Midnight Rose: Dark Mafia Reverse Harem Romance, page 1
Midnight Rose
Mafia Reverse Harem Romance
A.B. Marie
Copyright © 2021 A.B. Marie
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Cover design by: A.B. Marie
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309
Printed in the United States of America
To the men and women who are brave enough to start a new life for themselves (and their children) after they were trapped in a situation that no one should ever have to endure. You're my heroes.
"The past can hurt. But, the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it."
The Lion King
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
Introduction
Contact
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
Afterword
Acknowledgement
Book links
Introduction
My name is Rose Fischer, and I would do anything... Well... Almost anything to go back to my old life. Even if I'm unwanted and hated.
Even if I have no friends. At least I have this stupid legacy that wasn't even supposed to be shared with me.
My own twin turned his back on me, and now I'm lost. Terrified over what will come next. I thought my husband was my savior, but he turned out to be the worst of them.
I finally get away. I get help. I go home, but going home could have been the worst decision I've made thus far... And now there's no turning back. My father-in-law gets me caught up in the Irish mob and he and my husband have been a part of a nefarious plan that they set up for almost two decades. Will the Irish mob help them or me?
Follow Rose Fischer's story in this dark mafia reverse harem romance, where there are several love interests and she doesn't have to choose.
***Trigger Warnings: This book is intended for readers over the age of 18. It includes dark themes, strong language, and mature situations. Also: Abuse (mental and physical), murder, neglect, torture, death, blood, and pregnancy complications.***
Contact
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Prologue
Rose
Past
Age Fifteen
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Chewing on my lip, I contemplate skipping going to my last class. I huff out a breath and stare into the mirror in the bright ass bathroom at the back of the locker room and wince at all of the blood in my hair and watch as it slowly, languidly drips down my face. I scrub the blood out of my hair as best as I can, as I lean over the sink under the cold water and shudder as I scratch the wound and fucking pray it doesn’t continue to bleed. My bright blonde hair is a tangled mess, covered in the flowing red blood. My emerald eyes are shadowed and dull. My body is littered with bruises and scrapes, like a damn child that got into a fight on a playground.
Fuck these bitches. They used to be my best friends. We’re sophomores now at Brightwood Academy… best friends since kindergarten. Then Bailey shows up on our first day of freshman year, and she turned them against me. Mary-Anne and Elle. Bailey’s a manipulator, yet gorgeous, a liar, sweet. At least to other people. I’m… just Rose, I guess. My parents are probably the richest couple in this city… Hell the state… but they aren’t ever home. Sure, I have a car and access to our trust funds, but are they ever around? Check on us? Ensure we’re happy and healthy? No. Charles and Naomi Fischer are too preoccupied with travelling, charities, foundations. And my twin, Fox, of course. He’s their pride and joy, their male heir. Not for long if they find out his secret.
“Rose! If you’re not out here in two seconds I’m coming in!” I hear Fox bang on the bathroom door, and I grimace at my reflection. I look down and there’s splatters of my blood all over the white marble counters… The gray, wood tiled floors. Oops.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Calm your shit.” I try to raise my voice, but it comes out as a soft, muted whisper. Shit, they really fucked up my throat this time. I groan when I hear the door bang against the wall, and I hear him cursing behind me. He whips off his shirt and holds it against my head and he growls.
“What the fuck happened this time, Rose?”
I close my eyes and sigh, and roll my eyes… “The usual.” He huffs out a breath and takes a look at my head.
“Up you go, I’m taking you home and calling in Dr. Ross. You need staples.” I nod and try not to cry out as he lifts me into his arms and walks us out of the locker room and to the rear parking lot that’s behind the campus. I must fall asleep, either from the pain, exhaustion, or blood loss, since I wake up to loud murmurs and someone peeling open my eyelids with a bright light.
“What the fuck?” I whisper and try to smack the hand away.
“Rose... I’m ensuring you don’t have a concussion, please settle.” I relax into the soft leather couch once I hear Dr. Ross’s deep timber. I nod and open my eyes and follow his commands. Follow the light. Look this way, that way. “Mmm. Definitely a concussion. Can you recall what happened this morning?”
I clear my throat, “Same thing that happens every week, doc. Bullying. Not sure what they hit me with today as I walked into the locker room though.” I shrug my shoulders, “Something hard.” I try to blink the bright lights from my eyes and give him a tight smile. He’s a handsome, older man. He sees Fox and I more than our own parents do. They’ve tried to talk them into having us stay with him and his wife, but my father threatened to dismantle his practice and livelihood if he ever asks again. So now he and his wife just show up a few times a week, bring us dinner, and ensure our health and safety as much as the elderly couple can.
He has short-cropped gray hair, big blue eyes that are shielded behind his thick glasses, and wrinkles from his forehead to his… I don’t want to know. I purse my lips when he gives me his signature glare and I look around the room. Fox is leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, breathing heavily and has his eyes closed tightly. He’s still shirtless, covered in my blood. “Thanks, Fox.” I murmur to him.
He turns his glaring, green eyes to me, “You should have told me this shit, Rose. I didn’t know it was this bad. You could have died today.”
I glance over to the good doctor and he clears his throat, “Five staples, dozens of bruises are littered across your body… I don’t know how you were even standing when Fox found you.” He glances around the room, “Parents still not home?” I nod and he pats my knee. “What happened to the nanny?”
I snort and Fox groans, “Fox happened. Well his… never mind.” The manwhore in question sits beside me and pulls me into his arms and I blink the tears out of my eyes. The girls that attack me are in love with this poor sap, and I wish I could just scream to the world that it doesn’t matter how they feel about them. They follow him around like lost puppies and pretend to be sweet to me and everyone else when he’s around.
I’m still on the cheer team with the girls, and got the shit beat out of me today for making captain. I chew on my lip and look up at my splitting image, if I was taller and more muscular… Manlier. Stronger. “I made captain. That’s what started the shit this week.” I shrug my shoulders and look over to the blank, boring, bare white wall in front of me.
Fox kisses my temple. “I’m proud of you, Rosie. Now we’re both captains, huh?” He nudges my shoulder and I try to smile, and he closes his eyes. “Same girls?” I nod and he pulls out his phone and walks through the French doors to the rear grounds. Not that it’ll do any good. He enjoys the popularity and love of his little minions, he always has. He also always has had my back… At least he used to. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
“Well, ice your head, here’s some pain medication. No cheer for a week, I’ll be back in about five days to check on your staples to see if they need to be removed.” I snort and glance up
“You mean you and Mrs. Ross will be over several nights this week to bring us food?” I stick my tongue out at him and he sends me a wide smile.
“You know it.” He purses his lips as he packs up his medical kits and tosses his soiled gloves and gauze into the garbage bag that’s sitting on the floor beside my feet. “I need to call your parents. When was the last time they were home again?”
I shrug and try not to laugh. “Christmas?” He closes his eyes and I look away; I don’t want to see his pity.
“It’s September. You’re… You’re telling me they actually haven’t stepped foot into their home in almost a year? When was the last time you spoke to them? I know they’re never here when I stop by, but I just assumed they still showed up on some weekends.”
Now I really do laugh, and I cough to try to cover it up. “Christmas. But they speak to the golden boy more often. They haven’t been around much the past year.” At least, I assume so. I’m invisible when they’re home. Fox and I share a trust fund, but the Fischer legacy will pass to him when he graduates from college or turns twenty-five.
Dr. Ross huffs out a breath and stalks out the back doors where I see Fox on the phone pacing around on the soft, lush green grass. I hate this house. Sorry, mansion or estate, or whatever. A chef, a butler, a driver, and nannies raising us. I don’t think my parents have ever actually lived here. They probably just had it build for Fox’s legacy and ran off as soon as mother was healed.
Fox and I have the two master bedrooms on the third floor, while our parents and other guests stay in the guest rooms on the second floor when they visit. My father is a banker, as in Fischer Banks and Fischer Financial Corporation. My great, great, great grandfather sold his land that was riddled with oil and opened the first Fischer Bank here in New York. My father, Fox, and I are the last true Fischer’s alive, his parents only had one child, and the rest of the family are either dead, or never had kids. As soon as they knew they were having a boy, my mother decided to have a hysterectomy after birthing us.
I close my eyes and try to sleep off the pain and nausea, trying to make a mental list about who I need to call and contact about my head injury of the week.
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“Are you sure you want to go to school today?” Fox asks from the driver’s seat and glares at me. I stare out the window and I nod. I hate this stupid black sports car, it’s so tiny. I have no idea how his tall, muscular frame even fits comfortably, while my shorter, leaner frame feels cramped. He sighs and we continue to Brightwood Academy. I chew on my lip and think of Amber, she’s been messaging me all night and morning asking me what happened. I just don’t know what to say to her.
Eventually Fox gets annoyed at my vibrating phone and answers it without looking. “Amber? Hey. She’s on her way to school, I’m driving her today, see you soon.” He hangs up and tosses my phone back to me. “I’m glad you have at least one good friend, Rosie… You deserve it.”
I blink the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes. “Yeah. Used to be you.” I jump from the car as soon as he parks and ignore him as he calls after me. I know he won’t chase me since he has football practice and weightlifting as his first period. Plus, he will probably be too busy with his friends and minions anyway. I walk straight to the office and stand in front of the glass desk and tap my nails on the top while waiting for Ms. Reuther to look up from her cell phone.
“Ah, Ms. Fischer, how can I help you?”
I smile sweetly at her, “Doctor’s note.” She grimaces at me and looks it over as she picks up her phone and starts mumbling to our principal. I look like shit today. Dark circles under my eyes, a massive bruise over my temple, and I’m sure there’s still blood in my hair.
I roll my eyes, not like anyone looks at me anyway.
Ms. Reuther is an older woman, but she’s kind and at least cares about the students here. Her gray-streaked brunette hair is pinned back in a severe bun, and she’s wearing a bright purple sundress. It at least brings out the green in her eyes, but her bright pink lipstick clashes with the color.
“Head on back.” I grimace at her and walk through the massive dark wood door and purse my lips at Mr. Perkins.
“Ms. Fischer, please take a seat.” My black heels clack on the grey tiled floor and I slump down into the large, comfortable white leather chair in front of his glass desk. He stares at me with his kind, brown eyes and I look away. He’s too kind to be in this fucked up, elite riddled city. He has a deep voice with a thick southern drawl, not something you hear too often here in New York. He has messy brown hair, wears off-the-rack suits, and always wears a smile. “Fox called me yesterday, he… He brought it to my attention that you’re still having some troubles with a few girls. I can’t do anything without you filing a report, Ms. Fischer.”
I glance back to him and give him a tight smile. “I was just hoping they would leave me alone. Bailey, Mary-Anne, and Elle attacked me yesterday in the locker room after I was named captain of the cheer team.” He grimaces and nods.
“I’ll pull the footage from outside of the locker room to see if I can hear anything.” He taps his long, tanned fingers on his desk and snaps his thumb against his pointer finger, “How about you do me a favor today, while I work this out… We have a new student, Dalton Masters… He will be here shortly. Show him around and meet me in here during lunch hour and we will go over what’s next.”
I nod and he sends me a wide smile. “Good, good. Wait here and I will introduce you when he arrives.” He walks out the door and I hear him talking to Ms. Reuther, presumably setting up security around the locker rooms and to watch the girls. I look down at my phone when it vibrates and ignore Fox’s call, there’s no reason for him to really talk to me, I’m taking care of myself. He’s too busy, too popular anyway. I stare out the window and watch the tall, trees sway with the autumn breeze, it’s finally getting cooler outside. I pull out my small bag of makeup and try to cover up some of the bruises, so I don’t look too awful in front of the new guy.
“Ms. Fischer?” I look over towards the door and watch as Mr. Perkins leads in a male model into the office. He is gorgeous. Tall and lean. Side swept bright blonde hair with crystal blue eyes. Plump lips, high cheek bones. He glides as he walks, and he shoves his long, slender fingers into his black slacks and sends me a smirk and a wink at me. Fuck. Me. “This is Dalton Masters… New transfer student in your year. Dalton, this is Rose Fischer, she’s going to show you around.” He hands me Dalton’s schedule and I frown when I look down at it. He’s in almost all of my courses, which is impressive, as I’m in all AP courses and cheer. Looks like he will be playing football with Fox, though… Great. I give him a small smile.
“Nice to meet you.” I hold a hand out for him to shake and I bite my lip when his large, warm hand surrounds mine. He brings my hand to his lips and give it a long, soft kiss.
“Pleasure.” Interesting, he doesn’t have an eastern or southern accent at all, is he from the west coast? His skin has a glorious golden tan, so I assume California. I can’t wait to get to know him.
Chapter 1
Rose
