Savage lord dark mafia r.., p.1
Savage Lord: Dark Mafia Romance, page 1
Savage Lord
He was all I was once dreaming of. Now he's my worst nightmare…
Faye Pierce
Contents
Thank you
About the book
Playlist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Afterword
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Thank you
About the Author
Thank you
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About the book
He was never a fairy-tale prince. He's a beast...
Stephan Lord is not only the new mafia king. He is also my greatest enemy. Brutally cruel but heartbreakingly beautiful, he has been tormenting me my whole life.
He ridiculed me, humiliated me, and now he is back for more. But this time, he needs me.
He can tease me, spank me, and play with my body all he wants. Now, I have something he desires as well.
But to give in to him, he will have to pay a price...
Playlist
If you need music for everything, like I do… Here’s a playlist to listen to while reading my book.
Shake it out – Florence + The Machine
In the City – Kevin Rudolf
Going Under – Evanescence
Go Fuck Yourself – Two Feet
My Superman – Santigold
Get Some – Lykke Li
Future Starts Slow – The Kills
Wildest Moments – Jessie Ware
R U Mine? – Arctic Monkeys
Fleur Blance – Orsten
Showstopper – Brandon & Leah
Hold It Against Me – Sam Tsui
A Girl Like You – Edwyn Collins
October & April – The Rasmus, Anette Olzon
Tainted Love - Kwan
Save me feat. Helene – Morandi
Love Song Requiem – Trading Yesterday
Because of You – Kelly Clarkson
Too Close – Alex Clare
Paradise – Coldplay
Far Away – Nickelback
You can find the complete playlist on Spotify
Chapter One
Diana
I’ve always liked the snow.
I think that sitting here, watching the snowfall covering every inch of my family’s home, is one of the more peaceful ways to spend an evening.
My mom’s been searching for me for the better part of half an hour now. I’ve heard her walking up and down the halls, first calling my name and then screeching it. Dunno why she didn’t think to check the balcony; I’m always out here.
Since Nathaniel went missing, she is holding onto me far more tightly. Too tightly. It’s not that I don’t love my mother, or that I have a bad relationship with her, because I don’t. Most days, my mother is one of my very best friends, but since her son—my brother, also known as the head of the Angelo family—Nathaniel went missing, she’s been a little less composed.
She plays the dutiful, stoic leader and stands in whenever there’s anybody around, but whenever it’s just the two of us and those loyal to the Angelo family in the house, she can get a little neurotic.
I get it.
She’s lost her son, her oldest child, and she’s left with me. Nathaniel is the sort of man you can turn to for anything at all; he fit my father’s shoes perfectly whenever he stepped in as head of the family. I know she worries that if an unknown something happened to Nathaniel of all people, it might very well happen to me as well.
She’s been waiting for a ransom call—we all have—for some news as to his condition, and things have been painfully silent. My mother had no desire to be head of this family; she never wanted to run the empire any more than I have. The stress of it alone has been doing terrible things to both her body and her persona.
Nathaniel was always more like Dad, loud and larger than life. Being the head of the family was never a burden to him. It was a crown that he was happy to wear, and he was well suited for it. I was more than happy to let him handle the whole thing. Even if a woman was allowed to run the show as head of the family, I wouldn’t have wanted it anyway. It was too starchy, and I like my freedom. Just another reason why I like driving.
There’s no way to know what happened to Nathaniel or where he might be, but I know in my bones that he’s alive somewhere. We have the best private investigators and our entire network of contacts working on finding out leads and information.
I just hope they find something soon.
I think that’s the second biggest worry in my mother’s mind, that without a male to lead the family she’s not sure how long she will be able to bide our time before the vultures start to circle, intent on picking apart the famous Angelo family bit by bit.
Perhaps that’s why I need my alone time even more right now.
Sometimes, looking my mother in the face, and seeing the silent question of if Nathaniel is dead or not on her features is more than I can handle.
Attached to my bedroom is a small balcony, the sort of setup that is great for reading while enjoying early morning coffee. The view of the grounds is absolutely stunning. You can see everything for at least half a mile, and it’s high up enough to see clearly over the stables. My mother will likely head down there next to where her beloved racing horses are barned, being kept warm and well cared for by a whole team of equestrians. I’ve always liked it down there, but I’ve never been much of a rider.
Beside my balcony, the roof slants downward and is easy enough to step onto. I’m sitting there now, listening to her searching through the open balcony doors. The carpet just inside of my room is going to be soaked through with the melted snow, and I just can’t bring myself to care. It’s peaceful, and after the day that I’ve had, I need peace. Whatever my mother wants me to do is just going to have to wait.
I pull my blanket further around my shoulders, pulling my glass of red wine closer to my body as the snow swallows up all of the sounds around me. The entirety of our property is blanketed in white.
Sure enough, moments later, warm yellow light spills out over the grounds below me, disrupting the stillness of the night, and my mother starts stomping her way out toward the stables in search of me. She’ll get distracted in there. She always does. I chuckle to myself, content to spend my evening attempting to uncoil the knots of tension and dread that have taken hold of my shoulders and threaten to cripple me.
The door to my bedroom slams open, and I nearly fumble the wine right out of my hand.
“Miss!”
I don’t have time to even clamber off the roof before the owner of the voice is stomping through my room. She slammed the door so hard behind her that I can hear the thing bounce in the frame before she comes barreling onto the balcony.
“Oh, Diana! It’s the worst thing ever!” Violet wails. She’s never been very good as a maid, but she’s always been a much better friend to me. I think we blurred the lines between staff and friendship too far, too long ago to even attempt to put things back the way they were. She could stop working tomorrow, and I think she would still stay here on payroll just so that I can hang out with her every day.
If it were anybody else, I might have taken more offense to the intrusion, or at the very least I might seem slightly more concerned about the tone that she’s using. The clear urgency is written all over her face, but the unfortunate truth of the matter is that Violet’s always been on the dramatic side. Until I know what the cause for the theatrics is, I don’t know what level of invested I need to be.
“What is it, V? You know that I can’t understand you when you cry that hard.” My voice is nothing but patient as I scoot from the roof tiles toward my friend. I make it to the edge of the roof before she throws herself at me, and I’m forced to scoop her up into my blanket as I hold her.
“V, you’re trembling.” My hands rub in alternating directions, wrapped in blanket, up and down her back. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
If she makes me guess then we are going to be here for a
“It’s Thomas!”
My shoulders relax, something she takes instant offense to and pulls away.
“No! Diana, it's not what you think!”
“And what do I think, V? Did you break up again?”
“What?! No!” she blubbers, as if that hadn’t happened twice last week, not that she ever let that impressively sized rock off her finger for a second. They had called off their wedding more times than I could count. At this point, I was almost going to take the bet that Girard, my butler, kept offering me as to if she was actually going to make it down the aisle with Thomas. I didn’t mind the guy; he was a security guard assigned to the perimeters of our house. They had a really cute little love story, but man, was it hard to keep up with them.
“Then what happened?”
“They took him!”
That sobers me up quickly. “Who took him? Tell me exactly what happened, V,” I say seriously, my hands gripping her arms and forcing her to look into my eyes. Her normally pale face is ruddy and peppered with splotches from her crying. Her gorgeous red hair is a halo of messy curls sticking out of the bun that she attempts to wrangle it into for work, but it nearly always comes undone over the course of the day. She looks like she’s been crying a while.
“I—” Violet sniffs. She pulls away from me and starts pacing the length of my balcony like the rapidly thickening snow if of no consequence to her whatsoever. “I don’t know…he was at his new job when he called me.”
“The moonlighting one?”
Violet nods. “Mhm, the one he’s been doing to get those store discounts that he likes. He’s trying to let me redecorate our space before the wedding—he’s sweet like that.” Violet’s chin dimples as if him being sweet and indulging in her rapidly changing opinions on decor makes her miss him even more. “We were on the phone, and he started whispering to me really fast. I tried to tell him that I couldn’t understand what he was saying, and he needed to slow down…that I couldn’t hear him. And he shushed me, which he never does. And then he got real quiet…it switched over to a video call, but then he dropped the phone and-and there were feet, and they came up on him real quiet, and I could see them fighting, and then he hit the ground. My baby, he fell to the ground, and I couldn’t do anything! And they took him—they took him away!”
“Who took him, V? Did you see any of their faces?” I’m already switching into defensive mode; that internal training and my desire to constantly fix things is already kicking in hard. “Tell me he told you who they were…or what he thought. Tell me that he told you something that will help us get him back.”
Violet flusters, and I can see her attempting to squash down the dramatics and recall anything that might be useful.
“He didn’t do anything, did he? I know you hate talking about it, V, but he did have that gambling problem…are you sure that it wasn’t—”
“No! I’ve been watching our accounts so close, and he’s banned from like all the bars here. You know that. He can’t even step foot into a casino, and I thank you for that, so much. He said something about the Lords…”
My jaw tightens, anger heating my core, and suddenly I can’t feel the snow at all. “Rat bastards,” I swear, my teeth grinding together. “What could they want with Thomas? Everybody knows that he does guard work for us. He’s supposed to be protected.”
As is everybody that works for the Angelo family. We’re a bit of a big deal, something that I choose not to acknowledge overly often unless it suits me. Plenty of people would love to be the beloved daughter of a powerful mafia family, sure—and then there’s the Angelo family. We’re practically royalty in this town, rivaled by only one family: the Lords.
If they have the nerve to interfere with our business…that’s not a misunderstanding.
“What am I going to do?!” Violet’s lip sucks between her teeth, the panic gripping her again. “What if they hurt him? I can’t lose him, Diana. I can’t…I love him.”
“I know you do, V. Nothing bad is going to happen to him.”
She came to me for a reason after all.
“I’m going to fix this. Right now. Don’t you worry.” I wrap her into my blanket and pull the edges around her tightly, leaning in to kiss her forehead in a friendly gesture. “You sit here and flip through channels or something to kill the time, and I’ll be back with Thomas before you know it.”
“What are you going to do?!”
“I may not like it, but I know the Lord family very well, V. They will talk to me if I show up on their door, and it’s going to mean a hell of a lot more coming from me and asking soft questions than it will if my mom goes over there and starts throwing around accusations, don’t you think?”
Violet looks like she might want to protest but thinks better of it. Even if she did, I’ve made up my mind, and there’s no way that I’m going to change it. “The snow…Diana, you can’t go. Haven’t you heard the news? They are saying that a blizzard is supposed to hit town any hour now. They’ve been telling people to stock up on candles and water in case we are all without power for a few days. I can’t let you go out there.”
“Let me?”
“You can’t go! Thomas is already missing. I’m not going to have you chasing after him on my behalf and then have to have a search team dig you and your car out of a snowbank weeks from now because you got swallowed by the blizzard!”
I stop, looking out over the grounds once more. I take extra care to study the sky, judging the clouds and how the snow is presently falling, and shake my head. “No, I’ll be fine. I just have to go now.”
“I’m coming with you.”
