Madness

Jayla Talbot Madness A Vancini Mafia Dark Romance Copyright © 2023 by Jayla Talbot All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Jayla Talbot asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com To everyone who wanted to give up but didn’t. Contents Author’s Note 1. Maddox 2. Kincaid 3. Maddox 4. Maddox 5. Kincaid 6. Kincaid 7. Kincaid 8. Maddox 9. Kincaid 10. Maddox 11. Kincaid 12. Kincaid 13. Maddox 14. Maddox 15. Kincaid 16. Maddox 17. Kincaid 18. Maddox 19. Kincaid 20. Maddox 21. Maddox 22. Kincaid 23. Kincaid 24. Kincaid 25. Maddox 26. Kincaid 27. Maddox 28. Kincaid 29. Maddox 30. Kincaid 31. Kincaid 32. Kincaid 33. Maddox 34. Kincaid 35. Kincaid 36. Kincaid 37. Maddox Thank You Also by Jayla Talbot About the Author Author’s Note Books can provide a catharsis and a safe place to work through our own personal fears and traumas. But please be mindful of your mental health. This is a dark romance and will not be for every reader. It is intended as a work of fiction, not a representation of safe sexual practices. Please be advised of the following content warnings. References To: Suicidal Ideation Drug Use Child Neglect Scenes Depicting: Kidnapping Attempted Sexual Assault Stalking Murder Torture Violence Dub Con Orgasm Control Degradation Impact Play Knife Play Breath Play Blood Play 1 Maddox My fingers closed around the collar of his shirt before I threw his body against the wall like a rag doll. His bones made a sickening crunch as they connected with the brick. I closed my eyes to savor the sound, a sadistic thrill racing through my veins. “Looks like we have an infestation.” I mused. A dim light from a single bulb on the building lit the alley, and the crumpled body on the ground. I nodded my chin at Sebastian. He roughly yanked the cockroach to his knees. Blood trickled from his nose, dripping onto his white shirt. I tilted my head and stared at it for a moment. There was something beautiful about the pattern it made. The red slowly overtook the white, like death killing innocence. Moments like this always made me philosophical. The violence gave me a sense of calm my mind didn’t usually have. “Tell me why you were here tonight?” You would think they’d be anger in my voice, but the sight of his injuries sated my rage. The night had been boring. Until now. It was time to have my fun. I was worried it would be unsatisfying. It was too easy to spot him. He stood out like a weed among flowers when I saw him sitting at a table in our private gambling club. I didn’t think it was a coincidence he’d snuck in. He stared up at me, his jaw in a hard line, lips pressed together. Like he was going to fight me. Yes, I loved when they resisted. I brought my fist down onto his face. Felt the break beneath my knuckles. Another. I relished in the violence. In the shattering of bones. The painful grunts. The split skin. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small blade I always kept with me. I saw the slight fear in his eyes as I ran the knife down his cheek, cutting a small line in his skin. Drops of fresh blood mixed with the bruises my knuckles had made. Making his face look like a fucked up mosaic. I moved the knife to the other cheek and repeated the action. Each bruise, each cut in the skin, calmed my blood. My breathing regulated. I felt the subtle changes as my body relaxed. I wasn’t torturing an innocent man. Not that it would’ve mattered to me. But he wandered into our territory. And to protect the family, I needed to know why. I stepped back. His blood dripped from my hands, making a soft sound as it fell to the cold concrete. “Let’s try again. Why are you here?” “Vaffanculo.” Fuck you. He grunted and fought against Sebastian’s hold on him. I slapped him across the face. Embarrassing him as I irritated his injuries. “You’re not really my type. But I bet you have a pretty girlfriend who could use my company.” The cockroach’s face gave nothing away as he stared at me. I almost laughed. He could fight all he wanted, but he wouldn’t win. Everyone has a weakness that could be exploited. A family member they wanted to keep safe. A debt that needed to be paid. An addiction they craved. My job was to find those weaknesses. Then exploit them to get what the family wants. And I was damn good at my job. “No. No girlfriend?” I crouched in front of him. One hand rested on my thighs as the other gripped the knife. I ran it down his shirt. I watched the buttons pop off, pinging to the ground, scattering away in the night. I traced a line down his chest, circling the rosary tattoo. I chuckled as I realized it probably made him feel safe. Protected. I sliced efficiently through the design, ruining whatever illusion he had of safety. “How about a little sister?” I saw his eyes flash for a second before he schooled his features. Got him. People were so easy to read. They didn’t even realize all the subtle things they gave