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  Renato

  Dark Mafia Billionaire Romance

  Calabresi Mafia

  Book Three

  L.K. Ryan

  Contents

  Disclaimer

  Calabresi Family

  Introduction

  Acknowledgments

  Synopsis

  1. Renato

  2. Sonya

  3. Renato

  4. Renato

  5. Sonya

  6. Renato

  7. Sonya

  8. Renato

  9. Sonya

  10. Renato

  11. Sonya

  12. Renato

  13. Sonya

  14. Renato

  15. Renato

  16. Sonya

  17. Renato

  18. Sonya

  19. Renato

  20. Sonya

  21. Renato

  22. Sonya

  23. Renato

  24. Sonya

  25. Renato

  26. Sonya

  27. Renato

  28. Sonya

  29. Renato

  30. Sonya

  31. Renato

  32. Sonya

  33. Renato

  34. Sonya

  35. Renato

  36. Sonya

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Elio Jr

  Elio Jr

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  Copyright © 2022 by L.K. Ryan

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  Disclaimer

  Warning: There are a few scenes that may trigger. Be aware. Contains strong language and explicit sexual content and is only intended for mature readers. A Dark Mafia Billionaire romance with an asshole alpha male, possessive, and aggressive. This story may contain unconventional situations, language, and sexual encounters that may offend some readers. This book is for mature readers (18+).

  Calabresi Family

  Elio Calabresi - Father, Retired Don

  Adelina Calabresi - Mother

  Savio Calabresi - Boss

  Sante Calabresi - Underboss

  Renato Calabresi - Enforcer

  Elio III - Consigliere

  Vincenzo - CEO of Calabresi Holdings

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  Acknowledgments

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  Synopsis

  Renato

  The night started as usual with me finding someone to take care of my needs, and the only problem was that I didn’t expect any complications or feelings to get involved. As the enforcer of the Calabresi family, my heart held no love for anyone outside my parents and brothers. So tell me why the devil in a blue dress that left in the middle of the night while I slept held a secret that I wasn’t sure I could forgive, let alone live with. They say flings aren’t for everyone, and they may be correct, but this one brought something I couldn’t keep at bay for long.

  A fling, hate to love, marriage of convenience Dark Mafia romance, Book 3 in an interconnecting, stand-alone series, and guaranteed to have an HEA.

  Chapter 1

  Renato

  My brother was part owner of a gentleman’s club before he got married, which I visited to let off some steam after completing a job. A few staff members greeted me as I passed through the VIP area. A few bottle girls smiled when they saw me but stayed away. In the past, I’d opted for a warm body to relieve some stress after a long night, but a drink would do for now.

  “Boss, did you hear me?” Ian nudged me and passed the bottle of scotch.

  “No, what did you say?”

  “You want to get some private dancers up here?”

  I watched the crowd move in sync with the music from the DJ.

  “Not tonight.” I exhaled a groan rivaling a rusty hinge.

  “Come on, you always leave with somebody.”

  “Too tired,” I retorted.

  “That was a huge score we landed.”

  Tonight was Ian’s chance to handle an enemy of the family that popped up and made noise. He’d been skimming off the top for a few months, and we never caught him after he was told we were looking for him. Tonight, he came back into town.

  “Shit!” I heard him curse.

  “What?”

  “That dancer over there.”

  The dark lights covered the left side of the cage she was dancing in. Her breasts were plump, her backside curvy, and her legs long. I squinted my eyes to get a good look; she reminded me of someone.

  “Who is that?” I questioned.

  “She must be new.”

  Ian had suggested we come here almost weekly, if we weren’t out working for my family.

  She flipped her hair back and wheeled around, and I finally saw her face, and my eyes bucked wide in surprise. I jumped up, ran out of the VIP booth and down the steps, and pushed through the crowd.

  “Boss!” I heard Ian call my name as I reached the cage, but he was not important.

  “Argh! Let me go!”

  I reached out, grabbed the cage door, yanked it open, and pulled her out.

  “Shut the fuck up!” My voice was laced with frustration.

  “Help! He’s trying to kill me!” she choked out.

  Some of the guards tried to walk up on me, and I pulled my gun from my side and aimed it at them.

  “If you don’t follow me, then see what happens.” A twinge of anger laced my voice.

  “Help! He’s crazy!” she hollered, trying to peel my hand off.

  “Shut up!” I shot back.

  “Come on, Renato. Do we need to call Savio or Sante?” a guard groaned.

  To make a statement, I lifted the gun, aimed at his foot, and shot him.

  “You’re crazy!” she screamed and dropped to the ground. I pulled her to the back exit, shoved her to the wall, and removed my jacket to cover her body. She was only wearing panties and tassels on her breasts.

  “Please let me go,” she pleaded, her eyes squeezed into thin slits.

  “Where’s my money?” My jaw clenched.

  “Renato, I’ll get it for you.” Her fists drew up like angry stones.

  “I want it now.” I jerked a thumb in her direction.

  “I can get it out of the bank tomorrow,” she lied.

  I pressed the gun to the side of her head.

  “Either you give it to me right now, or I will kill you.”

  “Please, no! I… I’ll… get your money, just don’t hurt me.” She pleaded with a distraught look.

  “Tell me why I should spare you.” I caught her in a dark gaze.

  “Because I—”

  Pop! Pop!

  Gunshots not from my gun went off, and I slid to the side of the wall. My back was to the wall, and I gazed out into the crowd from there. Gunmen were robbing the club. I glanced behind me; Sonya pushed the door open and ran out through the back alley.

  Pop! Popppp!!!

  “Renato!” I heard Ian yell out my name. I didn’t have time to chase after Sonya. I’d need to pay to have my guys look into her more.

  Rattata!

  I returned fire, ducked down, and eased over to the back of the bar to catch up with Ian.

  “Where the fuck did you go?” Ian checked his chamber.

  “Doesn’t matter. Who the fuck is shooting at us?”

  Ian stood and caught one of the guys on the shoulder. He dropped the gun and grabbed his arm.

  “I don’t know, but we need to get out of here.”

  Boiling with fury, I ground my teeth and clenched my jaw so tightly it hurt.

  “My car’s in the back.” I mentally prepared myself for the fact that I might get shot trying to get out of here, but I wouldn’t go down by myself. I glanced toward the ceiling at the strobe lights and figured I could get them taken out first and run out the back alley.

  Pop! Pop!

  “Follow my lead.”

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Ian shouted. I rose, pulled the second pistol from behind me, and delivered three shots toward the lights. I sent the other gun to the two men that stood by the stage. They bent down. I ran out of bullets, abandoned the revolver, and motioned for Ian to get up.

  “Let’s go!” I yelled, ran out the back exit to my car, and hopped inside. Ian leaped into the passenger side. I slipped my keys in the ignition and pulled out.

  Pop! Pop!

  Bullets shattered my back window. As I sped up, Ian leaned out the side window and sent shots back. Turning out of the back alley to the main street, I looked out the side window to make sure no one was following me.

  “Shit! That was close.” Ian sat back in his seat and put his s
eat belt on.

  “We need to get the video footage.”

  Ian removed cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, holding it out for me, but I shook my head.

  “I’ll have our guys speak with the manager.”

  “I know I wounded one of them. Keep an eye on the hospitals.”

  We’d just gotten done with the takeover of the Colombo territory, and I hoped this wasn’t another war we’d have to handle. More than anything, I was pissed that my opportunity to get my money from Sonya had been interrupted. That bitch thought she could steal from me and get away. I had been drunk that night, but not fucked up enough to forget her waiting until I went to sleep to take a hundred grand off me. I arrived at Ian’s apartment and left the car running as he talked on the phone.

  “Do you want to call a meeting tomorrow?” Ian held the phone close to his ear and peered at me.

  “Yeah.” I rubbed a hand down my face.

  “Boss wants a meeting with all our men—somebody’s gunning for us,” Ian said, and I felt my phone vibrate in my pants. I slid it up to check the name scrolled across—my father.

  Pops: Come to the house.

  Me: It’s two in the morning.

  Pops: I got a call. You were involved in a shoot-out.

  I slammed my hand on the steering wheel.

  “Shit!” A grimace wrinkled my face.

  “All right, tomorrow.” Ian ended the call.

  Me: No reason for me to ask who told you.

  Pops: Glad you know.

  I closed out of my message thread.

  “Has to be your father since you’re pissed.”

  I nodded with a scowl.

  “He wants me to come to the house.”

  “Someone told him.” Hearing the words, he frowned with sudden concern.

  “Nothing gets by him,” I replied, putting the phone back in my pocket.

  “Keep me updated, Boss.” He pulled himself to his feet, and we shook hands. The door snapped shut before he jogged into his building. I pulled off and headed to my parents’ home. Once there, I punched in the gate’s code and pulled up the driveway toward the house and parked my car. I tore the front door open, not waiting for the butler to let me inside.

  “Renato, come to my office.” Father spoke with his hand around the rustic knob from his office, clearly awaiting my arrival.

  I marched up to him just as it was about to latch closed. He stood near his bar in his robe. Picking up a glass, he poured a small amount of scotch. He motioned with the bottle toward me.

  “I’m good.”

  “What happened?” He stared at me.

  “Shoot-out at the club.”

  “Do you know who it is?”

  “Not sure.” I strolled into the room and sat on the couch.

  “I got a call about it tonight, and I didn’t want to worry your mother.”

  “She shouldn’t worry.”

  “Maybe you should take some time away from the clubs.”

  “I disagree.”

  “That’s not a request, Renato. You’ve had a lot of run-ins lately.”

  I grunted and mumbled under my breath in my native tongue.

  “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

  “Old expression, you should never underestimate advice from your parents, no matter how old you get.”

  “Do Savio and Sante listen to your advice?”

  He smirked at my statement.

  “Maybe this was a wake-up call you need to hand over being the enforcer to someone else.”

  “I’m the best and the only one who can find our enemies.”

  “Any of us can be replaced.”

  “Old man, you’re drinking too much scotch.” I rose from the couch, and he held his hand up to stop me.

  “Tomorrow, we’ll send the video footage to Sante and me.”

  “I don’t need you checking up on me.”

  “Silence!”

  My jaw twitched, and I balled up my fists.

  “Sit this out until we can get information on who tried to kill you tonight.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Renato, that is not a request.” His left brow rose.

  “I’ll think about it.” I turned my back to him, walked out of his office, and headed out of the house. Unlocking on my phone, I sent a message to my tech guy.

  Me: I need you to find information on someone named Sonya.

  Semion: What’s her last name?

  Me: Not sure, but she works at the club Sante co-owns.

  Semion: I’ll look into her.

  Hopping in my car, I drove out of the gates and headed to my home a few blocks from my parents’. I pulled up to the gate, entered my code, and watched them open before I swerved into my circular driveway and parked. I walked up to my door and turned the alarm off before the cops showed up. Even though we had a few people on our payroll, I hated the police because of the corruption. They wanted to put us down when they were just as bad as any mafia. They’d take a payoff to get to the next level in a heartbeat.

  My father knew I wouldn’t stop trying to find out who was behind the shooting. Unlike Savio and Sante, I could move in silence as the enforcer because people didn’t expect me to have to answer to anyone besides Save, and I rarely did that unless I needed approval for a killing.

  After I checked the temperature of the shower, I removed my shirt, pants, and boxers and stepped inside, leaning under the water to let it roll down my back. Showers brought me peace. Thirty minutes later, I climbed into bed, placed my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and remembered why I’d gone to the club in the first place. I felt my dick stir.

  “Shit.” I groaned, slid my hand under the sheets, squeezed my dick, and pictured the full plump lips of the bitch who’d stolen my money wrapped around my dick. The speed of my strokes increased, and I felt the release in the palm of my hand.

  “Fuck!” I needed to shower again. I flung the covers back and hopped out of bed to forget about her other than as an enemy.

  Chapter 2

  Sonya

  I snuggled farther in the bed and pretended last night hadn’t happened. It was like a scene out of a movie with shoot-outs and people screaming, running for safety. I felt like it was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone back to where he could find me so easily. My life had been going okay for the most part, besides working two jobs to support myself and my son.

  Knock!

  “I’m sleeping.”

  “Then why answer?”

  “What time is it?”

  “Eight, and I have to work in an hour.” Brilynn passed a cup of coffee toward me. I eased out of the covers, slid up against the headboard, and took the cup out of her hands.

  “You have work tonight?” Brilynn sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Yeah, but I don’t—”

  Boom! Boom!

  We both jumped at the thudding noise from the door.

  “What the hell!” Brilynn hopped up, and I followed behind her to the living room and gasped in shock. The door is kicked open.

  “I’m here to collect.” Renato smirked and held a gun toward us.

  “Renato, please put the gun down,” I pleaded, raising my hand in surrender.

  Brilynn tried to jerk away from the guard holding her captive.

  Renato motioned with his hand for the guard to let her go.

  “Get away from me,” Brilynn hissed.

  When the sudden cry came from the bedroom, I froze.

  “What’s that noise?” Renato asked.