeous. Tan, creamy skin that I wanted to lick. She quickly looked away, returning to her conversation.

  Which rich bastard scored that woman? She was far more attractive and younger than most of the women in the room. She had to be someone’s mistress, but she didn’t look like the mistress type. There was something about her, something interesting.

  I’d been with plenty of women in my life, but I never stayed with one. That was unusual for someone in my position, because having a wife was often a political necessity, but I was never at a disadvantage there. I never needed a wife, and I found it was much more fun to have a new woman in my bed whenever I wanted one.

  Maybe this girl could be another one of those.

  I made my way across the room, eyes locked on her. For a moment, I envisioned holding her down against the table and sliding my thick cock between her legs. I’d love to see her gasp as I filled her. I wanted to make her body sweat, hear her beg my name.

  Just as I approached, she moved away from the group of men she was speaking with. She smiled at me, cocking her head to one side.

  “Hello,” I said. “I don’t think I know you.”

  “No,” she confirmed. “You don’t.”

  “Wyatt Carter.”

  “I know.” She shook my head. “I’m a fan.”

  I smirked at her. “You’re a fan? Strange thing to be a fan of.”

  “You’re the youngest attorney general in history. It’s hard not to be a fan.”

  “Youngest and handsomest,” I said, smiling. “What’s your name?”

  “Louisa.”

  “Who are you here with, Louisa?”

  “Myself.”

  “I take it you just want to help out...” I trailed off, looking around. I had forgotten what the cause was.

  “Homeless children,” she said.

  I grinned. “That’s right.”

  “The children are our future.”

  “Of course they are. And homeless ones, especially.”

  “Can I get you a drink, Mr. Carter?”

  “Call me Wyatt. And how about I get you one?”

  “Actually,” she said. “I’d rather you do something else.” She stepped toward me and I raised an eyebrow.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Come with me.” She took my hand in hers.

  I felt my heart begin to beat fast in my chest. “And where are you taking me?”

  “Somewhere nearby.”

  I held her hand and pulled her closer to me. “I’m not in the habit of following strange women. There are a lot of powerful men here, men that can be useful. Why should I give up my time to you instead?”

  “Because,” she said softly. “You’re curious, and you’re the kind of man that indulges his curiosity.”

  I stared at her, and she looked back defiantly. I loved that, and I felt my cock begin to stiffen in my pants. She excited me, although I had no clue who she was. I only had a first name, and nothing more.

  But I had nothing else to do. There was no reason I couldn’t indulge. Besides, I’d take what I wanted from her, and I’d rejoin the party.

  “I’ll go,” I said. “But I’m not normally the type of man who follows.”

  “Good.” She smiled. “You’re the type of man I’m looking for.”

  She headed for the exit and I stayed close, wondering how her wet pussy would taste as I made her come, over and over again.

  2

  Louisa

  I learned to be the way that I am from my father,

  I grew up in the mafia. From the time I was a young child, I began to learn everything I could about his business. I was fascinated by the power and the money and even the logistics of the business. The men all tolerated me, even thought I was cute, little Lou asking questions about how to get shipments of heroin into the country. I used that perception of me and I learned as much as I could.

  My father made me the person I became. I never thought I’d end up running my own mafia, my own army, but that was how things happened. I wasn’t the type to look back and wonder what could have changed.

  I made things happen. I didn’t dwell on the impossible.

  Plus, I was at war with my own father. I tried to give him a peaceful way out, but he refused and forced my hand. I was going to destroy his group of evil thugs, and then I was going to take over the city.

  I was going to make things better.

  I needed powerful friends if I was going to make that happen. I looked around the fundraiser ballroom, silently placing faces to names. I’d memorized a list of the most influential men in the city plus the richest men in the state, and I recognized a lot of the people I saw milling around me.

  Combined, the men in that room were worth more than the entire United States government. They were the top of the top, and they could make things happen. They were the kind of people the Barone Crime Family had courted over the years, and so it was time for me to do the same thing.

  I was going to smile and laugh. I was going to introduce myself and let them think I was just some pretty woman that cared about homeless children. And then, when the time was right, I was going to make my offer in a way that they couldn’t refuse.
r />   That was the plan, anyway, right up until I saw him.

  Wyatt Carter. He was the youngest attorney general in Illinois history, maybe even in the whole United States. He was tall, broad, and handsome, not to mention incredibly influential and powerful. He was one of the rising stars in the political game, and he was exactly the kind of man I needed on my side.

  I didn’t know what to expect from him when we started talking, but it quickly became obvious why he was so popular. He was attractive and charming and smart, and I felt a strange excitement in my stomach as we left the ballroom together.

  Out of the main room, we headed down a hallway with a marble floor. My heels made a clacking sound as we moved.

  “I’d ask where we’re going, but I suspect you won’t tell me.”

  I smiled over my shoulder at him. “It’s a surprise.”

  “I’m sure. I don’t like surprises, you know.”

  “You’ll like this one.”

  He laughed. “What makes you so confident, Louisa?”

  “I don’t know. I’m just a confident woman.”

  “I’m a confidant man.” He suddenly caught my wrist, spinning me toward him. He pinned me back against the wall and my heart was hammering in my chest. “What are you trying to gain here?” he asked me.

  I blinked at him, shocked at the sudden turn. He went from affable and kind to serious in the blink of an eye. His fingers were hard on my wrist.

  “I’d like to get to know you better,” I said.

  “Bullshit. You could have done that back in the party.” He glanced down the hallway. “Who are you, really?”

  I stared at him, surprised. He was far more perceptive than I would have guessed.

  The truth was, I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I had a simple goal in mind for the night, but as soon as I saw Wyatt, that goal suddenly changed. I wanted to make my mafia legitimate, wanted to try and get us involved in some more legal revenue streams, and I wanted the men back in that room to act as investors.

  But as soon as I saw Wyatt and that cocky smile, I knew that I needed to talk to him alone. I knew that he could help me, but I couldn’t say why.