Mafia Captive (Mafia Menage Trilogy #1) Read Online Julia Sykes

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Menage Trilogy Series by Julia Sykes
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
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A shiver raced through me at the memory, but he wasn’t acting aggressive right now. He held my hand as carefully as Joseph always did, as though he might accidentally break my fingers if he squeezed too hard.

He probably could.

I got to my feet, and Marco closed the car door behind me. He didn’t release my hand.

I glanced up at him, and I found his black eyes burning down into me. His nostrils flared, like a predator scenting his prey.

I didn’t try to pull away. I couldn’t. All I could do was stand there, trapped in his dark stare. I felt small and helpless in his shadow, his huge hand on mine a reminder of his massive size in comparison to my much smaller body.

Joseph’s hand touched my lower back, and heat flooded my body at the familiar, intimate contact. The electric attraction that always danced around us surged, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My hand tingled in Marco’s, and I became very aware of the heat of their bodies surrounding me, shielding me from the chilly night air.

Despite the warmth, I shivered. The corners of Marco’s mouth curved, and streetlights caught in his dark eyes, flashing across his onyx stare. His thumb brushed my knuckles, and I drew in a sharp, shocked breath at the light caress.

Joseph was standing right beside me, but he must not have noticed. He couldn’t have, or he would say something. He wouldn’t allow Marco to touch me like that.

He’s just holding my hand, a more rational voice in my mind reminded me. There was no reason for Joseph to get territorial over something so trivial.

I tugged my hand free from Marco’s grip, as though he’d scalded me. His expression went carefully blank, and he stepped away. Joseph’s touch on my lower back firmed, steering me toward the restaurant.

It was a small, quaint Italian place set on the main street of a little town near Marco’s estate. I still wasn’t sure exactly where it was located, but it had only taken us ten minutes to drive here. We weren’t as isolated as I’d thought we might be. I hadn’t seen a soul except Joseph and Marco since they’d taken me from school, and I’d assumed we were in the middle of nowhere.

Marco’s family must be even wealthier than I’d imagined if they owned that much land so close to a heavily populated area. The real estate must be worth a fortune.

When we entered the restaurant, a pretty brunette showed us to our table—for three.

It was strange being seated in an intimate corner with both Joseph and Marco. I glanced around, wondering what people must think of us. Surely, the other patrons thought it was odd, too.

But no one in the packed restaurant seemed to be sparing us a second glance.

Well, that wasn’t exactly accurate. A balding, middle-aged man caught my eye as I looked around. After a second of eye contact, his genial expression melted, and he paled. He quickly looked away.

I glanced up to find Marco scowling at the man. His face was harder than I’d ever seen it, the harsh line of his square jaw set and his cold eyes narrowed.

He must have felt my gaze on him, because he blinked once and looked back at me. The fierce expression was gone in an instant. He didn’t smile at me, but he wasn’t scowling, either. I realized that the neutral expression he usually wore must be his default. I’d thought he was trying to be intimidating when his face was carefully blank. But I’d just seen his actual intimidating expression, and the neutral one was practically a silly grin in comparison.

I fiddled with the napkin in my lap to hide my trembling fingers beneath the table. Marco was even scarier than I’d imagined.

The server came by to take our order. Before I could look at the menu, Marco barked out a list of dishes that could probably feed five people.

“That’s a lot of food,” I remarked when the server left.

He shrugged. “I’m hungry. And this way, you can try some of everything.”

“Oh.” He still wasn’t smiling, but that seemed like a nice thing to say. Like he cared about whether or not I enjoyed my dinner. “Okay. Thanks.”

He tipped his head in a slight nod, acknowledging my response.

Joseph’s fingers laced with mine beneath the table, stopping me from picking at my napkin. My anxiety mostly melted away at his reassuring touch.

“Ashlyn was asking about the pool earlier,” Joseph told Marco. “Any progress on that?”

Marco’s granite jaw firmed, and his eyes narrowed on Joseph. I would have scooted away if he’d turned that glare on me, but Joseph didn’t seem affected. I supposed he was used to it.

“Well, keep me updated,” Joseph said when Marco didn’t deign to answer. “It’s really important to Ashlyn.”


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