Dominant Mercy

DOMINANT MERCY Decadent Sins Series, Book 5 A Dark Mafia BDSM Suspense Novel By Linzi Basset Copyright © 2023 Linzi Basset - All rights reserved DOMINANT MERCY Copyright © 2023 Linzi Basset Edited: Sandy Ebel Proofreaders: Marie Vayer, Melanie Marnell, Charlotte Strickland, Publisher: Linzi Basset - Cover Design: Sweet 15 Designs Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000. Linzi Basset has asserted her rights under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this eBook only. 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Contents Author’s Note Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Excerpt: Vadim Books by Linzi Basset About the Author Stalk Linzi Basset Author’s Note Dear Reader, The Decadent Sins Saga concludes with the riveting story of the young man Torin took under his wing. Now, twenty years later, he is the Mafioso to fear… They say I am the Devil’s Spawn. They aren’t wrong. They say I am evil incarnate. They aren’t wrong. I am Death. Brendan Caruso I was born as a Kent, but since my eighteenth birthday, one man taught me the true value of who I was and who I was meant to become… a man I now call Dad. Torin Caruso legally adopted me and changed my name on my nineteenth birthday. Today, I am the legal son and successor of the most feared Mafioso the country has ever known. Until me. Under Boss X’s tutelage, I became the best of the best Mafiosos out there. The word no isn’t in my vocabulary, and those who dare use it quickly learned the error of their ways. I’m fiercely protective of my Caruso family, so when Xia Silver came snooping at Decadent Sins under the premise of looking for a job, I smelled a rat. She was too refined, too articulate, and too beautiful to be as destitute as she claimed to be. Not that it stops me from allowing my testosterone to get the better of me. Instead of looking out for my father, I was too caught up expunging pent-up lust with the pretty redhead to take notice. Dad ended up behind bars because of my slackness. Now, I’m on the warpath. Xia Silver will pay for her deceit, and since her father is the Boss of the East Coast Mafia intending to oust the Caruso family, I know just how to get Torin out of jail and end Prologue Trigger warning: This book contains dubcon/noncon elements. Please only read this book if it’s a genre you enjoy. NCS Headquarters below the Global Restaurant Wholesale Depot, Marginal Way S, Industrial District, Seattle, WA… “Owww, oh God, please!” The cry of pain didn’t merely echo through the poor acoustics of the interrogation room, it shot straight through the young man’s heart. Turning his head, he waited for his father to act, to do something—any fucking thing—other than whimpering in the chair he was tied to. Nothing. Not even a pitiful, useless plea. “Leave my mother alone, you fucking coward!” Brendan Kent ground out furiously as he tried to struggle to his feet. He had no idea where they were but suspected they were underground. The musty smell in his nostrils was strong and distinctive, a damp, earthy odor that hinted at long periods of confinement. Dragging in an uneven breath, he choked on the acrid tang of decay. The damp, cool, and stale air felt heavy on his skin. He cursed as the rough, uneven stones of the floor cut into his knees. “You were told not to move.” Brendan flinched at the dark whisper from a man behind him as a hard hand clamped on his shoulder. “Fuck,” he cried out as pain shot through his brain. Who the hell knew fingers could cause so much torment? Forced to settle back on his knees, he sneered angrily, turning his head sideways to address the man who stood next to his mother—also on her knees. “Hurt her again and I’ll kill you.” Silently, he cursed the blindfold keeping him in the dark and not offering him the opportunity to slice the bastard in two with his eyes. His father might be cowering