Brutal Boys of the Mafie

Copyright © 2023 T.R. OldinAll rights reservedThe 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.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Contents CopyrightMy TeamReader WarningPlaylistPrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27Chapter 28Chapter 29Chapter 30Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34Chapter 35Chapter 36Chapter 37Chapter 38Chapter 39Chapter 40Chapter 41Chapter 42Chapter 43Chapter 44Chapter 45Chapter 46Chapter 47Chapter 48Chapter 49Chapter 50Chapter 51Chapter 52Chapter 53Chapter 54Chapter 55Chapter 56Chapter 57Chapter 58Chapter 59Chapter 60Chapter 61EpilogueAuthors Note My TeamEditors:Becky Griffiths@inthemindofasmutAmanda Young@spotted_writerCrystal [email protected] Readers:Jenny@jennysbooks96Brittney RouseRebecca TaltonCover art:HannahHC Graphics@_hc.graphics_ Reader WarningFirst, if you are a family member, put this book down. It’s not for you. This book is filled with dirty thoughts that I don’t need anyone bringing up at Christmas parties or family events. So if you don’t heed the warning, and you keep reading, this is a contractual obligation to never speak of this content with our family.Second, if you have triggers, PLEASE take these warnings seriously. I did not write any of this with the intention to hurt or trigger anyone. I expect that if you continue you are over the age of eighteen and you understand this book contains graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of sexual violence, murder, and more. There will be emotional manipulation, reflected upon child abuse and parental abuse, as well as alcohol abuse. There will be dub-con (dubious consent) on page happening to the FMC. There will be CNC (consensual non-consent), edging, orgasm denial, male on male content, a pierced MMC, blood play, knife play, and so much more. It is dark and dirty and everything I wanted it to be, but it’s not for everyone. Be a good girl/boy and know your limits. To everyone out there struggling with mental health,I see you, and you matter.I know a harem of tatted mafia men isn’t the solution,but hopefully they can help you forget for just a little while. PlaylistNew Bad Habit- Adam JensenLiar- Kayzo, OSTAlone (Sullivan King Remix)- KayzoFading Out- ATLiens, Sara SkinnerAll Night- Tiskoki, by blood, Cry4TreAre You Tired?- Scene QueenDevils Playground- The RigsDrowned in Emotion- CasketsA GOOD DAY TO D13- ArankaiSuper Villain- Stileto, Silent Child, Kendyle PaigeTwo Face (Omido Remix)- Jake Daniels, OmidoTragedy- Being As An OceanMoonlight- Chase AtlanticSlow Down- Chase AtlanticWONDERLAND- NeoniMasterpiece- Cloudy JuneNUMB- Ryan OakesEmpty- Letdown.Unbreak- CamylioTake Me Away- New MedicineLittle Girl Gone- CHINCHILLATHE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND- Bad OmensChills (Dark Version)- Mickey Valen, Joey Myron Prologue10 years agoMy hands are bound behind me, zip ties dig into my skin every time I try to move them. Some kind of bag was thrown over my head the moment I stepped out of my father's safe room, leaving me without the pleasure of knowing who my captors were. My parents told me someone was after me, but part of me never really wanted to believe it.The second we arrive, I’m tossed into a room and strapped to a chair. These men are smart, tying my ankles to the chair since I’ve already gotten one of them between the legs.“What the actual fuck?” a voice booms loudly, startling me. “I said to bring her here safely, not like she was a goddamned target. She’s eleven, Havoc, was this all really necessary?”“She came out of a bunker we didn't even notice was there, sir.” The guy I’m assuming is Havoc says. “She put up one hell of a fight too, thought it would be best for you to decide when to remove it all and tell her what's going on.”Instantly, the straps holding down my limbs are cut and the bag is pulled off my head. My eyes struggle to adjust to the lighting while I attempt to assess my surroundings. I rub at my wrists, trying to soothe the ache caused by me fighting the bindingsThe man he’s speaking to nods. “I’ll take it from here,” he says.The three other men, yes apparently they needed four total men to guard an incapacitated child, then leave the room.The only one left looks oddly familiar, but my body is still in fight-or-flight mode. I can feel the muscles in my neck tensing, my feet planting themselves on the floor, ready to jump up and run if needed. My pulse is pounding so hard in my ears that it’s all I can hear.The man moves to take a step toward me and my fists clench in warning. I will not go down without a fight.He notices and instead takes a step back.Smart man.He grabs a chair from against the wall, and pulls it over to me while still keeping some distance. Sitting down he rubs his hands over his face like he’s the one who has a right to look exhausted after the night I had.“Do you know? About your parents?” he asks.I have no idea who this man is, and he thinks we can just sit here having a casual conversation like he didn't just have his goons kidnap me? Yeah, no chance in hell I'm playing this game.I fold my arms over my chest and lean back, making it clear I have no intention of answering.The man sighs and leans forward. “Look, I know your father and I didn't always get along, but as soon as I heard there was a hit out on him with intentions of capturing you I sent my men to try and help. I'm your father's brother, Adrik,” he says, his eyes pleading with me to believe him.That explains why he looks familiar. Looking at him now, I can see he has my father's eyes and high cheekbones. He has some well-groomed facial hair whereas my father was always very clean-shaven. I can see enough of the similarities to believe