Dark angel: a mafia romance -- book three: a violent love affair (erotic romance)

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Book 3: A Violent Love Affair


A Contemporary Erotic Romance by Angela Jordan


(13,100 words)


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A Violent Love Affair


Chapter One


“Take care of Carlo… or I will.”

That phrase had been haunting me ever since I heard the news report saying Carlo Fernelli had been found dead. When I saw it on TV, my heart had stopped. They said it was suspected that he was a victim of a robbery gone wrong, but that seemed just too coincidental – especially considering what had happened the night of my friend Amanda’s engagement party. And though I didn’t want to admit to myself – didn’t want to say the words – I knew why I felt so scared.

And yet, here I was...

Trepidation filled me as I exited the taxi in front of the sleek, modern, mid-rise building in the heart of city. A light breeze fluttered through my hair, making me shiver in the brisk evening wind. I suddenly wished I’d thought to wear a jacket.  Murmuring a “thank you” to the doorman as he held the door open for me, I paused for a moment to look up at the steel tower before I entered the building. My dark angel was waiting for me upstairs in his apartment, and though I couldn’t quite believe it, I was once again about to enter his domain. I could feel my palms growing damp with apprehension, and I gripped the handles of my purse even tighter. I was both thrilled and terrified to see Angelo DeSilvo again, but one thing was for sure: efter everything that had happened, I knew this was something I had to do.

Man up, Karen…

Last night I’d taken the coward’s way out. After hearing the news report, I’d cancelled my plans with Angelo DeSilvo, telling him that I had missed a deadline for edits on my new book and had to finish them. I knew he saw through my excuse, but thankfully he’d left me alone. His quick acceptance of my excuse had left me slumped over with relief, but a little part of me was also troubled at the fact he’d given in so easily. Did he suspect something?

This wasn’t me. Normally I never hid from the bad shit life threw at me, and I was pissed at myself for burying my head in the sand, even for just one night. But hearing the news report had rocked my senses. I was in uncharted territory, and I needed answers to know how to proceed. I needed to face Angelo, to talk to him about my concerns, and I hoped that his answers could help ease the worry that had my belly tied in knots.

So tonight was the night, and here I was. I walked into the lobby of the building, over to the guard at the desk. “Karen Blackwell to see Angelo DeSilvo,” I told him, my voice sounding stronger than I felt.

The guard typed a few keystrokes into his computer then smiled at me. “Ah, Ms. Blackwell. Yes, go right ahead.”

His kind face threw me off-guard, piercing my tough façade in an instant. I could only respond with a weak smile in return as he waved me on. The last time I’d come here with Angelo, he’d had my name placed on the visitor list, granting me unrestricted access to his floor. At the time, it had given me a warm feeling. For someone as guarded as Angelo to allow me into his world, I knew it was a big deal, and it was something I appreciated greatly. But now?

…I wasn’t quite sure anymore, about anything. Which was all the more reason this had to happen. Tonight.

I didn’t have the best track record when it came to relationships. In the past I’d been known to have a short attention span when it came to men – always casting about, searching for something, though I wasn’t even quite sure what that something really was. But with Angelo, all that had changed. He had me completely captivated; I craved him like an addict craved a fix. His touch, his fire – that was my drug of choice, and I couldn’t seem to get enough.

My hands shook slightly as I hit the button and I was forced to wait for the elevator.Damn it.“Calm down, Karen,” I whispered under my breath. “You’ve got this.” When the doors opened I walked in and hit the button for Angelo’s floor, leaning back against the wall as it began to rise. As the car moved, my thoughts were consumed with everything that had happened in the last few days.

I’d run into Angelo DeSilvo at the party on Friday night, not knowing that my best friend was engaged to be married to his cousin. When I saw my dark angel I’d tried to resist, but he had a power over me that I couldn’t explain. Since meeting him, nothing in my world had been the same. It was like I had been living in the dark before him. And then Angelo, all of a sudden, had blasted into my life in vivid, vibrant color.

Rage had filled me as I saw him with another woman. Jealousy was new for me, and I hated it. It had taken me by surprise, and left me shaken and off-balance. I’d needed to get away from him, so I stepped outside for some air. But before I’d found my focus, Angelo found me – and he’d taken me there, out in the shadows, standing on the balcony of his restaurant. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but every time he touched me I lost my mind. He overwhelmed my senses, so that nothing mattered but his hands on me. I couldn’t deny the need that tore through me when we came together, and I was slowly learning to just stop fighting it. One thing I could always count on was that Angelo seemed to need me just as much as I did him, and he was as helpless to fight the attraction as I was. We needed each other with a desperation that bordered on insanity, and it gave me comfort that I wasn’t suffering alone.

We made love in the shadows, solidifying our connection to one another with that same raw, brutal need. I’d loved feeling my back scraping against the stone wall as he’d pounded himself into me, filling me with his essence as if he was somehow marking me, branding me so that no other man could follow.

Of course, I’d been embarrassed when I found out that the woman I’d seen him with had been his sister. On the other hand, Angelo’s reaction to seeing me with my gay friend Jonathan had been equally as telling.  Angelo didn’t like other men around me, and his possessiveness excited me even as it frustrated me to the point of screaming. There was something primal about it, and I had to admit I took some small pleasure in the angry fire that had burned in his eyes that night.

But all that passion wasn’t what was on my mind right now. It was that newscast – and what had happened before it. After that encounter outside, I’d retreated to the ladies room to try and put myself back together before we rejoined the party. But when I walked out, I’d seen Angelo facing off with Carlo Fernelli. Carlo was a young punk, and that night he’d been drunk and insulting. That wasn’t what worried me – Carlo was just a kid. But his older cousin, Vicenzo… When Vincenzo Fernelli had spoken with Angelo it had been like two wild predators facing off. I’d let it go, but the warning Angelo had given Vincenzo regarding Carlo Fernelli had a shiver of fear running down my spine.  It scared me, I couldn’t deny that. And it had given me the faintest hint, just a whisper, of how dangerous my dark angel really was.

But I’d quickly forgotten that fear, to the extent that I could. Deciding to give our relationship a chance, I’d spent the weekend with Angelo at his penthouse apartment. Up until that point, I had let him take me over completely – though to be honest, I didn’t reallylethim do anything. He did what he wanted, and I was never sure just how much power to resist I really possessed. He was like a force of nature, one that completely consumed me whenever he was near. Since the moment I’d met him, Angelo had been like a savage and sensual beast, destroying me with wicked pleasure as he played upon my body with skills that left me breathless.

Never one to just lay back and take it, I had needed to show him that I could match his passion and challenge his will. I wanted us – no, Ineededus to be equals. The feelings I had for him were so strong, I could barely take it; but still, all the same, I could never be happy with allowing him to think I couldn’t stand up to him as my own person.

So, in a complete role-reversal I’d taken charge of his pleasure, tormenting and teasing him to the breaking point. I’d reveled in the way I had made him lose control as I rode him to climax. His sensual groans of pleasure had been like music to my ears, and I wanted more.Muchmore. And my dark angel was happy to oblige.

After that night, something seemed to settle into place between us. We’d been like any other couple, working to build a relationship together. But with Angelo, the transition had been seamless. Every minute I spent with him made it seem like I’d known him for years instead of days. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, and we’d made love in almost every room of his apartment that passionate weekend. It really was like a drug, a love-fueled binge. Every time we came together, it just made me want him that much more.

Yesterday morning I’d left his apartment feeling happier than I’d been in a long time. He had insisted on driving me home before he’d gone into work that day. When his driver had pulled up in front of my building, Angelo had taken my lips in a kiss so carnal it had left me breathless with anticipation of seeing him again.

I’d been looking forward to having lunch with Angelo’s sister Maria. I enjoyed her company, but something she had said had created a crack in foundation of happiness. The hints about their family’s dark secrets left me feeling uneasy, and I was never the time to be satisfied not asking questions.

So here I was. I looked at my reflection in the elevator and saw my violet eyes blushed with fatigue, even beneath the layer of make-up I had taken the time to put on. I hadn’t slept well last night, the worry making me toss and turn until I’d finally fallen into an exhausted and restless slumber. After a long, hot shower this morning, I’d tried to refuel with a large mug of coffee to counteract the lack of sleep. It hadn’t worked, except to send my mind racing even faster. I’d been useless all day and it was late afternoon when I’d finally gotten the courage to call Angelo, telling him we needed to talk.

His voice had sounded clipped on the phone, bordering on brusque. It gave me comfort that it sounded like he hadn’t gotten more sleep than I did, and that had me immediately feeling guilty, thinking I was the cause of his restlessness.

I told him I’d meet him at his apartment whenever he was available, and I’d been surprised to hear that he was already at home. I’d dressed quickly, throwing on a plain black three-quarter-length shirt and a pair of comfortable caramel-colored Capri pants. I put my long jet-black hair up in a clip, so I wouldn’t have to deal with it, grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

Now, only moments away from seeing Angelo again, my nerves were making me a jittery mess. But even in my agitated state, I felt my body heat up at the thought of seeing him again.

Angelo was a dangerous man, and if I was being honest, the darkness inside him made him even more irresistible to me. I had a particular weakness for bad boys, and Angelo was the epitome of every wild fantasy I’ve ever had.  In some twisted, messed-up way, he was perfect for me.

But before things could go any further between us, I needed to know just how bad he really was. I liked to think I was a fairly tolerant woman, butmurder?That was something I couldn’t just ignore. And even if it turned out Angelo had nothing to do with this, all these secrets he was keeping from me were creating a divide I couldn’t live with. I needed to be able to trust him, one hundred percent, and I couldn’t do that if I knew he was keeping things from me.

The elevator came to a stop on his floor, and I took a deep breath as the doors opened. Walking across the marble foyer, I crossed over to Angelo’s apartment. I stood silently, trying to gather the courage to knock, when the door opened.

And there he was…

Chapter Two


Angelo DeSilvo stood framed in the doorway, looking like a dark god, so handsome he didn’t seem real. His midnight black hair was tousled as if he had been running his hands through it all day, and his dark eyes looked haunted. Dressed in black lounge pants and a casual white, linen button-down shirt, he still looked good enough to grace the cover of any magazine. His casual apparel did nothing to mask the masculine beauty of his body. It didn’t matter what he was wearing – in a suit or in jeans, he would still be just as devastating to my senses.

God, I wanted him.

Just seeing him again had me growing wet, my body preparing for him.

My breath caught and my heart pounded in my chest as our eyes met and locked. I saw his hands grow white with strain as he gripped the doorway tight. My body clenched as I remember the feeling of those hands on my body, and I had to fight back to urge to throw myself at him and rip off his clothes.

“Cara mia.”

His voice was like sex, dark and sinful. He was the same dark angel he’d always been, the man who’d somehow captured my soul and laid claim to my heart.

It didn’t make sense. None of it did. I’d only known Angelo for a little over a week, but somehow I had begun to fall in love with this man standing before me. I wanted to tell him, wanted to throw myself into his arms and never let go – but of course, that couldn’t happen. We had things to discuss.

“Hello, Angelo.”

We stared at one another, as if searching for some way to figure each other out in the silence. It pained me, this distance between us. After a long moment, I gave in and forced myself to take the first step to bridge the gap between us. I reached out to him, and the relief I felt when he immediately took my hand in his almost brought me to my knees.

My hand tingled where he touched me. I knew there was nothing I wanted more that to be with this man. I allowed him to pull me into his apartment, and simply breathed him in as he wrapped his arms around me, burying his face into my hair. I stood there, content to just hold on to him, taking comfort from his embrace. He smelled of a shower, clean and fresh with a faint masculine scent that was all him, all Angelo. We stayed like that for a long minute. Finally, he pulled back. He looked into my eyes, his own sober as he closed the door and locked us in.

I put my purse down onto the table in the hallway, and allowed him to lead me into the living room. I relished the intimacy of his casual gesture. I knew he was a man who liked his privacy; he didn’t have to say anything for me to know that not many people were invited into this inner sanctum of his. Looking around the room, I realized how much it told me about him. This was his domain. The deep, rich colors that Angelo had chosen suited him. The warm dark brown leather couch and loveseats were accented with red and gold pillows. He had a variety of old world Italian art on the walls on the shelves of his bookcase that I knew cost a fortune.

I didn’t care about his money, though. I wanted the man behind the polished veneer of wealth and privilege. Shockingly, I realized that I loved it best when Angelo was wild and untamed.

But no matter how attractive I found his dark side, I need to protect myself, and I couldn’t do that unless I knew what was going on.

“Please, have a seat.”

Looking at the coffee table, I saw that Angelo had opened a bottle of red wine that he’d poured into a decanter to breathe. I took a seat on the couch next to him and watched as he poured the dark-ruby liquid into two wine glasses.

Okay, Karen,I told myself.Enough stalling.

The time had come to lay it all out between us, and see if we could survive the fallout.

“I lied.”

I blinked as I said the words.Crap.I hadn’t meant to start with this, but there it was. It had been festering inside me and I could no longer contain it. I watched as he set the decanter and glass he had just filled on the coffee table. He looked at me with those dark, mysterious eyes of his and saw his beautiful lips curl up in a sad smile.

“I know,” he replied, his eyes not betraying anything more than that.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to see you,” I insisted. “I just… I had deadlines, and…”

It was true. I had edits I had to send off to my publisher, but they weren’t as pressing as I had made them seem on the phone to him last night. I blew out a breath. I had planned what I’d wanted to say, but my mind was too jumbled to keep on task and this distance between us was killing me. I desperately needed to find out what had happened to Carlo, but for some reason I needed to deal with my own guilt first. And right now, the sadness on Angelo’s handsome face was making me tremble with the need to put this behind us quickly, so we could get back to that happy place I felt the world had created just for us.

He turned so he was facing me, his dark eyes sober. “Enough of this. I need to know, Karen, are you here to end things with me?”

“No!” I gripped his hands in mine and struggled to find the words I wanted to say to him. Taking a deep, calming breath, I took the plunge. “I don’t want that. I want to be with you, but… I’m worried, Angelo. I have some concerns.”

His nostrils flared, and his eyes took on a heated intensity that made me clench my thighs together. “Well then tell me,cara.Tell me what I need to do to ease that worry.”

His demand made me melt. That one hoarse statement said it all. He was just as determined as I was to make this work. And if he was willing to fight for us, how could I do anything less?

“Well… yesterday when I had lunch with your sister, she told me some things that made me uneasy.”

His hands tightened on mine as his dark eyes glittered with anger. “Damn it. What did Maria tell you?”

“It wasn’t anything concrete, but she told me the same thing you did – about… about your family. That there were things that I was better off not knowing. That I shouldn’t ask any questions. It makes me think there are things you are hiding from me… and that troubles me.”

There, I’d said it. He opened his mouth to speak, but I gently placed my finger over his lips to silence him. I wanted to get everything out on the table before he responded.

“I went home, thinking I would clear my head for a bit before I came back here to meet you. But then I saw the news…” Angelo’s body stiffened and I knew he was aware of what I had seen. Still, I felt the need to say it.

“…I saw that Carlo Fenerlli had been found dead.”

He pulled his hands away from me, his dark eyes going instantly blank. “Do you think I killed him,cara?”

“No!”  My answer came immediately,and it surprised me with its forcefulness. As soon as I said the word, I knew without a doubt that I trusted him. In my heart, I didn’t believe he had killed anyone. He must have sensed this in my answer, because his body relaxed again. He stayed silent, eyes probing my face, waiting for me to speak again.

“No, I don’t,” I continued. “But it scares me that you and that Vincenzo guy were talking about Carlo, and then he ended up dead the same night. It’s just so crazy. All of this is way out of the ordinary for me, and… I just don’t know what to think.” I stared at him deeply. “I need you to tell me what is going on, Angelo.”

His dark eyes searched mine. He spoke slowly, choosing each word with care. “You believe me when I tell you I didn’t have anything to do with Carlo’s murder?”

“Yes, I believe you. Of course I believe you.” I felt so cruel for doubting him. My eyes welled up with emotion, and my voice cracked as I spoke. 

I hadn’t even finished saying the words when he grabbed me and pulled me to him, dragging me onto his lap and holding me so tight I could barely breathe. I yelped in surprise. His face was filled with pure, unadulterated relief. “Thank god,cara mia. I thought I had lost you.”

His lips crashed down on mine, stoking the fires between us so that the connection between us was instantly and passionately reaffirmed. There was a hint of desperation in his kiss and I stroked his tongue with mine, meeting him beat for beat, soothing his frantic need.

I felt the hard ridge of his erection underneath me and my body instantly answered with a rush of liquid proof of my desire for him. My body clenched, wanting to feel him moving inside me again, but I fought to hold my need for him until we finished talking.

“Don’t fight me,” he whispered before he took my mouth again in a bruising kiss. “I can’t take it if you pull away from me again.”

“I won’t,” I swore, giving in to his kiss. “I’m here. I’m right here with you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close to me as I felt his big body shudder with relief.

We fed off each other, giving and taking in equal measure. The desperate need I felt in him eased until his hands rubbed my back in soothing motions instead of holding tight as if trying to stop me from pulling away. I gentled him with sweet kisses, kneading the thick muscles of my shoulders with my hands.

“I can’t do without you,cara mia,” he whispered, and my heart soared. Leaning back, I cupped his beloved face in my hands and leaned my forehead against his.

“I want to be with you, Angelo. So much that it scares me.”

He smiled. “Don’t be afraid of what is between us, Karen. You’re safe with me.”

I paused at that. “Am I?” I’d meant it to sound teasing, but the words came out deadly serious. Still, I couldn’t help but ask. I knew I was asking a lot from him -- we hadn’t known each other long, but the things I felt for him made me vulnerable to him. I couldn’t give myself to a man I didn’t know anything about, despite how much I wanted him.

“I need to know what you are hiding from me,” I said, my words falling out of me in a rush. “I’ve been lied to in the past, and I can’t – Iwon’tbe with someone who isn’t honest with me. I don’t want anything standing in the way of us being together, and you keeping secrets is doing that. It makes me question everything. I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but—”

He stopped me mid-sentence with a caress of my lips.

“Shh,cara mia. I feel the same way. I want only truth between us, believe me. You have to understand that this is hard for me to talk about.”

I wrapped by arms around him, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. He held me to him tight, and I loved the way my body fit against his as I nestled into him. We lay there together a moment, in comfortable silence. I felt him pull the clip from my hair so he could run his fingers through the thick strands.

“When I heard the news of Carlo’s death yesterday, I knew you’d have questions. It’s a complicated story,cara.I was sad when I heard, but you have to understand that he lived a very dangerous life.” He sighed. “For you to understand everything, I… have to give you a little history.”

I sat up. “Okay.”This sounded promising. Reaching out, I grabbed the wine glasses and handed him one. I took a sip of my own and waited until he was ready to speak.

“My father used to own a butcher shop, passed down to him by his father. The shop was humble, but he had a dream – he wanted to build a life here, and the family business was his ticket. He worked hard, found success, and from those beginnings created DeSilvo’s. It started as a small family restaurant, but he put his heart and soul into it. It grew, of course – and then he met my mother. They used to talk about how it had been love at first sight. She had come in to DeSilvo’s and their eyes had met from across the room… and that was all it took.”

My heart fluttered as he took my hand in his, linking our fingers together. His parents’ story made me think of my first meeting with Angelo. All it had taken was one look, and I’d been hooked – no matter how hard I had tried to fight it. Watching Angelo’s dark eyes glittering back at me, I knew he was thinking the same thing.

“Even in this day and age, some of the old Italian families are at war with one another – you’ve heard the stories in the news. But my father always steered clear of all that. He always wished Italians would just stick together. It’s a close-knit community, after all, and everyone knows each other. But even though we’re so connected, there’s always some conflict or another going on – some disagreement between factions of the community. And my mother’s family was no exception.” He grimaced, taking a sip of his wine. “My mother’s family has a certain…reputationin the neighborhood. At first they’d been upset that my father hadn’t taken their side in their disputes, but in time they came to respect him for his ability to stay neutral. Somehow, despite all the feuding, my father was able to stay above it all.”

He leaned back on the couch and sighed. “I’ve worked very hard to keep the legacy my father passed down to me. When my parents died, they left my sister and I a very generous amount of money. I invested it wisely, and it’s given me a comfortable living. I expanded DeSilvo’s, bought Bliss, and—” he looked at me hard for a second. “This is a bit of a secret, but I’m also a silent partner in my cousin’s club – Fever. You’ve probably heard of it.”

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