Beast in my Bedroom Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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I shrug while keeping a straight face. He’s absolutely right—the war’s been making our work hard these days. The rackets are still earning, but the drug trade dried up. Nobody can work a corner or an alley these days, not without getting shot. I made sure of that. It’s been great for the overdose rate, but terrible for my bottom line.

“What bothers me more is law enforcement,” I say, staring at him. “I’m still young and I’d like to spend my years a free man.”

“Fucking cops,” he says with real disgust. “What do you think of the cops, Renzo?”

“Pigs,” Renzo says. “I enjoy listening to them squeal as they die.”

“Lovely,” Lycus mumbles.

I wave a hand at them dismissively. “Regardless of how you feel, Chicago’s murder rate skyrocketed lately, and the CPD is out for blood. They’re not happy about all the bad press.”

Which is what I’m hearing directly from my police informants, the cops that take my envelopes of cash. So far, my bribes are keeping my soldiers out of prison, but that won’t last much longer.

“Getting fucking expensive to stay out from behind bars, ain’t it?” Bosco clucks his tongue. “All this killing, and for what? Over some hurt feelings and a girl?”

“All this killing because you’ve been encroaching on my territory for months and this is a convenient excuse for you.”

He spreads his hands. “You’re paranoid, Evander, that’s not it at all. The Pavone Famiglia is happy with what we have.”

“We both know that’s bullshit. Men like us, we’re never satisfied.”

A clever gleam enters Bosco’s eye. “Maybe you’re right. So you want to quiet the war down and make sure law enforcement doesn’t throw us into a hole. How do we go about making that happen?”

I gesture at Lycus. He says, “First, we want Chris Conti.”

“Can’t do it,” Bosco says, shaking his head. “He’s a made man. You know we can’t turn our backs on him.”

“You people kill each other all the time. Don’t pretend like this isn’t possible.” I gesture at Lycus again.

Lycus says, “Second, we want the borders to return to normal.”

“You want me to give up the territory we’ve won?” Bosco’s eyes widen. “You’re asking a lot here, but you’re giving nothing.”

“You haven’t won shit, Bosco. The lines have only shifted.” I scowl as I gesture to Lycus one more time.

He says, “Last, we’re offering payment for Conti’s life, along with a two-year guarantee on the sovereignty of your turf.” Lycus glances down at me. “Anything else, boss?”

“We’ll also be open to discussions about the surrounding suburbs. There might be opportunities for your people out there that you haven’t explored. We’d be willing to facilitate some of that.”

“Get into business together, huh.” Bosco looks curious. “I know you fucking Greeks got your big sweaty dicks involved in every scheme from here to the fucking Mississippi.”

“My big sweaty dick is willing to move aside and let you and your people eat, if you’re interested in working with us.” I smile at him serenely. Big, ugly, crude bastard, but Bosco isn’t stupid. He sits on top of the Famiglia for a reason. He knows my offer’s a good one. Worth one lousy Capo, for sure.

“I don’t trust it,” Renzo says. “I don’t trust it at all.”

“We’ll want guarantees,” Bosco says. “And a solid payment. If I’m going to hand over a made man, you’d better make sure the rest of my men don’t rebel.”

“I’m sure we can settle on a number.”

Bosco grunts and leans forward. “All right, Kazan. How about we leave our underbosses here to hash out details while we go get a drink, yeah? They’ve got a bar here, don’t they?”

“They do,” I say and stand. I stub out the cigar in an ashtray, barely smoked. Bosco does the same before coming around the table.

“You’re a decent guy, Evander,” he says, grinning as we walk to the door. “A really decent guy. I wish we could’ve avoided all this unpleasantness, but the capos, they thought it was a real insult for you to take Conti’s wife the way you did.”

“Camille is mine now,” I say with real feeling. We move into the hallway together, shoulder to shoulder.

“Whatever you say, Lord Kazan.” He barks a laugh. “Fucking lord. What is that shit?”

“Translated from the Greek.” I pause beside a fake palm tree that borders the private room and bend over as if I’m checking my shoe, shifting slightly so what I’m doing is out of his eyeline.

“Yeah? You Greeks are real fucking poetic, huh? I guess I can’t talk, all our shit’s from the old world too. But things change, huh?”

I reach around behind the pot as Bosco talks. There, in the dust, is the knife. It’s not particularly large, but I grab it, slip it into my palm, and stand. Bosco’s grinning at me like he couldn’t be happier.


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