Darkest Sin – A Dark Mafia Romance Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
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I shake my head. “Oh, you believe this to be a negotiation? That I was coming here tonight to give you a chance to grovel for forgiveness?” I scoff. “Come on now, Deago. Surely you must know better than that.”

His face drains of all color as my men file out of the property, leaving only my most trusted within the room with me.

“Now,” I start. “You are going to tell me exactly where my product and weapons are and once I have confirmation of their whereabouts, I will then brutally slaughter you like the animal that you are.”

Horror flashes in his dark eyes as he looks around the room for a way out, but he realizes all too late that he’s trapped in a fucking corner. “Kill me then,” he spits, realizing that he’s not making it out of here alive. “But I’m not telling you shit.”

I shrug my shoulders, more than happy to play his little game. “Have it your way, Donatelli,” I murmur, stepping closer with my gun in my hand. “But just know that if I don’t have my product returned, you will die with a debt, and it will be that lovely family you speak of who will inherit that debt. Your wife is probably dried up and overused, but those little girls. I bet I could fetch a fair price for them.”

The suggestion makes me feel sick. I would never lower myself to making a move like that, not even on my worst day. Family is off-limits, no matter if it’s mine or my greatest enemy. There are some lines I simply won’t cross, but Deago certainly doesn’t know that. Hell, once I’m through with Deago, I’ll ensure his family is looked after. Have a home to live in, food on the table, and a good education for his children. The crimes of a father should never burden his children.

Deago’s eyes widen, and he begins to weep, falling back to his knees in surrender as blood pours from the gaping bullet hole in his wrist. It wasn’t a lethal shot, and the artery hasn’t been compromised, but I’ve done this long enough to know that anything could go wrong at a moment’s notice. “Please,” he sobs. “I’ll tell you, just . . . leave my family out of this. They didn’t do anything. They don’t deserve that.”

“Then tell me where my product is, and you will have my word, your family will be left in peace.”

Donatelli sobs, hanging his head low. “My uncle’s home in the Valley. There’s a hidden room behind the tool bench in his garage. You will find all your product there.”

“And my weapons?”

“Look around,” he says, ushering to the weapons that lay strewn across the room. “They’re all here.”

Just as I thought.

I nod toward Sergiu, and without skipping a beat, he lifts his phone to his ear and makes a call. Within seconds, half of my men are taking off down the street toward his uncle’s home in the Valley. It will be a little while until I get the word that my product has been secured, and as we wait, a few of my men collect every weapon in the home. They’ll all need to be cleaned and checked before I will even consider boxing them up for a shipment for the DeAngelis brothers, but at least we’re back on track. The last thing I’d ever want to do is let those brothers down. My army is far greater than theirs, but those brothers are fucked in the head, and they’re not the kind of men one wishes to make an enemy out of.

“Wh . . . What are you going to do to me?” Deago asks as we wait to hear word on my product.

“It’s simple,” I tell him as I survey the massacre around me. “Tonight I will be your judge, jury, and executioner. You slaughtered twenty-three of my people, and I promised every single one of their families that I would get vengeance, so tonight, you will experience the agony of twenty-three deaths, and only then will I put you out of your misery.”

He nods, the weight of his actions falling heavily on his shoulders. “Will you allow me to say goodbye to my family?”

“Did you allow my men the chance to farewell theirs before you slaughtered them?”

Deago visibly swallows, and I press my lips into a tight line, pitying the pathetic excuse of a man before me. “Well, it seems you have your answer,” I tell him.

The call comes in a moment later, confirming that all my product is right where Deago said it would be, along with everything else the Donatelli family has stolen, and after ensuring that it is all back in my possession and on its way to one of my more protected warehouses, I turn my attention back to Deago. “This is going to be slow and agonizing,” I warn him. “However, if you scream, I will make it worse. I don’t care for a man who cannot contain his pain. Is that understood?”


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