Spring Break with a Mafia Prince: Love Beach Spring Break Collection

CHAPTER ONE

FALCON

A haze of cigar smoke stained the internal guts of my multimillion dollar super yacht, the Bella Vita, while the girl who sucked my cock last night rode the capo’s beside me this evening.

Huh. No accounting for taste.

Not that I’d have her back. I was a one-run man. My father’s little tame mafia harem knew that while he visited—permanently—for this spring break tour their game had to be on. Afterward, they’d be tossed off the boat and I’d have my damn space back.

Not that my father and I saw eye to eye. Not after the way he’d treated my mother to the point she threw herself off the back of his last boat during a party years ago. He didn’t even notice until hours later because he was too busy with some other cheap slut. Even so, I still had to play fucking nice with the Familia Don. Regardless, I had no interest in forming attachments of my own, despite the expectations I couldn’t escape.

Not that there was a woman in this room who wasn’t over used, over primped and over fucking everything.

Oh, wait. That last part was me.

This holiday was supposed to be my break away from Rippton U where I was surrounded with the same level of opulence and assholes, only there they were closer to my own age range.

My father’s current party was full of has beens and wannabes who crowded around with the few loyal men who had his back. The few we both trusted. Maybe one or two untried.

One of those was Rose Drakehan, a capo in training. He had another title, but that would do for tonight. I’d mixed many substances for much else to make it through my exhausted mind.

Between the constant backstabbing, negotiations and betrayals of my father’s world, all I wanted was a chance to get some literal sun and surf like the rest of the Rippton U contingent. Hell, even my cage fighting fuck up of a roomie was off getting his own ass tanned.

“ Sottocapo ,” Bracchio, my father’s man, bowed though his head didn’t lower quite enough for my liking.

Mind, he ran my father’s daily affairs while the title bestowed upon me was a…formality…for now. I’d take the mantle when the time came, probably enjoy it, even though it would come with the price of my father’s life. He wouldn’t abdicate his position as head of the Gianio Familia. That didn’t make his smile any less sharp.

“Are you…. entertained enough this evening?”

I let my mouth curl into a sneer I felt all too much, even though the motion should have been wiped from my face. My father would be appalled.

But right now he was balls deep in the asshole of the discarded girl from last night, and I doubted that he neither saw nor cared.

Bile rose in my throat as I held the eyes of the man before me.

“I’m good. Thank you.” My stilted speech belied my fatigue, my boredom at the entire nightly charade that often played out through into the day. “I need some air.”

His smirk told me I’d shown a weak side to this man who would either report that to my father or capitalize on it, or both at some later date.

In the case of my father, as he finished his business with an animalistic groan, probably not that much later.

I pushed up from my seat, desperate for a breath of clean air, even if it was the salty sort that Love Beach provided that clung to my skin.

Anything was preferable to the brand of sin that etched itself to my bones in this cloistered place.

The religion of Gianio Familia.

And me it’s heir.

I strode to the short ladder that led to the upper decks, all too conscious of the boat swaying beneath my feet, the constant thrum of the engine at idle, winding down for the night. As I reached the white fiberglass door that led to blessedly sea fresh air, a gentle hand pressed to my wrist from one side.

I stopped and looked into the shadows, though I didn’t turn to face Rose Darkham. “Do you have a death wish, ciccio ?” I asked in our native language.

He smiled slightly and shook his head. “You appeared…unsatisfied with tonight's entertainment. I know that the choices here are not always to your liking.”

I matched his faint smile. “Smart observation.”

More than once I had chosen a male play partner for the night over one of my father’s female passed around companions. Neither my father nor his men cared, and I hadn’t realized anyone took notice of my nocturnal habits other than my occasional playfellows.

Or that there was interest in becoming one of them.

“Is it?” Rose Darkham’s rosebud mouth never changed its shape, but his eyes drifted over my body in an unbidden caress.

Light fingers brushed my thigh and when I didn’t push him away immediately, my father’s stray reached up boldly to cup my cock, squeezing me through my charcoal slacks. I gritted my teeth, biting my tongue to keep the moan that built in my throat on the inside.

The man, however young he seemed in comparison to the rest of my father’s cadre, though he was probably only twenty something, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two like me, knew what to do with his hands. He gentled his touch on instinct when I didn’t respond. Breath hissed between my teeth, though I managed to keep the volume down.

“No one here has earned the right to have their hands on me tonight.” I kept my voice aloof as I held his gaze and leaned into his space until we shared a single breath. “Until I give you permission, ciccio , keep your unworthy hands off me.” I flicked out the tip of my tongue to brush his bottom lip to let a teasing edge filter into my words.

Why push him away when I might have a use for him later? Rose’s head tipped back, and his eyes fluttered closed, that knowing touch dropping away. I swore the other man nearly came in his pants. The wave of power that washed over me was a heady thing.

I missed the contact when his hand left my cock almost immediately, but pushed my way through the door and forced my legs to mount the stairs one at a time until the brisk sea air wiped my head clear of the sinful, seductive air that was all too tempting below decks.

Any other night I might have taken him up on his offer. Tonight…I needed time to myself. Away from the mess my father made of his play time in an effort not to become my sire before my time was up.

You’ll never escape your fate. One day you’ll become what you hate.

The words my mother said to be the night before she left this life forever. I kept them with me always. I might have to take my father’s seat one day, but I didn’t have to become him just yet.

I breached the haze that clung to me as I strode across the upper deck all the way to the stern. The few crewmen on clean up from our party time on this level before were long gone, leaving me alone with the sea and the stars for company despite being moored at the far end of Love Beach’s Marina, away from the glitzy lights and tourist destinations.

It wasn’t like we were the family friendly version of my spring break from Rippton U.

My pocket vibrated. I extracted my phone as I leaned over the railing at the back of the boat, the stillness beneath my feet a surprise after the constant moment and hum of the last days’ travel. I lit the screen, smirking at my roommate’s name.

Dex had his own share of troubles, but his not-girlfriend/Friday night fuck buddy wasn’t anything he couldn't handle midweek.

DEX: Got kicked out of Zin’s. All lonely. Come share my bed, bro.

DEX: You know I’m good for cuddles.

I nearly laughed outright at his bullshit. My thumb flew over the keypad in response.

FALCON: Keep yo sweaty ass outta my bed. I’m not taking Zinzi’s slops.

DEX: Spoilsport.

FALCON: Just keeping it real, bro.

DEX: Yeah, sure. Maybe I’ll steal whatever pretty piece you bring home next.

I snorted under my breath. Not likely; his soft spot was for one killer in knee high boots, dark denim, black hair and the attitude to take him on alone.

FALCON: Good luck with that, man. I’ll watch from a front row seat.

DEX: Nothing to see here tonight, my friend.

FALCON: Grovel. It’s what she needs to see and you know it.

DEX: I’ll bend a knee to that woman any night, but she needs something I can’t give her.

I nodded and pocketed my phone, knowing I’d have to top up my personal stash of whiskey when I got back to our room once he’d drunk himself dry. Zin needed space. He wanted to love bomb her, but in a good way—sort of. Shit, who was I kidding? They were toxic as fuck for each other but for whatever reason they also appeared to be what the other needed. She fought it. He didn’t. Maybe he needed to fight her back.

I ignored the next spate of text messages that came through, knowing he’d have started in on what was probably my favorite bottle. It wasn’t the first time I’d replaced it. Not that it mattered to me. I barely drank back on campus anymore.

The amount of liquor my father’s crew stuffed into me on these trips to harden me up had the adverse effect of curing me of wanting the shit in my body for the rest of the semester. Half of me wanted to stay and look at who my father surrounded himself with; the other half couldn’t wait for them to fucking leave.

I dropped my head into my hands with a groan and kicked at the railing. It reverberated against my arms, the vibrations ricocheting through my entire body. I scraped my nails through my scalp, relishing the light pain as a form of distraction.

“That kind of evening, huh?”

A soft, sweet voice that should never have been anywhere near my father or my boat brought my head up too fast. The blacked out horizon swam in a sea of stars that wouldn’t stay put as I turned toward the girl who spoke to me like I hadn’t nearly just puked my guts into the ocean below me a moment before anyway.

A vision in a pale blue, cotton dress with thin straps and a sweetheart neckline that stopped at her mid-calf, my body’s reaction to her hit me somewhere around the chest region. Dirty blonde hair that curled in a light wave around her throat and tumbled down her bare back shifted gently in the night’s breeze that I hadn’t noticed in my bid to escape my father’s lair. Hell, she could have been there the whole time and I might not have noticed her.

How the hell did I miss her standing there?

The thought made me illogically angry, but before I could rein my temper in, the words I didn't want to say flew out.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped, and winced. Fuck, I sound like my father.

The girl watched me quietly. Anyone else might have taken a step back. Anyone else might have run like hell when I glowered at him like I just did with her.

Anyone who knew my name. Which was when it hit me.

She has no idea who I am.