A Night of Revelry and Envy

A Night of Revelry and Envy A DEADLY SINS NOVEL VICES AND HEDONISM ROSA LEE MALLORY FOX BLACK JADE PUBLISHING Contents Author’s Note 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 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue Vices and Hedonism Series About Rosa Lee Also by Rosa Lee About Mallory Fox Also By Mallory Fox A Night of Revelry and Envy Copyright © March 2023 by Rosa Lee & Mallory Fox All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this publication only. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the copyright holder’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions. Published in the United Kingdom by Black Jade Publishing Ltd. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Cover Design by TRC Designs Editing by Autumn Reed Proofing by Proofs by Polly To each other, the best co-wifeys ever. A Night of Revelry and Envy A Night of Revelry and Envy They can't save me, no one can. My life has never been my own, my childhood was stolen from me by wicked men with greedy hands. Forced to play into their dark depraved desires, my body is no longer my own. Then one night they arrive, the sons of my captors, the ghosts of my past, desperate to prove themselves worthy of the tarnished crown that one day they will inherit. Like their sires, they are drawn to me, their darkness trying to consume me, body and soul. They're determined to take the one thing I have left; my heart. But vengeance sits like a serpent coiled around the organ, ready to strike down her enemies with fangs and poison, leaving no prisoners. Hell hath no fury like a woman trapped, and the last thing they'll see is a flash of green as I take everything that belonged to them and watch it burn. Author’s Note A Night of Revelry and Envy novella is a Dark Sins co-write between Rosa Lee and Mallory Fox, containing adult and dark themes, violence, swearing, and steamy moments. Please visit www.rosaleeauthor.com and www.malloryfoxauthor.com for a full list of potential triggers. ❤ Rose & Mallory One CAIN The thick paper feels luxurious, decadent, between my fingers, but I’m not surprised given who the invitation is from. Club Rapture doesn’t do things by halves, or so I’ve heard. I hold in my hand a coveted invite to one of the most exclusive clubs in the country, hell, in the whole fucking world. And I know I should feel excitement, but I don’t. In fact, I feel nothing at all as I look over the words telling me to expect a night like no other, that all my darkest desires will come true if only I’m brave enough to let my inhibitions go. But I’ve already embraced the darkness inside me. My father ensured I did that a long fucking time ago. And I’ve yet to find anyone who can handle what I crave when I’m uninhibited. Never mind the fact that I know this is just another of his tests. The great Tomaso Amante, leader of the Amante branch of the Cosa Nostra. My father and the devil incarnate. The man who has spent his life trying to mold me into the perfect heir, the perfect monster to take over from him when the time comes. Most days, I know he’s succeeded. “You got one too?” Saul asks, and my dead heart thuds painfully when I look up and capture his blue eyes, the eyes of our mother. Just like hers, they’re full of pain and sadness. A twinge of something sharp pokes me in the chest. I’m responsible for that look. “Yes.” “A test?” he asks, but we both know the answer. “Probably.” “At least maybe we’ll get some decent pussy out of this one.” I shrug. “Perhaps.” He flushes, anger coloring his cheeks and flashing in his eyes, making the orbs turn the blue of the center of a flame. Hot enough to consume you. And I can’t blame him. I’d be mad too if it was me. Instead, I’m just numb. “You don’t have to be like him all the fucking time!” he roars, his body shaking with the rage I know he suppresses most days. “Jesus, you’re so fucking cold. I bet you couldn’t even get it up for a perfect pussy, and even if you did, you wouldn’t feel a fucking thing,” he sneers. The barbs sting, bleeding me on the inside until I’m drowning in his hate for me. He elicits a reaction that no other can, reminding me I’m not as numb as I pretend. Not when it comes to my younger brother. “You’re hardly without fault, brother,” I counter, what’s left of my soul screaming at me to stop. To fall at his feet and beg forgiveness for the crimes of our father. Crimes I was too weak to prevent. “You’re just as fucked up as I am, maybe even more so.” He flinches, and that sharp pain in my chest flares. I’m good at inflicting pain on my kin. “And whose fault is that, brother?” He steps in close, his heaving, shirt-covered chest brushing mine with each inhale, his face so close I can see the hatred in his eyes as he takes me in with a look of utter