His Revenge: A Mafia Revenge Romance

Book 4: Omerta Series

by Roxy Sinclaire

Genres: New Adult & College; Action & Adventure; Crime Fiction

Synopsis

I just found out that the man who raised me isn’t my real father.
He was hired by the head of the mafia, Quinn, to kill my family.
But he kept me alive all these years, like his own son.
I’m going to take Quinn’s family down the same he did to mine. One by one.
After seeing his daughter Teagan, I questioned what I was going to do.
Never have I seen a woman as beautiful as her.
She came to my bed that night. Her body was better than chocolate.
I knew I needed her help. As luck of the Irish would have it, convincing her wouldn’t be too hard.
But then I found out she was carrying my baby.
I don’t know if I can avenge my family alone.
Not with her being the mother of my child. Or its grandfather, my major target.
But when I want something, I take it. No compromises.

Release date: May 3, 2017

Publisher: Independently published

Print pages: 220

Sample

Chapter 1

 

Ronan-She Worth It?

 

 

The party was in full swing. The bar, fairly sizeable, seemed to have been shrunk by the size of the crowd. Navigating it would have been annoying if I wasn’t currently on cloud nine and still hyped up on adrenaline.

 

"Hey, man! What the hell are you doing? Everyone's waiting for you at the bar."

 

Usually, some random guy shouting at me would have put me on high alert and in a bad mood. But not tonight.

 

Being a biker wasn’t something I'd ever aspired to be. There was only one reason I took it up, and I was determined to be the best. It still felt surreal.

 

I had just won an underground biker race. And of course, my friends accompanied me to celebrate. As I arrived at the crowded bar, they welcomed me with drunken shouts and the promise of enough alcohol to kill my liver. However, I only had eyes for one person in the room. I ignored everyone else calling me, and the catcalls they threw at me when I ignored them. I squeezed in at the bar, ignoring the good-natured complaints as they moved.

 

It was all worth it when she glanced at me with a big smile on her face.

 

"Ronan, hey!"

 

I was surprised when Teagan leaned toward me with her arms out, but I gladly leaned forward to accept her quick hug. Her soft cheek pressed against mine, strands of her hair tickling my nose when I leaned surreptitiously closer to breathe in her scent. I made sure to pull back quickly, even though I wanted to keep my arms around her, as soon as I felt her drawing away from the hug.

 

"Congrats on winning. It was an awesome race and you definitely deserved first place," she enthused.

 

A pleased smile spread across my face at the sincere praise.

 

"Thanks, Teagan."

 

"Why are you thanking me? You were on your own out there."

 

But the only reason I was there in the first place was because of her. Nothing else. I wouldn’t have gone into the underground circuit of my own free will without a good reason.

 

A year younger than me, tall and beautiful, Teagan. I knew she loved going to the races on the underground biker circuit. It was the reason I decided to be one of the racers. I'd been watching her for a year, looking for the best way to get closer to her. It sounded stalker-like in my head when I thought about it, but it wasn’t like I had any ulterior motives. The one thing I wanted to do, every time I saw her, was to make her happy. Even if a friend had asked me to, I couldn’t turn away from her if I tried. Not anymore.

 

"So how are you going to spend it?"

 

I watched, fascinated, as Teagan took a sip from her glass, looking at me from underneath her eyelashes in a coy look.

 

"Spend what?" I asked.

 

She laughed lightly, threw a light punch on my shoulder. "What else? Your prize money," she clarified.

 

Right. I'd won a lot of money because of the competition. The amount surprised me. I hadn't been eyeing the prize when I took part in the competition, all I thought of was being the best so she would look at me the way she was right now. It wouldn’t have mattered to her if I hadn't won if I did well, but I wanted to impress her. It took hours of practice, training, and a few minor accidents.

 

It was worth it.

 

"I don’t know what I'm going to do with it." Lie. As soon as I heard about it, I knew what I wanted.

 

"Oh, come on, you really have no idea? If you don’t want to buy anything for yourself?  You could grab any woman in here and they'd go with you wherever you said if you shared your earnings."

 

Nice as that was, she probably didn’t include herself in that. I also knew she was just teasing; if I attempted it, especially with her, she'd be mad at me.

 

Besides, she wasn’t exactly hurting for funds. She was one of the few people in the circuit to have fun and enjoy the races instead of trying to earn money, either through racing or gambling on the races. If she were that easy, it wouldn’t have taken me a year to get this close without her blowing me off or pushing me away.

 

Just having her there to celebrate with me was a big win.

 

"I don’t know. I mean, I could, I've had several offers already, even though I haven't been here twenty minutes and I don’t think I knew any of them. But whoever I do end up spending it on would have to show they are worth it."

 

She paused with her drink part way to her mouth, slowly lowering the glass back to the bar top as she turned her eyes to me, sparkling with interest.

 

"Is that so?"

 

I leaned against the bar, the limited space meaning I also got closer to her. "I could always spend it on you, Teagan. That is if you're interested."

 

I kept my tone teasing but held her eyes with mine, to let her know by the look in them that I was serious. It was the closest I'd been to her since I first talked to her. With my confidence, from the euphoria and adrenaline high of winning such a big race, I knew I was going to take advantage of it. I was jumping the gun, and I knew I could ruin everything by trying to make a move on her.

 

But then she was leaning closer, bracing an elbow on the bar and turning so that she faced me, getting closer to me until I could feel her breath wash over my skin, catch the scent of her hair again over the smell of beer and sweat.

 

"Would you really," she murmured softly. "Do you think I'm worth it?"

 

"That isn’t up to me. Prove it to me."

 

I left the how to her imagination.

 

For a long moment, neither of us moved. Even in the loud, crowded bar, all my focus was on her and vice versa. It was so easy to forget we weren’t alone as much I desperately wanted us to be.

 

Then she was turning away from me. I felt a momentary instant of panic, thinking I had gone too far and she was annoyed at me. But then, her hand touched my arm, sliding down to my hand as she grabbed hold and tugged on it as she walked.

 

I followed gladly.

 

I didn't pay attention to where we were going, my eyes trained on her back. I got jostled by the crowd, but I kept my hand tightly wrapped in hers and I had no problem shoving people out of my way. Teagan opened a door, dragged me through it then closed it behind us.

 

We were in the back of the bar, alone, finally. It was the only detail I noticed, or really cared about, before she was turned me around and was backing me up against a wall. Her hands gripped the lapels of my leather jacket, tugging until I leaned close enough that the couple of inches difference in our heights was gone, and she was kissing me.

 

I was frozen for a moment, just feeling her soft lips pressing against mine. Then my arms went around her waist, tugging her body closer to mine and I kissed her back. I licked at the seam of her lips, and when she parted her mouth, I licked inside her mouth. She fell against me with a moan, her arms going around my neck and melting against me until I was holding up most of her weight.

 

When was the last time I'd been with anyone? I'd been so focused on my goal for so long, I hadn't allowed myself any distractions, until Teagan. My arms tightened around her, loving her warmth, and how soft she felt against me. I wanted to feel a lot more.

 

I pulled back from the kiss, letting us both breathe, as I brought my hands up to her shoulders so I could move her back to consider her face. She looked up at me with confused eyes, but I just turned us around so she was the one pressed against the wall. I wanted to do things to her, things I couldn’t do when I was holding up her weight.

 

When she realized what I was doing, the confusion went out of her eyes. She moved as I wanted, leaning back against the wall with her arms down at her sides. Her eyes practically challenged me, and if there was something I could never resist, it was a challenge.

 

I let my eyes trail down her body. The top she was wearing was something made of leather that zipped up to her throat. The leather pants and boots would be annoying, but then I didn’t need her completely naked. We weren’t exactly anywhere private, someone could walk in on us, and I didn’t want anyone other than me looking at her.

 

"You don’t have to baby me, Ronan." I slid my eyes up to meet hers. "You can do whatever you want to me. I won't break."

 

The, are you up to it went unsaid, but I could see the challenge in her eyes. I closed the space between us as I reached for the zipper of her top, holding her gaze as I tugged it down. When I let myself glance down, I felt like the breath was knocked out of me. She wasn’t wearing anything under the top, her breasts were exposed to the cold air, pink nipples flushed and erect. They moved with the gentle rise and fall of her breathing and I could feel my mouth water for a taste.

 

I couldn’t help myself.

 

I wrapped an arm around her waist as I leaned down, licking her pale flesh. Her hands slid into my hair, tugging hard when I drew her nipple into my mouth. I palmed her other breast, gave it a light squeeze. Then I took her nipple between my teeth, at the same time I took the other one between my thumb and pointer finger and tugged. I felt satisfaction wash through me when she squirmed and moaned at the attention.

 

I was getting impatient, though. I kept mouthing her breasts as my hands moved to the waistband of her pants. I unzipped them, then slid my hands into the gap between the pants and her skin, rounding her hips so I could palm her ass cheeks, groaning when I met nothing but warm skin. She'd gone commando.

 

Her hands moved to my jeans, quickly undoing my belt and fly. I groaned when I felt her hands on my skin, leaving her breasts so I could take her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her soft hand wrapped around my cock, sliding down to the base, then stroking slowly up as she tightened her grip. Her other hand slipped below, cupping my balls, and giving a squeeze.

 

I pulled away from the kiss with a curse, my hips making abortive thrusts as she continued to stroke me. I reached for her hands, pulling them out of my pants as we both took the time to breathe.

 

"Turn around."

 

The words came out as a growled command. But Teagan just gave me a wicked smirk and did as I ordered. She was being obedient, it wasn’t quite like her, but I definitely liked it.

 

I pressed against her back, my arms going around her so I could palm her breasts. I kept my hands between her and the wall, even as she braced with her own forearms. I mouthed at her neck as my hands played with her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs until she was squirming again, her hips pushing back into mine, rubbing her ass against my clothed erection.

 

I pulled back long enough to lower my pants over my cock, and then tugged her leathers down past her hips, before molding her back to my front. We both moaned when my heated cock met her ass, and I rolled my hips against hers, sliding my cock between her cheeks. I kept one hand on her breast, slid the other down her abdomen to the juncture of her thighs.

 

She pushed her hips back, legs parted as far as they could with the restriction of her pants. One of her hands reached around to take me in hand, positioning me at her entrance. She was wet and slick, and I let myself feel her for a moment, rubbing the head of my cock against her sex, getting wet, before sliding inside her.

 

We moaned in unison as I bottomed out, keeping still for a moment. She moved first, pulling her hips forward so I slid out of her, then thrusting back, taking me in. I could feel my eyes roll a little back into my head as she repeated the motion; her hot, slick walls tightening around my cock sending pleasure shooting into my body. I let her do as she pleased for so long as I could stand it until frustration made me stop her.

 

With my hands on her hips, tugging her so that her back arched and her shoulders lowered, I held her still as I moved my hips against hers. I went slowly at first, but I couldn’t maintain such a slow pace for long. I increased the speed and force of my thrusts until I was slamming into her. I could tell she was doing her best to keep quiet, muffled moans and whimpers from pouring out of her mouth.

 

I wanted her loud. Even knowing it wasn’t the best idea, in the back of a bar with a door between us and a lot of people. But with the music and the noise in there surely, they wouldn't hear us anyway, would they?

 

The fingers of one hand played with her nipples, first one then the other, tugging and pinching, rolling them between my fingers. With my other hand, I played with her clit, rubbing furiously to the pace of my thrusts. I pulled back to lick my fingers, got them wet, then went back to teasing her clit.

 

Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to have us be at my place. Or any place where we could have a bed. I would get her naked, play with her body, get her ready for me and drive her out of her mind, then fuck her until we were both satisfied. As great as the moment was, I couldn’t take my time.

 

But I was determined to make the best of it.

 

I could feel the pleasure pooling low in my stomach. I held myself back, leaning forward so I could kiss and nip the length of her throat. She was getting louder, her face hiding in her forearms to keep the sounds muffled. She was close. I clamped my teeth at her throat and sucked. Then she was screaming, her body shuddering, her walls convulsing around my cock. My thrusts stuttered before I was able to find my rhythm, my fingers still teasing her nipple and her clit.

 

Holding back was almost impossible, but I had to. Neither of us had a condom, and I was surprised she'd let me fuck her without one in the first place. If she wanted proof I was clean, I would get it to her; I knew she hadn't been with anyone else and I trusted her not to try something without being sure of herself.

 

But it meant I couldn’t finish in her. Even if we were both healthy, I was pretty sure she wasn’t on any sort of birth control. I gave her the pleasure she needed, until she was whimpering and trembling, her body going lax, spent, and I slowed the movements of my hips to a stop.

 

For a moment, all we could do was breathe. Then Teagan was pulling away from me, my still hard cock sliding out of her. She turned around, not looking all that steady. Before I could say anything, she'd dropped down into a crouch in front of me. She had her hand around my cock before I could process what she was doing, then her mouth slid over the head of my cock.

 

She pulled a groan out of me, my hands moving to the wall as her lips tightened around my cock and she slid down my length. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking as she pulled back. I watched her as she bobbed her head slowly. When her hands moved to my hips and tugged gently, I thrust in her mouth, going slowly, her hands on my hips guiding me. But I was too close to hold back.

 

I could feel my breaths coming out in pants as I fucked myself into her mouth, moving faster. My fingers curled into the wall, and I could feel a bead of sweat slide down my forehead. I cursed, a second before I was coming down her throat, the movement of my hips becoming erratic as I let out a low moan. She kept her lips tightly around me, sucking me dry, swallowing everything I gave her. Then she was pulling back, and I was sliding down onto my knees.

 

We'd have to fix our clothes and head back in soon. It was the worst position we could possibly be found in. But Teagan's arms were around me, she leaned against my chest, and I let my own arms wrap around her as we caught our breath.

 

As my mind started working, I could feel amazement take over. To say this was a surprise would be an understatement. I hadn't been sure how far she'd let me get, especially with no privacy. Now that I'd had her, I wanted more, and I knew if I asked her to go home with me she wouldn’t refuse this time.

 

My plan is working.

 

But even as I thought that, I knew it wouldn’t be so simple. Teagan was falling for me, she wasn’t the kind of woman to be this free with just anybody. As far as I knew, she hadn't gotten close to any other man since her last lover, and that she let me touch her so freely, encouraged it—hell, initiated it—meant she must have felt something.

 

But, and this was the real problem, I had a sneaky feeling that I could be feeling the same way about her.

 

She was an easy woman to fall for. Not that she was easy, not even close. It took me months just to earn her trust; to get her phone number. I couldn’t get enough of her. When she walked into a room, she had all my attention. I hadn't felt about any other woman I'd dated like what I felt for her.

 

But, she could not get in the way of what I'd planned for so long.

 

I stiffened and pulled back, getting to my feet, and helping her up. We fixed our clothes, and I followed her lead back into the bar. I could feel the frown spreading over my face, and I was glad she had her back to me. I didn’t want her to see it and ask what was going wrong. She'd likely jump to all the wrong conclusions when I wasn’t even sure how to explain the uncertainty I felt about her.

 

The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to be with her. I knew better than to get attached, nothing good would come of it.

 

Vengeance won every time. I could not let my emotions get in the way of what I had been planning for the last two years.