Dangerous Sins: A Dark Mafia Romance, page 1
Dangerous Sins
A Dark Mafia Romance
Bonnie Kennedy
Ellie Rowe Writes
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Contents
1. Carla
2. Tony
3. Carla
4. Tony
5. Carla
6. Tony
7. Carla
8. Tony
9. Carla
10. Tony
11. Carla
12. Tony
13. Carla
14. Tony
15. Carla
16. Tony
17. Carla
18. Tony
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20. Tony
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22. Tony
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24. Tony
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26. Tony
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30. Tony
31. Carla
One
Carla
Most days were nothing special. I’d get up, get dressed, work, come home, sit in pajamas, repeat. Even on days I had something to do, I was never excited. But today, it felt as if pure energy was buzzing through my veins, and I hadn’t even taken a sip of coffee. As I rolled out of bed, I wiggled my toes and blinked, adjusting my eyes to the light of my bedside lamp.
It was Saturday, and it was still dark outside. Now, most people didn’t get up before the sun shone — especially on a Saturday, of all days — but I guess you could’ve said I wasn’t like most people. And, no, I didn’t mean that in an I’m-not-like-other-girls way, but in an I’m-a-beautician way. This meant my hours were different from most people’s.
Rolling my shoulders back, I swung my legs over the side of my bed and took a few deep breaths. I didn’t know what it was about today, but I didn’t feel the early morning dread I usually had to tease away with my hair and coffee.
I felt good. Great, even.
As I walked from my bed into the bathroom, I didn’t mind the cool of the tile on my bare feet. Even my demeanor was taking things in stride. It was like I was going out to the club with my friend, Teresa. But we’d been out before, and never had I woken up feeling this way.
By the time I rinsed my mouth, I decided I wasn’t getting a good answer from myself and half-skipped to the closet to pick out an outfit for the day. It wasn’t too cold out, but the salon was always chilly, so I layered a plain t-shirt with a cat sweater and paired them with some dark-washed jeans and wedges.
I’d braided my hair the night before, so I didn’t have to do anything to it. I went on to make sure my bag was packed for the rest of the day. Because I worked whenever my clients didn’t, I spent all day doing hair on Saturday and didn’t usually get off until around eight. Packing a bag and my lunch so I didn’t feel tempted to waste money on the coffee shop next door were key to getting ready.
I was locking my condo when I heard a ding and buzz from inside my tote. My phone lit up, I lifted it from the bag to see the notification. I slid the photo app’s notification open — ‘On this day five years ago’, it read, along with a dozen or so photos of me and my dad.
“Didn’t even know phones kept photos this old,” I muttered to myself, scoffing at the shots, but not deleting them. I dropped my phone back into my bag and headed for the salon.
I was pretty known around town for giving one of the fastest services, so it shouldn’t have surprised me that most of the day went by in a blur of peppermint-scented shampoo and my hands aching a little from using the dryer. I loved all my clients, but one person who always had a special place in my heart was Victoria.
When I looked at my book and saw she was my last appointment, I knew she would be an easy end to the day. She came in a few minutes later, smiling as she always did.
“Hey, girl,” she said, leaning over to give me a hug.
“Hey, Vic. How are you?”
“I’m fine. You look cute in that sweater. Is it new?”
“Yep,” I walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel that was hanging in its bowl.
“You and your cat sweaters.”
“You know I love cats.”
“I know, but nothing about you suggests it, Carla. You’re cool.”
Before closing her eyes, Victoria took a seat and leaned back against the chair. I clipped the towel around her neck before rinsing her hair under the warm water. I used my fingers to start detangling.
“So, what’s new with you?”
“Nothing much, I guess. Oh, Rich and I aren’t together anymore.”
“Really?”
“We broke it off a couple of weeks ago.”
“What was the reason?”
“We just wanted different things, you know? I wanted a guy with a little ambition, and he wanted someone a little more bombshell-y.”
“You’re gorgeous, Vic.”
“I’m not mad about it. Besides, I think he wants someone who looks a little more like you. You’ve got that wispy black hair, those big dark eyes and long lashes, that red lip — Hell, I’d go for you were I not into kids like Rich.”
I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. Massaging Victoria’s scalp, I sighed.
“What have you been up to?” she asked me.
“I don’t know. You know, same old, same old,” I rinsed her hair.
“No new man?”
“Nope, just new clients,” I said, tapping her shoulder after I brought another towel around her hair. “Up to the chair, now.”
Once I got her settled, Victoria continued. “I know the boys haven’t stopped asking, so I guess you’re just going solo for a while, huh?”
“I don’t need a man,” I shook my head and kept drying her hair.
“I never said you did, but I thought you wanted one.”
“Well,” I shrugged, “sure, I’d like a guy, but I’m not going to take just anyone. I have standards, and I’m not going to get with any guy who doesn’t meet them.”
“Don’t get too picky now, girl.”
“I’m not — I won’t.” I began blowing her hair out with a dryer. My love life definitely wasn’t what it had been in the past, but I was enjoying my drama-free existence, and that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun. “Anyway, I’m going out tonight.”
“My friend, Teresa, and I are going to that club, Melt. Remember it burned down? They’re having a reopening party this weekend, so drinks will be at half-price. She thinks there’ll be some guys worth hanging out with, too.”
“Ooh, la, la. Maybe Carla Dee is going to snag herself something tonight, after all.”
“We’ll see. It’s not like I’m desperate.”
After that talk, I focused and ended up finishing with Victoria a little early.
The club was close enough to my house that I dropped my car off first. After which, I went into the bathroom and changed into a sparkly red dress I bought last weekend. It was adorned with soft sequins that were folded into each other and went perfectly with the pair of candy-striped stilettos I decided to accompany them with. To top it all off, I freshened up my makeup and put on cherry red lipstick.
I locked my place carefully and walked the rest of the way. It wasn’t long before I heard the throb of music as I stepped up to Melt. There was a long line down the block and around, but I spotted Teresa waving for me near the front by the door.
I smiled and felt energy bubbling in my chest as I strutted over to her and entered the club. Teresa and I walked around the perimeter to the seating area and bar space. Rather than slide into a booth, we just leaned against one of them.
“Here to dance?” Teresa asked me, grinning slyly as her eyes scanned the men on the dance floor. None of them particularly interested me, so I decided to just dance and be Teresa’s wing-woman.
“To dance,” I answered. We laughed as we walked onto the dance floor.
As soon as I started dancing, I knew I had been waiting for this night for a reason. My heart beat in tune to the music’s pulse, and along with the shadows and colorful steamy lights, set my mind on the right track to really have some fun tonight.
In the end, I talked to a few guys who were there, flirted with some, and showed off my form. I even let one of the guys put his arms around my waist for one of the songs, but I knew tonight was more of a tease, and I didn’t let any of them get any. Around one in the morning, Teresa had found tonight’s one and only, so I followed them out of the club.
I still felt animated, but I figured now was a good time to consider the night complete. I hugged her and bade her beau goodbye before beginning the walk down the street to my place. I’d had a little to drink but not much, so I was able to stay in my heels all the while. Enjoying the darkness and silence, I swung my clutch in the air and hummed my own soundtrack for the night. Then I turned a corner.
Suddenly, my stomach dropped as I felt someone snatch me out of the night air. A calloused hand was held tight against my mouth, and something cold and hard pressed painfully into my side. I kicked my shoes flying into the street, but whoeve
“Stay still,” a man said into my ear, his voice clear and deep.
Still fighting, I let out a muffled scream. Then, the metal at my side stabbed harder. A whimper escaped, and I stopped.
“Good girl. Let’s go.”
Two
Tony
“You know you don't have to drive like a grandpa, Marco,” I barked at my partner as he sat in the driver seat after tossing the girl’s clutch into the car. I struggled to zip tie the woman’s hands in the back.
“It's a fuckin’ red light, what do you want me to do? Gun it? It's not like we want to get caught by the cops, Tony.”
“We have a chick tied up in the back seat of our car,” I snapped back at Marco. “Cops are going to get called if anybody looks in the back-fucking-window.”
The girl in the backseat, Carla something-or-other, mumbled something into her hood, and it sounded like she was scared.
“Shut the fuck up,” I commanded as I rubbed my forehead. “Or I’m going to make you shut up.”
She listened, which was good. Marco looked over at me with a sidelong glance.
“Watch the road, dumbass,” I said. “Light’s gonna turn green any second.”
“We're almost there, anyway,” Marco retorted. “Just around that corner, to the left.”
“Shut up,” I fired back at him again. “A hood doesn't do fuck-all if you mention where we’re fucking going.”
The girl mumbled something into her hood, and I turned toward her.
“And you. You shut the fuck up, too,” I commanded. This was turning into a bullshit day, and I’d had enough of both of them.
I didn't want to do this shit; kidnappings weren't really my jam. But, the Bianchis told me to jump and I jumped. It's how I got to my position, and it was how I was going to keep it.
Being able to take orders was a necessity for a mob soldier. And they treated me well, all things considered.
The light turned green after fucking ages, and Marco drove away. After a couple of turns, Marco pulled the van into the warehouse parking lot. It was abandoned, and no cameras placed on any of the adjoining buildings.
Marco flipped the van around, and backed it into the loading dock. I stepped out, grabbed Carla by the shoulder, and pulled her out.
She kicked out with a foot and it landed on my shin.
It took all my self-control not to slap her upside the head. Should’ve zip tied her feet together already, but I initially had no plans carrying her in.
“Enough,” I grunted, pulling her shoulder back hard.
She tried to squirm away from me. I had no time for this shit. So, instead of letting her walk in, I just picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder.
“You going to misbehave?” I asked her, easily carrying her into the warehouse. “Then you’re going to be treated like a fucking baby.”
She screamed something at me through the hood, but I just ignored her. Not like I could make her words out clearly, anyway.
This wasn’t the first broad I had ever ignored, and I knew she wouldn't be the last.
“Grab the door,” I barked at Marco, who was standing motionless in front of me like an idiot while I carried our unruly prisoner.
She tried to elbow and knee me, but I was way bigger than her and far too muscular for any of her blows to do damage. Her awkward position didn’t help her cause either.
They felt like mosquito stings.
Marco snapped to attention and opened the door to the warehouse. I carried the surprisingly light victim of this kidnapping inside.
“Grab a chair,” I barked at Marco again. “Stop being a dumbass and help me out.”
Marco nodded and grabbed one from the side of the abandoned warehouse. This warehouse used to have an office, but most of the equipment was now piled together, gathering dust. He put the hair he took in the center of the concrete floor, away from any windows.
I walked over to it, placed Carla roughly onto the chair, and used a couple of zip ties to bind her wrists and ankles to the chair legs. Then, I took the hood off her face, and stepped back while she blinked at the light.
“What do you want from me?” she gasped through her tear-streaked face. “I didn't do anything.”
“Your mascara is running,” I laughed as the anger blazed through her face. “You didn't do anything,” I agreed with her, pulling a smoke out of my pack and grabbing my lighter. “Do you want one?” I sparked it right in front of her face.
She looked at me quizzically as she jumped a little, then cocked her head to the side.
“Smoking isn’t good for you,” she answered. “But considering the circumstances, I wouldn't mind.”
I lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, releasing the thick smoke out of my lungs and getting my body a desperately needed nicotine fix. Then I placed it in her mouth and allowed her to inhale gently.
Carla was hot.
I finally got a real good look at her, and I couldn’t help but feel a twitch between my legs as I looked her up and down. Her bright red lips checked the cigarette deftly between them and she inhaled again.
She had big brown eyes, short, choppy hair, and expertly done makeup.
Well, she certainly wasn't the ugliest kidnapping I'd ever pulled off.
I had to turn away, or else she would have noticed me staring at her. I took my cigarette with me.
“It's not what you did, Carla,” I continued, taking another drag, and exhaling with relief. Marco stared at me; the dumbass wouldn’t step into an interrogation. He’d fucked up more than one before, and now sagely stayed quiet in the corner. “It’s what your dad did.”
“Or rather,” I added as her eyes went wide. “It’s what he’s going to do that gives me an issue with you.”
“Is this what this is fucking about?” Carla sounded off, and anger ripped through her like a tide. I liked the anger. It was red hot, and was easier to deal with than grief and weeping.
Begging was even worse.
Unless it was in the bedroom, that is.
“So, you know what kind of business your father was involved in?”
“Give me more of that smoke, and I'll tell you how I feel about my father.”
“We got a fighter,” Marco laughed.
I smiled, bent over, and gave her the cigarette again. Then I looked her straight in the eyes. “I don't want to kill you, but I don't mind doing it. If you don't cooperate, that's what's going to happen.”
She inhaled the cigarette deeply, and I took it out of her lips as she exhaled.
“Oh, I'll cooperate,” she said. “My father is a fucking asshole. I doubt you’ll get anything from him though, it's not like he cares about me.”
“Well, this took a turn,” Marco said with a smile. “I thought this was going to be all crying and tearful reunions when he refused to testify.”
“Yeah, or us killing her when he took the stand,” I said with a shrug. “Apparently, Daddy’s Girl isn’t one at all.”
“Yeah, did you notice how he can't be found? He's the one in witness protection, but he didn't seem to give a shit about the rest of us.” Carla rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I don't want to be kidnapped by the mob, just so you know. My father is a prick. You guys should have just kidnapped him.”
I inhaled my cigarette, grabbed another chair and sat in it, staring at the beautiful lady tied up in front of me. I couldn't help but imagine what she’d look like without any clothes on.
Curves in all the right places, a damn fine mouth and lips... Sometimes I had a pretty good job. I got to look at this lady for a while, as we were tasked to guard her until the trial finished against my boss.
“Look,” I said slowly to her. “I don't care how badass you think you are, I don't want to kill you. I don't like killing women, ‘specially one as pretty as you, but I don't have any problem doing it if you don't behave. Do you understand?”
