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  DEADLY INTENTIONS

  A Famiglia Novella

  A.J. Daniels

  DEADLY INTENTIONS: A FAMIGLIA NOVELLA

  Deadly Intentions is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by A.J. Daniels

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Cover Design: Canva

  Cover photo: Pixabay

  Edited by: Jenny Dillion

  Note from the Author

  Deadly Intentions is the continuation of Jessika and Alessandro’s story. It is a novella and should not be read before Dark Desire or Dark Betrayal.

  V. Theia Thank you so much for letting me borrow your bikers

  Blurb

  You’ve met them in Dark Betrayal. Now follow along as they battle the odds to stay together. Can love really conquer all for Jessika and Alessandro?

  Jessika

  I thought I was finally free of the Bratva. I had everything I could’ve ever wanted. Life with the man I loved was everything I thought it could ever be. But I was a fool if I ever thought that my past would stay in the past. I should’ve known that shit will always find a way to come back. I just never expected this.

  Alessandro

  For most of my life, I believed that I was the one to kill my baby brother until evidence surfaced proving otherwise. I knew it was time to confront my past, I just didn’t know what kind of man I would become. If I did this, if I went back to where it all began there was a good chance that all the suppressed anger and darkness would consume me. I didn’t know if I could control it again once it was unleashed.

  …there is only one way to find out.

  Chapter 1

  Jessika

  “Jessika.”

  I place the plastic container of strawberries in the blue shopping basket before turning and looking up at the owner of the deep, gravelly voice.

  “Oh, hey, Kase.”

  He grins. His blond hair falls in soft curls over his forehead, ocean blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows at the front of the grocery store. His skin has a tan to it that wasn’t there the last time we had met.

  My cheeks heat with memories of how we met. Of how it felt to have him at my back, pressing me into Alessandro at my front. Memories of Kase’s hands and lips roaming down my back to palm the globes of my ass while Alessandro kissed me within an inch of my life. at the same time his long fingers circled my clit hitting me like a ton of bricks. Shivers rake my body, my knees grow weak, and I have to lock them to keep from falling at Kase’s feet.

  That night was a turning point in Alessandro’s and my relationship. The threesome was hot, but it cemented in my mind that Alessandro was it for me. That while my body may be attracted to Kase, it was Alessandro and only Alessandro who held my heart. Thankfully, Alessandro felt the same. It has been three months since that night.

  While I enjoyed Kase’s eyes on me then, among other things, the way he’s raking them up and down my body now has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I move the shopping basket in front of me in an attempt to cover up my bare legs where the jean shorts end. The look in his eyes is different too. There was lust and desire in them that night, but right now he’s looking at me like he’s a predator and I just became his prey.

  I have to suppress the giggle that tries to work its way up my throat. Kase isn’t small by any means, but he also doesn’t have Alessandro’s size either. Kase has a lean, swimmers build, and I’m pretty sure if I wanted to, I could take him. That’s not me being a bitch, that’s me having confidence in the training I was forced to endure growing up. I was trained on how to take down someone three times my size.

  I force memories of my training back into the neat little box and secure the lock. Thinking about my training almost always brings up thoughts of my father, and I refuse to spend another second thinking about that asshole. I still haven’t been able to pinpoint where he fled to after Amanda died, but I have a feeling that Alessandro knows and has been trying to protect me. Either that or he’s waiting until the right time when I need to blow off some steam and when sex just won’t cut it. He knows if I ever find my father, my father is as good as dead… after I have a little fun and torture him first, of course.

  Fucking men. When will they learn that not all women are fragile? We are capable of handling more than they give us credit for. I love Alessandro, but sometimes I think he forgets who I was… who I still am. I may not be the assassin for the Bratva anymore, but I’m still a highly trained killer. I can’t just turn that shit off.

  The sound of a throat clearing makes me jump, and I instantly want to chastise myself for letting my mind wander and momentarily forgetting where I was.

  “Sorry,” I say, blinking up at Kase.

  “Long day?”

  “Yeah, you can say that.” I sigh, bending my elbows a little, bringing the basket up to rest against my stomach. When his gaze snaps down to my bare mid-drift, my unease skyrockets. I shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other, thinking of anything I can do that’ll get me out of this conversation, all the while, wondering what the fuck changed from that night three months ago to now to make me feel like this around Kase. I know one thing, what I’m feeling, isn’t the embarrassment of what transpired that night. If it was, I would’ve shrugged it off, made a joke about it being uncomfortable, told him to have himself a good day and left. But this, I imagine it’s what prey feels while they’re being secretly hunted, right before the predator strikes.

  “I was saying that maybe the three of us should get together again soon?” He stuffs his hands in the front pockets of his board short and rocks back on his heels.

  Who the fuck wears board shorts in the big city anyway?

  “Uh...” I start when I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket, a second before Pony by Ginuwine blares through the speakers of said phone.

  Kase’s jaw drops. The couple walking by us stops and turns their stares at me. If I thought my cheeks couldn’t get redder from thinking about the memories of that night, I was so wrong. So wrong.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumbled, reaching into my back pocket to retrieve the phone. “I’m going to kill him,” I whisper.

  “Really? Again?” I say once I hit the green button.

  His laugh booms through from the other side. “Serves you right for leaving your phone unprotected.”

  “I was in the shower! You know… the shower you were supposed to join me in this morning.”

  “Need I remind you that you started this when you changed my ringtone to that All I Want to Do shit.”

  “It was Sugarland, and country music isn’t shit,” I argue, trying not to stomp my foot like a toddler.

  “Don’t have all day to argue with you, Angel. Need to know you’re almost done at the store. Got an hour before I have to be back at the office. Want to spend it buried balls deep inside of you.”

  My breath hitches, my panties growing damp. The deep timber of his voice coupled with his dirty words are enough to make me forget about Kase and abandon the shopping basket as I rush through the store and outside to my car.

  “Five minutes,” I manage to squeak out right before throwing the car in drive and hanging up the phone.

  Now, this might seem desperate. I could’ve at least paid for the groceries, said goodbye to Kase, and loaded the food into the ca
r instead of dropping everything and running out like a crazy person. The thing is, Braxton had sent Alessandro to the States on a job, so he’s been gone for the last several days. Long story short- I miss my hulk something fierce. Plus, I wanted to ride him as many times as I could within the next hour… days… couple weeks… before Mother Nature decides to become a pesky bitch again.

  I barely have the car in park before I’m jumping out. The door slamming shut behind me and racing up the front walkway and through the front door.

  “Alessandro!” I yell, running towards the kitchen, living room, back deck, basement gym, but they’re all empty. I take the stairs two at a time up to our bedroom, praying that if there is a god, Alessandro will already be naked. That perfectly sculptured body in plain view for me to devour.

  I barely make it through the bedroom door when I’m shoved back up against the wall. My breath left me in a whoosh. I graze my teeth over my bottom lip as my gaze travels up bare, ripped pecs, broad shoulders, and up… up into the grey eyes, I’ve come to love.

  “You’re going to wake up the damn neighborhood with all that yelling,” he says, his voice rough. Fingers lightly skimming down my neck, along my collarbone and down between my breasts.

  “Oh, I plan on it.” I grin, already working to get his belt and pants undone.

  Alessandro growls, fingers curling around the V- cut of my shirt and my bra, ripping them off.

  I learned early on to not wear expensive clothes around Alessandro- at least not where he can easily rip them off my body. It was time for a new bra anyway. I shake the thought away, sliding a hand down his treasure trail, slipping it beneath his boxer-briefs to find him already hard for me. His skin hot, beads of pre-cum already leaking from the head of his cock.

  “How do you want it, Angel?” he asks, licking up the curve of my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “Should I take my time worshiping this body of yours? Bring you to the brink over and over again. Only allowing you to fall when I’m ready?”

  I whimper. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against him.

  “Or have you been a bad girl? Should I bend you over, against this wall and fuck you untill your legs give out? Want my hand wrapped in your hair? My fingers around your throat? My mark on your skin?”

  He rocks his pelvis forward, his cock fucking my hand that’s still down his pants.

  “What will it be, Angel?”

  I don’t have to think twice about my answer. Alessandro in sweet, love making mode is hot, but Alessandro in punishing, bruising, fuck-me-like-there’s-no-tomorrow mode is sexy as hell.

  I lean up on my toes until my lips are brushing his ear, and give his hard cock a squeeze before whispering, “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

  Chapter 2

  Jessika

  I groan rolling over, my arm automatically searching out the hard body beside me. Morning light streams through the open window of our bedroom letting me know that Alessandro has probably been up for hours already, coffee is probably already made downstairs, and the blinds are already drawn. My man hasn’t been able to sleep for more than a few hours ever since finding out the truth about his father. No matter how many times I’ve tried to fuck him tired, he’s still wide awake three hours later but will always crawl back into bed because he knows how much I love waking up next to him in the mornings.

  As soon as my fingers drift down his abdomen and along the tops of his underwear, his phone buzzes from the side table.

  “Don’t answer it,” I say, continuing my ministrations of freeing his cock from its confines.

  The buzzing stops and starts again not three seconds later. I groan. Alessandro chuckles kissing my forehead.

  “Sorry, Angel. It might be important,” he says reaching for the phone.

  “You might be the only guy to turn down a morning blowjob for a phone call,” I mutter under my breath, pulling the covers back.

  “One second, Boss.” I hear Alessandro say into the phone before I feel large masculine hands grip my arm and yank me back into a hard chest.

  Alessandro kneels on the bed behind me, his lips nipping along the curve of my neck, his hands kneading my breasts. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not turning down that blowjob. When I’m done with this call, I expect you to be kneeling at the edge of the bed, wet and waiting for my cock, yeah?”

  My nipples are so hard they could probably break ice right now, and I’m pretty sure he could make me cum just from playing with my breasts. I moan leaning back into him, silently urging him to keep going. But he stops, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders.

  “Answer me, Angel.”

  “Yeah.” I breathe.

  “Good.” He nips at my neck before pulling away. When I turn around with an eyebrow raised, he’s already reaching for the phone again.

  “You’re an asshole.”

  “But I’m your asshole.” He grins.

  I huff, making my way to the bathroom. Before I close the door, I hear Alessandro say, “Yeah, I’m still here. Sorry, Boss.”

  My cheeks heat because I had completely forgotten that Braxton was on the line the entire time, which means he probably heard everything.

  Fucking awesome… not.

  ***

  Alessandro

  “You still sure about this? Once you start this, there is no going back.”

  I sit up straighter at Braxton’s words. I heard the click of the bathroom door and the shower start so I know there’s no way of Jessika hearing my half of the conversation about to take place. I know if she even had an inkling of what I was going to do, she’d try to stop me. Make me think logically about this before reacting.

  “You found him?” I ask.

  “Wasn’t hard to get him to come to us. Told him my dad had left shit for him after he died. Ferrara was on the next flight. Stupid fuck really thinks my father left him money.”

  “Or property,” I added. “Where was he?”

  “Italy. Hiding out at some acquaintance’s place.” He pauses. “He knew you were looking for him, Alessandro.”

  “He wouldn’t have been in hiding if he didn’t,” I say.

  There’s silence on the line as I assume Braxton is giving me time to come to terms with what’s about to happen. My father is unknowingly on his way to his death. For years he led me to believe that I was responsible for Johnny’s death. He led me to believe that my brother’s blood was on my hands. He taught me how to hide a body, trained me on how to control the so-called monster I was. As I got older, he took my anger that any normal teenager would experience- and molded it into something that I was to be ashamed of.

  “You need to learn how to hide it, Alessandro. Learn how to control it. It’s the only way to stay out of prison.”

  My entire life, everything I thought I was, was based off a fucking lie. I was not the monster my father made me out to be, he was. Now he was about to experience my full wrath. He was going to see what it was he made me into. I was his creation. Just call me the motherfucking-Frankenstein monster.

  “He doesn’t know I work for you?”

  Braxton chuckles. “He thinks I sent you on a job to one of the biker clubs across the border.”

  “Which one?”

  “The Renegade Souls down in Colorado.”

  The Souls are the only club we do business with. They’re a bunch of standup guys. I don’t trust many biker clubs, but I’d trust them with Jessika’s life.

  The shower stops, and I know I have less than a minute before Jessika will be walking through that door, hopefully naked.

  “What’s the plan?” Braxton asks, drawing my attention back to him.

  “You’re not taking lead on this?”

  He snorts. “This is your business. I’m not your boss on this one. I’m the friend who has your back. I just made a call, Alessandro. The rest is up to you.”

  I nod even though he can’t see me. “Have Stefan bring him to the basement.”

  “Antonio and I will do it. This does not go
beyond the three of us,” he says. I don’t have time to question him because the bathroom door swings open, a cloud of steam escaping to reveal my girl in nothing but a towel, hair still wet from the shower.

  When her gaze connects with mine, she hooks a finger in the towel, and it falls to a pool at her feet. I swallow hard, my cock hardening behind my underwear.

  “Gotta go, Boss.” I don’t give him a chance to respond before I hang up. He can give me shit later. Right now, all I care about are Jessika’s full lips wrapped around my cock and fucking her throat raw.

  She steps around the bed and kneels between my legs as I lower the phone back down to the side table. I don’t say a word as she lowers my boxer-briefs enough to free me. Her tongue darts out to lick up my length from base to tip. I hiss when she licks up the slit.

  Fucking tease, she grins and does it again. “Jessika,” I growl, sliding my hands through her wet hair to hold her head while I fuck her mouth. Her eyes snap up to hold mine while she takes as much of my length as she can. Her nose grazing my pubic hair. “Fuuuck.”

  She hollows out her cheeks and increases the suction as she pulls back. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’ve had some great blowjobs before, but Jessika, she gets the motherfucking trophy. My hips punch up causing her to choke but she doesn’t pull back, she takes me deeper! My balls start to draw up, and if she continues fucking me like this, I’m not going to last much longer.

  Gripping a handful of her damp hair, I pull her off my length. Fingers curled around her jaw as I kiss the mouth that was just around my cock. Jessika pushes me back onto the bed, climbs on top of me and drops down my length. This woman… this woman is going to be the end of my dick. Bending my knees, I grip her hips and fuck up into her.