Romeo The Mafia Casanova

Rhia watched as Sevastyan Volkov moved his massive body from the shadows and onto a second-level terrace overlooking the open main floor.

Owner of Haven and now her new boss. At least one of them. The three other partners held the strings to her future in their strong clutches as well.

Lucian, the rueful one. Native to the city. Matteo, oh that man. Spaniard with a to-die-for accent and also the silent one. And Roman… well, he was the bright blue-eyed walking mystery of the group. But Sevastyan was the leader. Anyone could see the others didn’t make a move without his approval.

But the best part-the part that kept her up nights-she planned on taking them down.

Every last one of them.

Rhia sucked in a deep breath of courage and along with it came her constant companion fear. The mixture tasted no better than a badly prepared cocktail in the bottom of her stomach.

The grip on her tray tightened.

Sevastyan stood in the center, his powerful hands wrapped around the railing in front of him.

She swallowed past a dry throat, hugging the dark recesses of the lower level. His attention roamed over the room, a mask of indifference pulling at the edges of his expression.

Her eyes were drawn to his mouth. Full lips. Kissable. Over and over again she let her gaze touch different parts. The man looked like the type of hero women drooled over in the movies. Impossibly good-looking, an expensive suit draped over a body of pure muscle. From the outside looking in, the only side of him that screamed mafia bad boy was the spider tattoos around his neck and etched ink along his knuckles.

And his eyes. God, save her from hell. They were soul-piercing and whenever they locked on hers the tug to her most private of parts left her dreaming of things she had no business entertaining.

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Roman’s strong hands captivated her from the few times she’d served them. His fingers had brushed against hers and each time their skin made contact…

Rhia swallowed. God, that man made her want things with a simple touch. What would happen if she ever bent to the dark invitation in his sultry stares? She shivered just thinking about the possibilities.

It seemed wrong, but a deep-seated desire melted through her, warming parts she craved to have touched.

And Lucian. His gun-metal grey eyes liked to travel over her body, caress the grooves of her waist, and outward flare of her hips every time she entered a room with him in it.

That left Matteo. He watched. Always watched.

And for all those reasons she had to measure every move she made.

Chills erupted over her legs and arms. A warm sensation welled deep in her core causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to clench.

What the hell was happening to her? These men were not romantic heroes by any stretch of the imagination. Not with the whispers she had heard crawling through the walls of this den of sin.

Maybe anti-heroes because those men didn’t do anything for anyone unless it benefited them most of all.

How did she know? They owned numerous establishments across the city. Each filthier than the next and a natural hub for people they rubbed elbows with- criminal lords from across the globe, dirty politicians, Russian mobsters-the list went on. All playing at being saints and Robin Hoods while the sun was out, but by night they slithered along the floor of Chicago’s underbelly.

She wondered if Sevastyan’s brother rolled in his grave or if being dirty ran in the family.

And this place, well, it was no secret Haven was the heart of their criminal empire. She knew they felt untouchable within these walls, but after tonight she knew-she fucking knew-something inside their offices could be used against them.

And she had every intention of finding it.

Rhia bit at her lip. For all her bravado she stood weak in the knees, her breath catching in her chest with only the strength of adrenaline keeping her body from locking up mid-step.

Some battling die-hard vigilante she pretended to be.

Like an idiot, her glance skittered up the gold leaf embellished columns to find the other three reasons for her lack of sleep easing alongside Sevastyan. Each is as beautifully lethal as the next.

Their expressions were carved in granite-unreadable and cold. Nothing new there. The three men at his side radiated the same power and together they were a force no one dared challenge.

And why should they when the kings gave their subjects everything they desired_

Most nights she likened the pull they had on a crowd to damn magic. Eccentric as well as electric. When any of them entered a room, it was as though the entire room gravitated toward them with an invisible force. One couldn’t help it.

“To the Kings!” called out a man from the center of the room, a bottle of vodka raised high. A woman knelt in front of him, taking his cock deep with those around him all holding up a glass in salute. Before the man downed the white liquid all waited for approval from the kings.

And like every night all four raised their glasses giving the seal of approval for the real fun of the night to begin.

Rhia glanced out over the lavish, silk-draped den of Haven and watched as the night unfolded, shaking away the uninvited intrusion of thoughts about her untouchable bosses.

Cool moonlight poured through the expansive crystal doom to mingle with the halo of soft light from sconces along the walls.

Night after night the constant ebb and flow of arousal teased her senses and played hell with her body. And night after night she saw the four kings watching from the shadows. Never participating, only observers.

With an easy grace Rhia wound through the crowd.

A little digging showed her new bosses had taken over Haven for Sevastyan’s dead brother. They gutted his brother’s brothel and together carved a multimillion-dollar sex club out of a former convent in only a few months. And in doing so, made it the city’s most sought-after entertainment if you had the connection that got you through the door.

Circling the room, she watched as the kings circled the fringes of the first floor.

Keeping an eye on them, she greeted a few incoming members, recognizing faces and noticing new ones. From where she stood the rich, dark flavor of Volkov’s Russian accent carried over the guests as he spoke to a few members by name. All casually watching the orgy taking place toward the center of the room.

She caught a small smile ghost across Roman’s lips at something a scantily clad woman whispered in his ear before she traced a slender, polished fingernail down the front of his suit.

And suddenly Sevastyan fucking Volkov stared right at her. And then Lucian, Roman, and Matteo followed.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She stumbled back in a hasty retreat only to find a cold stone wall at her back.

Stay cool.

She prayed the shadows hid her face as well as she hoped, but she couldn’t be sure. Not with how soft lighting pooled around her from all sides.

The heat of their stares flitted over her as she could physically feel the brush of their hands caressing her exposed body.

She immediately dropped her gaze, shame for all the crap filtering through her mind seizing her lungs. An ache crawled over her chest.

She shoved it away and tightened her fingers around her tray with more strength than she realized. God help her, she knew better than to entertain the forbidden thoughts that clouded her judgment. One wrong move and she would lose everything. Even knowing that Rhia wondered what if. What if her father hadn’t been murdered? What if her life was her own again? And what if the men she lusted after were not the enemy?