Chapter 49
Three Months Later
S o, that’s the story of how I accidentally took over the mafia.
I solved the mystery surrounding my mother’s death, resolved my daddy issues, and amassed a fortune the likes of which I could never have imagined.
Jax, Luca, Enzo, and I jumped into action immediately. The mess my mother left behind was monumental—like trying to untangle a knot that just kept getting bigger.
Around thirty years ago, a family war broke out between the Romano’s and the Caputo’s when the head of the Sicilian’s challenged my grandfather for control. The war was bloody and divided the city. After the Caputo’s emerged victorious, retaining their hold over their territories, unification became their priority. My mother was betrothed to my father in hopes of ending the feud forever.
The Sicilian empire was distributed among Caputo allies, including Enzo’s family, which acquired the members’ club in Butte—still sporting the Romano family crest.
My mother, however, staged her death and rebuilt the Sicilian mob from the ashes of the war, making it just as powerful as the Italians and they’ve remained completely out of sight, until the time was right.
She was supposed to be dead. The Sicilians, gone. No one ever had any notion to even consider either possibility the cause of all this trouble.
If she hadn’t been a ruthless, murderous psychopathic cunt, it might have been impressive.
Now, combining both empires, the Italians are at the top of the criminal world, and I am their queen.
Something about that night at the lodge, eating pizza with my men, made everything come rushing back. Memories I had blocked out since I was six. Memories of my mother’s cruelty and manipulations that shaped everything.
My mother wasn’t the victim—I’d been wrong all along. My father wasn’t the abusive one; she was. I saw the truth, the twisted games she played, the self-inflicted injuries she used to manipulate him.
“You made me do this. You always make me do this,” I recalled my father saying.
That day was my sixth birthday. She had missed it again. My father made excuses for her, as he always did, convincing me that she really did love me—she was just busy. Lying to his treasure, justifying a mother who had never wanted her child.
That night, I heard my mother’s voice and went to see if she had a birthday present for me. Their fight escalated, as it always did. She began hitting herself, slamming her body against the wall, trying to create a bruise. I stood there in the doorway, frozen, my little mind unable to process the bizarre scene.
She locked eyes with me in the reflection of the mirror and smiled—a chilling, toothy grin, bloodied from her self-inflicted wounds. My father faced me, but he hadn’t seen me yet. Her body blocked his view of me.
She arched her back, swung her arms, and threw herself down the flight of stairs. She didn’t even try to stop herself. Tumbling and flipping, she landed at my feet.
Her arm was broken, the white bone sticking out of her skin. I looked up at my father, who stared back at me in horror, knowing what I had witnessed. “Happy Birthday.” She said with a bloody mouth before she beat her head against the ground.
My father rushed me out of there, begged me to stay in my room.
An ambulance came for her. My father brought me out of my room, delivering me to the table with a cup of hot chocolate because I was shivering. The next morning, he woke me with a teddy bear. I clung to it a few weeks later when she disappeared.
After all these years, I finally understood why he shielded me. He was scared for me. We grew apart. The assaults, the hidden war always took him from me. My mother organizing hits or raids on important days like my birthday, made sure she tormented me too in all of this.
I grew to hate him. And he let me hate him.
He thought keeping me distant would protect me from the war’s reach. In a way, he did what Jax, Enzo, and Luca tried to do—pushed me away, thinking it would keep me safe.
If only I could go back in time, I’d ask him to protect his treasure by keeping it close, never letting me go.
When we moved into the estate, I found journals my father had written to me. I spent hours in his closet, surrounded by his things, reading his thoughts, and mourning him, the relationship we never had. Some entries were advice on running the mafia, on being a good boss. Others poured out his regret—for the mother I had, for the father he wasn’t.
I couldn’t leave that closet; for weeks, I would end up in there at some point in the day, huddled on the floor with a journal or clutching a suit jacket and crying.
I knew we needed to clear his things out but I felt like I was getting to know him in there, surrounded by his scent and it panicked me thinking about losing it.
I had nothing else from him.
Enzo brought in specialists who tested the air and took samples. A week later, he handed me a custom candle that smelled just like my father’s closet—a perfect blend of old cigars, expensive cologne, and leather. Now, I burn one every day in my home office.
Cleaning up the mafia empire wasn’t easy. There were betrayals to uncover and “conversations” to be had—Jax and Enzo handled those. They were my guard dogs, protecting me from the mess my parents left behind.
Then I learned about my fifteen-year-old half-sister, Giulia “Gigi” Russo—the product of an affair between my mother and a Sicilian family leader who was spared at the end of the war.
My mother had his child and put her up for adoption, using her as leverage to get what she wanted from him. Threatened to ruin his marriage, destroy his family with an illegitimate child and proof of his betrayal.
Giulia had no clue where she came from, left on the doorstep in a basket only a day old. With Luca’s help, I got her out of foster care, tied her to the Russo fortune, and secured her future. We’ll teach her how to be a good boss and when she’s of age, she’ll take back the Sicilian’s and we’ll run the two families together.
Now, she’s in therapy and attending a prestigious boarding school in the U.K.—one where mafia kids learn both survival and business. I said the place was just for heathens, but Jax and Enzo found humor in my objections.
“Don’t worry,” they laughed. “We all went there.”
“My point exactly!”
Giulia and I talk almost daily. We’re looking forward to spending the holidays together as a family. It’s a fresh start for all of us. An unconventional one, but in this world, nothing is ever simple.
Six Months Later
Things are running much smoother now, with most of the family disputes settled. There’s some tension brewing with the Irish that we’re keeping an eye on, but otherwise, all is quiet in paradise.
I’ve fully adopted Gigi, and she’s thriving. Not only is she acing her classes, but I hear she practically runs the school now. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and I’m very proud of her.
Running the mafia isn’t just about the classic stuff—arranged marriages, cargo shipments of guns, and the whole “fuhgettaboutit” attitude. What surprised me most was the amount of humanitarian efforts, politics, and charity work involved.
Don’t get me wrong, we still slice off fingers when people cross us—but there’s more good in the mix than I ever imagined. Enzo and his cousins are buying up land to build factories, warehouses, affordable housing, and even nature reserves.
Francesca “The Queen” Lazzarini is making waves in politics. She’s an expert at bribing and blackmailing, but she uses her power to sway lawmakers into supporting the people—lower taxes, neighborhood reforms, and better education in struggling areas.
The Lazzarini family didn’t come from old money like the Caputo’s or Vincenzi’s, so Francesca knows what it’s like to go hungry. Now she’s making sure the kids in her old neighborhoods don’t have to.
Jax, of course, is thriving in his own way—he’s opened a five-star fine dining restaurant that’s booked out for months. He even hired that guy—what’s-his-name—who recently moved to Chicago and gave him a job as a dishwasher.
Even with his busier schedule, Jax still has plenty of time for games. Showing up at my office with a new toy. Watching me give a presentation while he controls a vibrator that is sucking on my clit. He loves to see how close he can get me to coming before I excuse myself for the restroom and basically tackle him for his cock or shove him to his knees and drown him.
Yes, he’s still calling me Squirt from time to time.
Luca has taken Moanster23 to a whole new level. He’s invented the highest quality earbuds I’ve ever used. When Jax blows him, Luca makes sure to Facetime me so I can hear every moan, every breath. It’s Moanster23 in ultra-high-definition, and it’s beyond euphoric.
We moved Caputo Enterprises into the same building as Vincenzi Consulting and now I can sneak to Enzo’s office and hide under his desk with his cock in my mouth, anytime I want.
One of the reforms I’ve pushed through is a fight against domestic violence. Enzo and I work side-by-side and two businesses have never been more successful.
Today, I finished my announcement about our new rehabilitation facility and an office opening in Seattle.
The staff is buzzing with energy as I head to my private elevator. It’s Enzo’s birthday, and I’ve got something special planned for him .
I found a secret room in my father’s downtown office where he had “conversations”. I renovated the space into something much more suitable for– us .
Pressing the hidden button, the panel opens, and my stiletto heels click against the black marble tile. Removing the pin from my hair, I shake my head and let my long locks fall past my shoulders as Jax and Luca watch with hungry eyes. Both of them on their knees, hands patiently behind their backs.
Enzo is on his knees too, his lower legs strapped in and spread apart on a mounting stool. There is a bench to keep him cozy and hold his weight. Armrests to lock his arms and hands in place and a nice cushioned circular pillow for his head.
I walk in front of him, tickling him with a black leather riding crop. “Happy Birthday, baby.” I whisper into his ear before I lick it. He can’t answer me for the peach choke ball in his mouth but he moans for me.
We got him a new one after poor Marc-oh-fuck-no ended up choking on his other one… I think Jax shoved it down his throat, before they put a bullet in his head but he won’t admit to it.
“You look so beautiful in your garter and stockings.” I stand in front of him so he can see my heels but nothing else. I run my nails through his hair, and he moans again. “I’m going to fuck you so good today. Are you ready to see your present?”
He nods his head and groans a response against the gag.
I remove my white button-down shirt and my grey pencil skirt that matches Enzo’s eyes. The lingerie I put on for him is largely a complex arrangement of straps in a rich deep red.
I crouch down, giving him a good view of what he doesn’t get to touch. It looks almost painful for him to see me and he pulls against the bindings.
I stroke the riding crop over my peeked nipples, then rub down my pussy. Bringing it up to my mouth, he whines when I lick the taste of myself off it.
On the table next to me, I get the box with his present in it and open it.
“Please, can I have a taste first?” Luca asks so sweetly, that I have to say yes. I look at Enzo while Luca puts my leg over his shoulder and feasts on my cunt. Jax stands behind me, holding me up and fingering my ass while I grind my pleasure out on Luca’s mouth.
“Can I clean him, Peach?” Jax is already licking his lips seeing how wet Luca’s mouth is from my climax. “Please.”
“You’ve been so good for me, waiting and asking.” I bite his lip, pulling it back with me before I let it go. “Just a quick taste for my good boys.” Jax is near starving and holds Luca’s face with both hands. He licks along Luca’s bottom lip before he invades Luca mouth with his tongue.
I run the riding crop along Enzo’s jaw, gently stroking him with it. “Okay now, we need to get Enzo’s actual present out now.”
I keep my eyes on Enzo as Luca lifts the very long, very girthy silicone replica of his cock out of the box. It’s so big and oddly heavy, a harness is necessary for me to strap it on.
I also will admit, I had to add weighted hip thrusts to my workout routine for a few weeks now and my ass has never looked better.
This strap-on is custom to the max, including a lovely feature that sucks on my clit as I thrust, and a curved g-spot stimulator that Jax puts in perfect position for me.
Enzo is nearly crying he’s so happy.
Luca and Jax squirt lube in my waiting palms and I stroke the long shaft. “Are you ready for me to fuck you baby?” I ask Enzo and he can’t shake his head yes fast enough.
With the riding crop, I tickle along Enzo’s bare skin, running it gently down his back before slapping his ass with it. He jolts in surprise, then moans wanting more.
“Does my little brat want another spanking?” I reach between his legs and squeeze his balls. “Maybe one for each year?” His cock jumps and I kiss his firm ass cheek as I stroke him several time. “I think so.”
Enzo took his spankings so well as I pumped my fist along his dick, commanding him not to come. Now that he’s earned his reward, I tickle his ass around the butt plug he’s been wearing to get ready for megalo-dong.
I remove the plug slowly and he protests the loss. “Aw, my greedy whore wants something to fill his tight asshole?” I tease his opening with the large head of dildo. “Ask me nicely and I’ll fuck you like a good birthday boy.”
I hear him moan please but the choke ball muffles it.
He gets another smack with the crop. This time on his balls and he arches his back.
“Oh, what a fucking slut you are. But I didn’t hear you.” I massage his balls, then move to his shaft for a stroke. “Ask your angel to stuff you full of her fat cock.” I stroke him faster, twisting my hand and I know he’s close to coming.
He groans and his breathes through his nose come in short, quick bursts. “No coming yet, baby. Ask for permission.”
He whines and thrashes, moaning into the choke ball. “That’s what I want to see from my whore, begging to have my cock.” Drizzling his ass with lube, I line up and push into him slowly giving his praises with each tormenting inch.
Then I fuck my birthday boy like he deserves while I let Luca and Jax suck each other off. Removing the dildo and harness, along with the choke ball from Enzo, he pants heavily.
“Fuck angel.” He gasps.
“You did so good baby.” I lay down in front of him and spread my legs wide, stroking his cheek with the riding crop. I drag a replica of Jax’s cock along my mouth, down my breasts and circle my clit with it. “Now I’m going to fuck myself until I squirt in your mouth, and you’re going to take every drop, you fucking thirsty slut.” I end it with a slap to his face before I turn the vibrator on.
And right there, I watch as Enzo falls in love with me, just a little bit more.
One Year Later
The guys are running around like chickens with their heads cut off this morning, and I’ve already threatened Enzo three times with the spatula.
Luca has no fewer than eight computer monitors going, looking like he’s about to hack into the goddamn Matrix. Jax strolls in with a team of guards trailing behind him, heading straight for the kitchen to grab sandwiches.
“I’ve scouted that place twice this morning,” Jax says, taking a big bite. “We should be good, Peach.” He offers me some, and I grab his wrist, pulling him close to steal a bite. I swear, even his sandwiches taste better than mine.
“I’m connected to the entire grid. I could shut down all of Chicago from my phone if needed,” Luca announces, barely glancing up from his screens.
“My loves, it’s just a book signing,” I mutter around my mouthful of food. “I think we’ll be fine.”
“Speaking of which, we’ve got a present for you.” Luca grins mischievously, walking toward me with a box tucked behind his back.
He opens it, and nestled inside is a golden spatula. The handle reads, My Stepbrother is My Stalker, the title of Dela Montgomery’s latest bestseller in her new interconnected mafia rivals series.
“Aw! My spatula looks so pretty!” I beam at it, and all three of them chuckle, rolling their eyes at my ridiculousness. “This one’s not for spankings.” I hold it up to the light. “It’s going on the wall in my office.”
“It’s time to go, angel.” Enzo kisses me on the head. “Everything will be okay.”
“I know that. Do you guys know that, though? Because I’m not so sure you do.”
As expected, the signing goes off without a hitch. Shockingly, none of the readers show up armed with Uzis, intent on shooting the place up.
When we get back to the house, Enzo scoops me up and carries me to our bedroom—they’ve got a birthday surprise waiting for me. But I’ve got one of my own.
They tell me to wait outside the closed door until they’re ready. When I’m finally allowed to open it, I’m met with the sight of all three of them, naked, hard, and grinning. Then they step aside to reveal our new, giant, custom bed.
I gasp, covering my mouth with my hands. “I love it.”
The bed is sleek and modern. And it’s huge—large enough so we can all sleep comfortably together.
They shower me with kisses and “happy birthdays” before I tell them I have a present too.
I grab a small box from the nightstand drawer where I hid it, and they step around me to see what’s inside. When I remove the lid, they stare at the small T-shaped item sitting on the little pillow inside. Their confused faces make me giggle.
“Lenny,” Luca gasps, figuring it out first. His mouth drops open as he looks at me in surprise. “She took her IUD out.”
Enzo and Jax’s eyes snap to mine, and slow smiles spread across their faces.
“You want us to put a baby in you, angel?” Enzo asks, stepping closer.
“Peach, you just triggered a deep-seated breeding kink that I hope you’re ready for,” Jax teases, his voice low and playful.
“I am.” Their hands caress my body, removing my clothes. “We’ve talked about starting a family?—”
Enzo interrupts me, nearly stealing my breath with a deep, hungry kiss. I moan against his mouth. “I want you to fill me so full of cum, it drips out of me for a week,” I whisper against his lips.
“God damn, Lenny.”
“At the same time,” I pant when Luca bites my nipple. “I want all three of you to fuck me at the same time.”
They hesitate, Jax’s voice soft. “Are you sure, Peach?”
I whimper my answer as Jax’s tongue traces my neck and claims my mouth. Enzo’s finger flicks against my clit, sending jolts of heat through me.
We’ve done double penetration with Enzo and Jax. Then Luca and Jax fucked my pussy while Enzo took my ass. But I need this. All of them.
“More than anything,” I manage to say.
“On your back, Lenny,” Luca commands, his blue eyes dark with desire. His lips curve into a deadly smile as he adds, “Jax, get her nipple clamps.”
“Oh,” I moan, my body reacting instantly. Another one of Jax’s toys: remote-control vibrating nipple clamps. Five words I never knew I needed in my life so much.
Enzo retrieves the lube while Jax rummages for the clamps. Luca’s tongue slides up my slit in one long, slow lick, and I clutch his hair with both hands, arching into him. The position pushes my breasts together, and Enzo takes full advantage, lavishing each nipple with his mouth.
My hips roll, chasing the pleasure Luca is coaxing out of me. When Jax turns on the first clamp and presses it against my nipple, the vibrations send shockwaves through my body. He fastens it in place, and the sensations intensify.
The second clamp goes on, and when Jax activates them both, I shatter. My orgasm hits like a freight train, leaving me breathless and trembling.
Each of them leans down to kiss me—and each other. Their lips and hands are everywhere, exploring, teasing, and worshipping my body. I feel Luca’s cock pressing against my entrance, his size filling me completely as he sinks into me. My moans fill the room as he sets a steady rhythm.
I will never fucking tire of this.
Jax hooks one of my legs over his arm while Enzo takes the other, spreading me wide. They align themselves with me, the anticipation almost unbearable.
“Let’s give our queen a baby,” Enzo growls, his voice rough and commanding. He pushes into me slowly, joining Luca, and I cry out at the overwhelming fullness. They move in perfect sync, stretching me in ways that send pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Fuck, Luca. I love you like this,” Enzo murmurs, turning Luca’s face to him for a kiss. Their mouths collide, tongues tangling as they lose themselves in the moment.
“Jax,” I gasp, my body trembling with need. “I need you. Please.”
He kneels between my legs, his hands gliding over my skin as he positions himself. “Anything for you, Peach,” He eases into me and spits on my clit, rubbing his thumb in circles as they work to pump into me. The sensation is indescribable, and I’m lost in the intensity of their love and desire.
They move as one, their bodies pressing against mine, their touches driving me to the brink again and again. Their words are a mix of praise and filthy promises, each one making my heart race and my body ache for more.
When the three of them finally release, filling me with their warmth, the world seems to stop. I’m wrapped in their arms, their love surrounding me completely.
We lay in our bed together, fucking until the sun comes up and it was the best birthday of my life. They hold me and we share our dreams for our enterprises, our love, and for the future of our family: our very own treasure.
Our relationship may not make sense to everyone but it’s really the only thing in my fucked up, crazy life that makes sense for me. I’m the crime queen of Chicago, a romance writer, a big sister, and a partner to the three most loving, caring men that have ever existed. Soon, I’ll get to be a mother. I’ll give my treasure the life, the parents that I never had.
We’re a crime family, we make our own rules—and we’ll burn down anyone who tries to stop us.