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  Antonello

  (Mob Men #1)

  By: Noelle Giselle

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2019 by Noelle Giselle

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  Contents

  Antonello

  (Mob Men #1)

  Synopsis

  Mob Men #1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  Noelle’s Links

  Caterina

  Synopsis

  Antonello

  I’m a ruthless killer. I’m possessive, controlling and loyal as fu*k to my famiglia. But one thing I’m not is forgiving so I’m not quite sure what comes over me when Violet is inadvertently a witness to one of my mob hits. Instead of killing her, I capture her. It could be that southern accent that’s sweet as pie or the smart mouth on her that gets me going. But if we’re being honest here, it’s the overwhelming need to fu*k her senseless. I take her as my own and give her the deal of a lifetime. Pretend to be my girlfriend to save my ass from an arranged marriage, or be killed. Easy as sweet, southern pecan pie.

  Violet

  When I moved to New Jersey from Georgia I was hoping for a new life. Getting kidnapped by a super sexy mob man wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Besides the fact that he’s extremely intimidating and, oh yeah, a murderer, I can’t help but develop feelings for him when we start pretending to be lovers. As much as I say I hate him and I’d do anything to escape his hold, I have to admit that this life with him is way better than any life I could’ve imagined without him. My only issue is, I’m not quite so sure he feels the same.

  Antonello

  Mob Men #1

  Chapter 1

  Violet

  I’m sweating. I look at the clock to discover I have only been working for approximately ninety-two minutes when in fact it feels like four days.

  This job sucks.

  I smell like cheap coffee and I’m pretty sure I have crumbs stuck to the front of my black pants. I started off wearing an apron but when the clumsy teenager bumped into me by table two the cappuccino I was holding soaked it. When I took it off I forgot to find a new one. Day one of my new job and my new life is off to a shit start.

  I just moved to New Jersey a week ago. Let’s say things weren’t going so great in my hometown of hole in the wall, Georgia. I’ve always wanted to be a city gal. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t afford the city. So Jersey it is. Also unfortunately for me, I literally moved to the armpit of America.

  This town stinks.

  No, seriously. It’s right at the ports and it smells like fucking shit.

  The rent for my junky apartment was all I could afford so here I am in nasty ass Bayonne working at a coffee shop until I figure out what my next move is.

  “Viola, sweetie, I need you to mop up next to table three, at the window. It’s a goddamn mess.”

  I try so hard not to roll my eyes.

  “It’s Violet, actually.”

  I better not get fired on my first day because I talked back to my boss.

  Does that technically count as talking back?

  My mouth constantly gets me in trouble, so I always overthink everything I say. Unfortunately, I always overthink it after I’ve spoken.

  Frank is kind of sleazy. He’s definitely not my top pick for a boss. He’s overweight and his hair looks greasy. Not to mention I’ve noticed him leering at me at least three times within the last half hour.

  “Right, right. Get that mop,” he says distractedly as he walks his fat ass behind the counter.

  This is such crap. I have reached a new all-time low. I am mopping floors. Once upon a time I dreamed I’d be a high paying executive in NYC by the time I was twenty-five. What a fucking joke that was.

  I followed my dickwad of a boyfriend to college in Kentucky. Yes, Kentucky. Lord knows what the hell I was thinking. I could’ve had a full scholarship to The University of Miami. But I decided like a fucking moron to follow him. I never even finished my degree. He dumped me halfway through our sophomore year and I went back to Georgia with my tail between my legs. I meant to sign up at the community college there but I’m not quite sure what happened.

  But here I am four years later. About to go mop up a floor. Boy, I’ve really come full circle.

  I walk to the counter to get a new apron before I grab the mop. The bell rings at the front door and, Lordy fucking Lord, I feel my thighs clench together. The man who walks in is the definition of sex. He’s gorgeous. And he’s also incredibly intimidating.

  They sure don’t make them like this in Georgia. The guys here are prime meat.

  And boy, is this man meaty.

  I feel myself dampen as I inexplicably ogle him. He’s dressed in a suit that looks like it fits him perfectly. He’s way too built to be wearing a slim fit. It must be custom.

  I work my eyes up his body and I fear I may actually be drooling.

  His dark hair is neat at the sides but longer at the top. Long enough to grab.

  His eyes are blue.

  A piercing blue.

  And they are staring right at me. No, they’re piercing right through to my soul.

  Fuck.

  I recover and come back to my senses.

  “I’ll be right with you, sir.” There goes the southern twang. It seems to get stronger when I’m angry.

  Or embarrassed.

  Like right now.

  “Vanessa, I’ll take care of Mr. Bianchi. You go on and get that mop.”

  God damn you, Frank.

  “It’s Violet!” I snap at him. “Violet. Like the color. Vi-o-let. Violet!” I didn’t mean to but there goes my mouth right on cue. My eyes go wide at my outburst and I feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment. I turn on my heel and head to go get this fucking mop before he fires me.

  “Violet.”

  Hearing my name makes me turn around. More so because I know it’s not Frank. When I see the source I find those blue eyes piercing me again. My name dripped off his tongue like honey.

  I feel my mouth water at the thought. I just stand there under his intense gaze. Goosebumps rise up my arms.

  “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I’m not sure how anyone could get that wrong.” He turns back to Frank. “Let’s go talk, Frank.”

  The two men begin talking and I look around at the empty cafe. Did that really happen or did I imagine it?

  I look back and see them completely ignoring me and I concur I must’ve made that up in my sick, sex deprived mind.

  I walk to the back to get the mop. I’m in the closet about thirty-two seconds and that’s when I hear it.

  One ear splitting gunshot.

  I nearly jump out of my skin. It’s so loud my ears instantly pulse and the sound vibrates through my skull.

  A second gunshot.

  Holy hell.

  I just stand there in the closet. I’m shaking like a leaf and think any second now I’m going to piss myself.

  I hear footsteps coming towards me.

  Run, I say to myself.

  Run.

  Run.

 
But I haven’t moved.

  I jump when I feel strong hands on me. I take a breath to scream right as I feel a pinch in my neck.

  I feel the grip get stronger.

  Then, I feel nothing.

  Antonello

  Fuck. Gian is going to fucking kick my ass when he sees this.

  I did what I had to. At least that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself. The order was to get rid of Frank. Easy enough. For the last few weeks he didn’t have any other employees. Seeing her was completely unexpected when I went in to do the deed. Once I was in, I had to carry it out. I should’ve killed her too since she was a witness. That’s what anyone else in my shoes would’ve done. But honestly, for some reason, I just couldn’t. I’m not sure if it was that southern twang that got me or that smart mouth on her.

  Seeing her sprawled out on my bed has my dick hard in my slacks. Her shirt has ridden up to expose her flat stomach and creamy white skin. Her lips are parted slightly and her dark hair is fanned out behind her. She’s beautiful. And right now she’s also a liability. I have no idea what I’m going to do.

  I hear Gian coming in the front door and I yell down to him. He may be my brother but we’re not always on the same wavelength. I brace myself for his reaction.

  “Nello, what in the actual fuck were you thinking bring her back here? Have you lost your mind? She needs to go!” He rounds the bed where she’s still out. He eyes her like yesterday’s trash.

  I stand there with my arms folded.

  “Seriously. You’re a fucking stunod. She’s done.” He finishes with dramatically dragging his index finger along his neck.

  “Absolutely not. No way in hell. She’s innocent. I will not just off her.”

  “Then I’ll do it. You know the rules. She’s a fucking witness, man. That’s enough of a reason. You need to get rid of this broad. I’m not getting my ass handed to me from Uncle Sal. I should’ve known you’d pull some shit like this.”

  He starts to get up in my face and I’m ready to slug him in the mouth. Gian’s got a temper and he tends to get himself worked up over nothing.

  “Basta! She didn't see shit. Now back the fuck up and watch what you say to me,” I threaten him. I’m not even sure why I’m defending her. He squares his shoulders. He's a little taller than me even though I'm older. But he’s much more lean than I am whereas I'm more built. I think he knows I could kick his ass. He backs off and seems to calm himself.

  I run my hand down my face. “Uncle Sal cannot find out about this until I have a plan.”

  Uncle Sal is our Don. He’s the boss of the famiglia. He’s also completely ruthless. He’d order an immediate kill. In fact, he may even want to kill me for dragging her back here.

  “Can we use her, maybe?” Gian’s onto something. “How about in the club?”

  The famiglia has a strip club which we use as a front. I know my cousin Stefano could always use more girls.

  I give her body a once over to take in her size and see if she’d do well. My cock strains painfully against my zipper and I conclude she’d do very well. Too well. I suddenly feel possessive of her.

  I don’t want to share her.

  She’s not going to be a stripper.

  “Keep thinking.”

  Gian gives me a look and shrugs. “Maybe the restaurant.” He’s pacing now. “Take her down to Atlantic City and get her in one of our casinos?”

  I get my phone out to call my sister.

  “Caterina, I need your help.”

  “What are you doing?” Gian starts mouthing to me from the other side of the room.

  “Why do I have a feeling you are going to ask me to do something I’m not quite sure I want to be involved in.” Caterina is already giving me a hard time. Lucky for me, she’s my twin sister. I can talk her into just about anything. We never involve the women in business. But I’m hardly considering this business.

  I walk around the bed and maneuver Violet’s body. I start reading the sizes off of her clothes and relay them to Caterina.

  I move her hair away from her neck to read the tag in her shirt. It feels like silk. It’s much softer than I imagined it to be. I notice a small tattoo behind her ear and my tongue yearns to dart out and lick alongside it.

  “Shirt size small.”

  “What kind of size small? A fitted size small?”

  “Cat, I don’t fuckin’ know. It’s a size small.”

  “Who is this for again?”

  “Stop asking questions and just do what I’m asking you to do.”

  I hang up before she can say anything else to piss me off.

  Gian puts his hand on my shoulder.

  “Do you think we should bind her wrists or something? Maybe tie her to the bed?”

  I want to take offense but I think my brother might have a point. I can't risk her escaping.

  We zip tie her wrist to the bed post. I notice the rough edge starting to cut into her delicate skin.

  I am not a gentle guy by any means. I torture men for information. I kill without remorse.

  So I have no idea why seeing her wrist like this bothers me.

  I am about to suggest we head back downstairs when I see her begin to stir. My cute little witness is waking up.

  I move forward and watch her eyelids flutter open. I see Gian in my peripheral getting closer. Fucker better back the hell up.

  Violet

  I am groggy as hell. My head feels like it weighs a thousand pounds and my mouth is as dry as cotton. I try to open my eyes through the pounding in my head but I struggle.

  My shoulder is killing me and my wrist feels like fire. I suddenly realize I’m attached to something.

  Everything comes crashing down on me in an instant.

  The utility closet.

  The gunshot.

  Mr. Bianchi.

  My eyes shoot open and I see two scary, albeit gorgeous men staring at me. One is Bianchi from the cafe. Those eyes are piercing through me again.

  He looks like he's about to say something when I do all I can think of.

  I scream.

  "HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

  "Holy shit, man. Make her shut up!" the one says to Bianchi. He searches frantically for something and grabs a necktie from a nearby chair.

  I scream and thrash my body on the bed which only makes my wrist hurt more. Bianchi tries to hold me down and I am instantly greeted with his cologne.

  "Gian, put the tie down," he orders. "We won't gag you if you stop screaming," he says looking at me this time.

  I start to hyperventilate at the word gag.

  "Listen to me, Violet. You need to calm down. You're cutting your wrist open!"

  I find the strength in me to regulate my breathing. These men are going to kill me.

  Holy shit.

  I'm about to be murdered.

  My heartbeat picks up.

  Frank's dead. Nobody will even know I'm missing.

  I am vaguely aware at this point that Bianchi is straddled on top of me holding me down. His size scares me. It also excites me.

  I close my eyes and try to pretend this isn't happening.

  "Nello. Her wrist."

  I open my eyes and see Bianchi reach out and take a cloth from Gian.

  Nello. Is that his first name?

  "Nello? What kind of name is that?" I realize I just said that out loud and curse my big mouth.

  His eyes shift to mine and he seems surprised I've spoken. He grabs the wet cloth and begins to dab at the blood dripping down my forearm.

  "It's short for Antonello."

  "Antonello." I repeat it back to him. "Antonello Bianchi?"

  "The one and only," Gian says from his perch by the wall. "See? She knows exactly who you are. And she's a witness. It’s not looking too good for her right now."

  I see a change in Nello's expression as he looks back at me.

  I’m about to hyperventilate again.

  "I don't know anything!" I say quickly. "I swear. I don't know anythin
g! You have to believe me!"

  I realize how shaky my voice sounds and I cringe as my twang comes creeping back.

  They think I'm going to tell the police he killed Frank. My eyes fill with hot tears as I realize the severity of the situation. I suddenly start to feel sick.