Brutal Power – Arranged Marriage Mafia Read Online B.B. Hamel

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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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“I know. It wasn’t my choice, but it shouldn’t be dangerous.”

“Is Davide coming?”

He hesitates, but nods.

“Then it’ll be dangerous.” I punch him in the arm and get up, pulling on my clothes. So much for that nice moment. Now I have a whole new set of problems to worry about.

“I won’t be late,” he says as I stand up and turn my back on him, tugging my shirt over my head.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I say and head downstairs to start stress cooking because this is my life now.

Chapter 22

Brody

Simon parks the car on a quiet, shady street in a neighborhood I don’t know very well. It’s a little past one in the morning and even though Elena’s barely spoken to me since I told her about this mission, I haven’t been able to get that blowjob out of my head.

It was heaven. Fucking perfection. No woman has ever made me feel so much in the space of one orgasm. It was pleasure, but it was also love, and kindness, and her incredible unwavering attention. Elena’s a sun and she can be warm and she can also burn, and all I want to do is bask in her.

Simon kills the engine. We’re alone in his sedan. Somewhere across the neighborhood is another van with Davide, Seamus, and a few of my best soldiers, all of them armed to the teeth. There aren’t any other Bianco men involved in this operation, and I get the feeling this is some kind of test.

“Everyone in position?” Simon asks and sits down lower in his seat. “We should get moving.” It’s a quiet neighborhood and there isn’t much going on, but I can feel the tension rolling off him.

“Who exactly are we hitting in there?” I squint at the one-story house we’re supposed to be raiding. There’s an SUV in the driveway and it looks like the lawn gets maintained. As far as I can tell, there’s nothing special about it.

“Santoro’s safe house. I know what you’re thinking, but trust me, there are no civilians inside.” His face darkens as he looks over at me. “These guys killed Matty.”

I nod and check my phone. There’s an encrypted text from Seamus saying they’re ready to go and waiting on my signal. “We’re doing this fast,” I tell Simon. “No bodies if we can avoid it.”

“Good. That’s what I want. Take the fuckers alive and let me handle the rest.” Based on his expression, whoever’s inside that house is about to have a very bad few days.

I send Seamus a single heart emoji.

Nothing dramatic happens. My guys are good, and they know not to make too much noise. I barely hear the thud of the back door breaking open, and only because I’m listening for it.

I don’t care if Simon is trying to test me right now. I don’t even blame him for it. My family’s never been in a real conflict until now and we’re a total unknown. He needs to figure out if we can be trusted and how much he can rely on our support moving forward.

But even though we haven’t been at war, my guys know what they’re doing. We’re a small crew, but we take our business seriously.

I get another text five minutes later. It’s a thumbs-up emoji. “They’re done,” I say, opening the door.

Simon looks surprised. “Seriously? I didn’t even know they went in already.”

“You wanted simple. You got simple.” I walk across the street and Simon hurries after me. Seamus is waiting on the front porch with the door open, a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Nice of you to show up,” he says as I step inside.

The interior’s plain. The living room is furnished with the bare minimum and there’s almost nothing in the kitchen. It honestly reminds me of my house before I got it decorated. Upstairs, three men are kneeling in the hallway, their hands bound behind their backs and duct tape over their mouths. My soldiers loom above them, and Davide hangs back, watching it all.

“Here you go,” Seamus says, gesturing at the captives. “A present gift wrapped and all.”

“Well done,” Simon says, looking pleased. “Get these guys in the van and take them to our interrogation room.” Davide grunts in response and drags the men to their feet before pulling them out by a rope tied around their waists. My soldiers follow, guns at the ready.

But Simon stops me before I can follow. He gestures and leads me back to the car where he pops open the trunk. Inside are four clear bottles filled with liquid. Each has a rag stuffed into the top.

“This is the best part,” Simon says, hefting one. He takes a lighter from his pocket. “What do you think? Will two be enough?”

I shake my head and take the remaining three, tucking one under an arm. “Let’s make sure we don’t fuck this up.”


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