Brutal Power – Arranged Marriage Mafia Read Online B.B. Hamel

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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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“Please tell me she was at least of age.”

He gives me a look. “She was only a year younger than me, and I was twenty-one at the time. So it was fine. Can I continue, or are you going to keep on assuming the worst?”

“No, finish this horrifying story.”

“As you can imagine, the boys thought it was hilarious. They were having a grand old time making jokes about Sara’s noises and my prowess, and apparently, Omar was the loudest and most obnoxious of the group. Well, the lady and I finished our dalliance, and we exited the room together, only to find a pack of obnoxious young men cheering and laughing, which the shockingly fun Sara thought was hilarious, at least until she saw her brother.”

I bury my face in my hands, trying not to laugh, because it’s not funny. Poor Omar had to listen to his sister having sex and even made jokes about it, only to realize in a huge group what had happened. “He said something, didn’t he?”

“Tried to fight me,” Brody says, nodding his head. “Which only made it worse. I mean, I had no clue she was Omar’s sister. I didn’t even know he had a sister, much less that she was visiting for the weekend. So Omar’s in my face, screaming at me, trying to fight me, and Sara’s getting in the middle of the whole thing, and the guys are all pretty horrified about the whole situation, and that’s when it took a turn.”

“You’re kidding me. It gets worse?”

“The cops showed up. Apparently, there’d been a noise complaint. And they walked in right as Omar punched me in the jaw and started kicking and hitting everyone around him, and I guess one of the officers got hit in the melee, and, well⁠—”

I squeal with delight. “He got arrested!”

“My family had police connections even back then. I pulled some strings and had him released, and even did him the solid of getting his mugshot and his other info scrubbed from their database, but obviously he never forgave me. I mean, I fucked his sister, made him listen to it, then got him arrested. At least from his perspective. Anyway, the vibes were pretty bad after that, so I quit the frat and moved in with some other friends. The whole frat scene was never really my thing anyway. And that’s the story.”

I break down into a fit of laughter. The Peterson incident sounds like the most childish, douchey thing ever, and I can absolutely understand why Omar would still hate Brody for it. I get up and go around the table and sit back down into his lap, kissing him and leaning my head against his chest.

“You’re a disgusting pig,” I say with a sigh as I wipe laughter tears from my eyes.

“I still maintain that I did nothing wrong. They were the ones acting like a bunch of immature assholes.”

“Now I kind of get why Omar hates you. I mean, that has to be like the worst thing that ever happened to him.”

“Lucky guy if that’s true.” He leans back and stretches. “Now you know. I wonder if his wife understands how bad it was.”

“Probably not. Layla’s smart enough to know there’s no coming back from something like that, not ever.”

“Well, imagine how I felt when I realized it was that Omar sitting on the zoning committee. He’s been out for blood for a long time, and he’s using his power to make sure I never get what I want. All out of spite.”

“Can’t blame him.” I get up and sit back down in Brody’s lap. He puts his hands on me right away, stroking my thigh, and I lean down to kiss him. “I still can’t believe you were in a fraternity.”

“I was young and dumb and I thought it would be fun.”

“Was it?”

“Not really.” He toys with the hem of my shirt right above my hip and a tingle runs down into my core. “Dad wanted me to go to college and he thought joining a fraternity would help build new connections for our business. At the time, I wanted to skip the whole lawyer thing, because why bother getting a degree and sweating my ass off in a courtroom if I’m just going to run a criminal empire on the side? But Dad made me understand that the suit and the tie and the degree are all camouflage.”

“Makes sense.” I try not to squirm as he leans forward to kiss my neck. “It’s working out pretty well, right? You have revenue coming in from the firm and from the organization.”

“Much more from the organization, but if we went legit, we wouldn’t be poor.” He pulls back and tilts his head. “Sometimes I wonder how your family does it. I mean, everyone in Chicago knows who you are and what you do, and somehow you manage to stay out of jail.”


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