Sold To The Syndicate

Sold To The Syndicate THE BOTTICELLI BROTHERHOOD SERIES J.L. QUICK Contents Author’s Note Trigger Warnings 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 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 SOLD TO THE SYNDICATE COPYRIGHT © 2023 by J. L. Quick All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover Design: J. L. Quick Created with Vellum For all ladies with a foul-mouth and attitude… May your wait for a cold-hearted mafia killer to tie you up, paddle your ass, and fuck the attitude out of you be short. Author’s Note This novel is a contemporary mafia dark romance. It contains scenes and descriptive adult content that might be triggering for some readers. Please ensure you read the trigger warnings below prior to beginning this novel. Trigger Warnings Torture Criminal Activity Dubious/Non-Consensual Sexual Acts Abduction/Captivity Death Edging/Orgasm Control Gun Violence Spanking Profanity Breeding Impact Play Bondage Masturbation Graphic Sexual Scenes Exhibitionism Knife/Blood Play Breath Play Chapter One Lorenzo Crashing my hand into his face, the skin of my knuckles cracks as the skin above his eye splits. He lets out a pathetic groan as my fist crashes into him once again. His blood beginning to spill down his face and my hand. “This can end whenever you are ready to talk.” At this point, I know I am just toying with him, but I enjoy it. Ellis is so weak after the past few hours, that he is barely able to look up at me. I mostly just see his bloody, fluttering eyelids before his chin drops back down to his chest. “For a piece of shit that couldn’t keep his mouth shut about the family business, you sure seem to be holding your tongue now.” Someone has been destroying our safe houses and businesses – both legal and illegal. Once we realized that the serial arsonist was primarily targeting Botticelli business, we quickly determined that it was personal. Someone coming for the family. After a few places known only to the family were set on fire, we realized that the information regarding just what businesses we own has to be coming from someone on the inside. It took a few months, but thanks in part to some well-planted lies, we think we have finally found our mole. “If you want this to end, you are going to need to tell me who the fuck you’ve been talking to.” “I can’t,” Ellis replies back, his voice trembling as though he is about to cry, “They will kill me.” “You stupid fuck,” I glare back at him while picking my knife back up from the table, “I’m going to fucking kill you if you don’t start talking.” Shifting the knife in my hand, getting comfortable with its feel in my grip, I slowly bringing it down his chest. His screams are of pure agony as my knife shifts from the tip to the blade, slowly fileting a sliver of skin from his chest. It is a stark contrast to the smile of pure euphoria slowly spreading across my face. “I can’t,” tears now rolling down his face as he continues to cry out, “They will kill my family.” Fuck… I might be a brutal son of bitch, but I am not going to kill his innocent wife and daughter. They won’t be welcome in this city anymore, but I tend not to kill the innocent regardless of who they are connected to. The knife in my hand beautifully separates another piece of his flesh from his body. Throwing his skin to the floor, I press my knife firmly against his neck. “What makes you think I won’t kill your fucking family,” my eyes narrow as I pose my question to him, “maybe I’ll even enjoy some time with that beautiful young wife of yours before I kill her.” His reaction takes me by complete surprise, and people rarely surprise me. Ellis violently jerks in his chair causing the knife in my hand to slice through the thin skin by his jugular. The self-inflicted wound is going to be just deep enough to be fatal. Slow as fuck, but fatal. “Fuck,” I grumble, throwing the knife to the ground as I watch his blood pump from his neck. Back to square fucking one… “Get rid of this piece of shit,” I bark at the other men in the room, “and then tell his family to get the fuck out of town. I need to go talk to Sal.” Storming out of the warehouse, I quickly cross the parking lot to my Maserati while wiping my bloody hands across my shirt. Turning over the engine, it growls when I put it in drive and stomp on the accelerator. Swerving in and out city traffic, my fist pounds against top of the steering wheel. I am not upset that traitor is dead, but I am fucking pissed that he managed to get the better of me. That shit does not happen to me. I am Lorenzo Fucking Botticelli. My family is like fucking royalty. My