Bratva Sinner (A Possessive Mafia Romance)

An older woman answered. She wore a light blouse and white pants, and had a smile plastered across her Botoxed faced. Her hair was bleach-blonde and her teeth were almost blindingly white, and everything about her screamed wealth, privilege, and way too much time on her hands.

“Hello, can I help you?”

“Hello Mrs. James, my name is Luke and I was wondering if your husband is around?”

Her face faltered. “Luke? I’m afraid I don’t know you.”

“Tell him I’m here from Morozov and Sons Roofing about that job in the city. I have the dossier he requested.”

She frowned, looked over her shoulder, then back at Luke, and for a second, I thought she’d kick us out. “Stay here, I’ll see if he’s available.” She closed the door and disappeared.

“Morozov and Sons?” I whispered.

“He’ll know the name.” He shifted, foot to foot. “Part of me thinks he’ll just call his cop buddies to come beat the shit out of us.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m a dainty little lady. They won’t beat me too badly.”

He snorted, and a second later the door opened again. Police Chief Bryant was a mustached man with narrow eyes, round ruddy cheeks, a slight gut, and curly dark hair. He stepped outside in a pair of Crocs with gym shorts and a t-shirt, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, and he pulled the door shut behind him. Luke had to step back to accommodate the chief’s bulk.

There was a short, awkward silence, before the chief finally spoke.

“Morozov and Sons Roofing, huh? My wife’s going to ask some follow-up questions about that one.”

“Sorry to disturb your home,” Luke said, “but I think we need to talk.”

Chief narrowed his eyes. “I know who you are, but who’s this girl?” He glanced at me.

“My name’s Cara. My dad was Justin O’Shay.”

The chief’s gaze softened. “Your old man was Justin O’Shay? Well, I’m sorry to hear that, I bet it wasn’t easy having a piece of shit for a father.”

I tensed slightly. “It wasn’t.” I didn’t like this asshole talking like that about my dad, even if he was completely right.

“What do you people want? This is my home, god damn it. I’m two seconds away from going inside, getting my service weapon, and putting you both down where you stand.”

Luke casually reached inside of his jacket, took out his phone, pulled up the picture of Chief James banging the hooker, and held it up. The chief stared silently and his face paled as he glanced over his shoulder toward the front door. “Put that shit away,” he hissed.

Luke slipped the phone back into his jacket. “So now you understand.”

“What I understand is you have something you shouldn’t and I’m really starting to wonder why I don’t call for backup.”

“I know you were under the Lionettis’ thumb,” Luke said viciously. “I’m guessing your wife wouldn’t love it if she found out about your proclivity for ladies of the night.”

“My wife,” the chief started, but I interrupted him.

“Your wife would leave you and take half of everything you own, right? I bet you wouldn’t be able to show your face at all your fancy country clubs anymore, especially not when the photo gets leaked online.” I showed my teeth in a snarl. I was tempted to tell Luke to walk away from this and let the asshole burn.

The chief took a deep breath and let it out. “You have no clue what you’re fucking with.”

“I know you had an arrangement with the Lionettis, and I’m here to tell you that your arrangement with them is over. You have a new master now.”

The chief’s nostril’s flared. “Nobody’s my fucking master.”

“You can call me whatever you want, Chief. Call me daddy, if you like, but understand that I hold the cards now, and if you want this to stay buried, you’re going to play along.”

The chief stared silently for several long seconds then his face split open into a vicious smile.

“All right, Daddy, understand this.” The chief jammed two fingers into Luke’s chest. “I don’t deal with lowlife fucks like you. Maybe I had a deal with the Lionettis, but they didn’t approach me at my fucking house like some lowlife scum and they certainly didn’t try to strong-arm me the way you are. So you know what? I’d rather get divorced than give you one moment of my time. Now get the fuck off my property.”

Luke glared as the chief turned and walked to the door. I stepped forward, hands clenched into fists at my side.

“You walk away now, you’re guaranteeing we’ll leak this image.”

“Good luck with that, sweetie. You think anyone’s going to believe you over me? I’ll take that chance.” He opened the door, stepped back inside, and slammed it shut behind him.

Luke stood there, staring at the closed door for several long seconds before shaking his head. “That didn’t go as planned.”