Taken for his Pleasure
A Mafia Romance
The Torenti Family
Mae Doyle
Contents
Title Page
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
Epilogue
This is a work of art/fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events, or places is purely coincidental. Any persons appearing on the cover image for this book are models and do not have any connection to the contents of this story.
All characters depicted in this work are unrelated consenting adults. This author assumes no responsibility for the use/misuse of this material.
© 2020 Mae Doyle
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Chapter 1
Eva
It’s been one year.
One year since I moved to the city, hoping that I would be able to catch a big break, and one year since I left behind my scheming asshole ex. Not that my distance and the time that had passed since we’d seen each other really mattered to him.
Angrily, I swiped through the message he had just sent me. It was all the same, like they always were. I miss you. I want you. I deserve you.
Right.
He deserves nothing from me, but that hasn’t stopped him from trying to find me for a year. I know that because I’ve caught people staring at me. Watching me.
I’ve turned away letters and packages, claiming that I’m not her. I’m not Eva Hamel, lawyer extraordinaire. I’m Eva Brown, waitress.
Cocktail waitress.
At a strip club.
It’s been a definite change for me, but every single day, when I wake up and do whatever I want to without worrying about what he’s going to say or do to me, I rejoice. And since today has been exactly one year since I saw his stupid face?
It’s time to celebrate.
My phone pings again, but this time when I look at it, I smile. My best friend since I moved to the city, Cherie, is waiting outside. I’ve never been one for dancing, and not really one for drinking, but she begged me to let her take me out.
Somehow, she got us into the hottest bar in town. Slipping some cash into my bra, I twirl one more time in front of the mirror. Skintight black dress? Check. Strappy stilettos? Check. I’ve swept my thick auburn hair up into a bun and have on ridiculous dangly earrings that flash and throw the light whenever I move.
Okay. Taking a deep breath, I smooth my dress down. I look good. I feel good.
Cherie is waiting, so before I let myself change my mind, I head downstairs, making sure to lock my door behind me. Although I still don’t think that David has managed to find me here, I’m not in the mood for an unpleasant surprise when I get back.
Chapter 2
Roque
“Remind me again why I have to be here?” Throwing back the whiskey that I’m holding, I turn and scowl at my brother, Arlo. He’s dressed in a tight black t-shirt and dark jeans, and even though he doesn’t look like he fits in here at all, I’ve noticed that he’s turning heads right and left.
He’s noticed, too, and he’s getting a big fucking head about it.
“You need to be here because they need to see that our family isn’t divided.” Arlo doesn’t look at me when he talks to me. He’s too busy staring at a leggy blonde that just walked by. I roll my eyes, uninterested in the stick-thin pussy that he loves.
I’d much prefer to sink my cock into something with some curves, some dark hair, some big eyes that just beg me to fuck her. Fuck. I have to adjust on my seat a little as I think about taking home the perfect girl. It’s been far too long. Family business will do that to you – keep you distracted and make it difficult to focus on anything else.
Arlo slips off of his stool and starts towards the blonde, but I reach out, grabbing him by the arm. “Focus with your brain, not your dick,” I snarl at him. He tugs a little against me, but then turns back, rolling his eyes.
“You need to focus more with your dick sometime, brother. You’d be a hell of a lot more fun if you actually got laid once in a while.” Without waiting for a response, he grabs another glass of whiskey from the bar and tosses it back.
“Was that yours?” I don’t remember ordering any more, and honestly? I just want to get out of there. Make the drop, meet the guys, and go.
“Does it matter? Who in the fuck is going to stop us?” Arlo shrugs and sits down with a sigh, watching the door.
He is right. Nobody is going to stop us. We could do whatever we wanted in here, or to anyone, and everyone would just look the other way. We’re basically invincible, or we will be, after we showed everyone that our family is still united and we put the threat that we’re facing in its place.
Owning your own bar has its advantages, but as I eye my brother getting drunker by the second, I can’t help but think that it has its disadvantages, as well.
My grandfather was supposed to live forever, but he didn’t, the old bastard. That means that my dad is now in charge of the family, but his baby brother hadn’t seen it that way. Leave it up to my dad to take care of things, though. A quick bullet between the eyes and he was gone.
A private burial under new construction and he was gone for good. I know that my brother hates working construction, but someone has to do it, and he has the muscles and the brains for it.
