The London Brotherhood II: BWWM Romance Brotherhoods, #2

By Jamila Jasper

Book Two: A smoking hot interracial mafia romance pregnancy themed sequel

SIERRA ST. JAMES

Ollie is dead.

My survival counts on my trust in a dead man.

But if life with Ollie is truly over, I must do whatever it takes to protect my unborn daughter.

And I'll fight anyone who gets in my way...

OLLIE COOK

I wake up on the brink of death.

I must return to Sierra, no matter what.

And when I find her, I'll make sure to protect her.

Nothing like this will ever happen again...

And if it does, I'll unleash hell on the bastards who dare to touch my family...

This is Book Two in a 7 Book completed series by International Bestselling Romance Author, Jamila Jasper. This addictive interracial mafia romance series continues the story of a man in the London mafia falling in love with an AfroBritish brown-skinned woman in a BWWM saga of interconnected, high-heat stories, not for the faint-hearted. Mafia romance lovers, take a peek inside to dive into the NO cheating, guaranteed HEA romance story. Each story is available on audiobook and paperback.

Book I: London Brotherhood I

Book II: London Brotherhood II

Book III: London Brotherhood III

Book IV: Navy SEAL Brotherhood IV

Book V: The Moscow Brotherhood V

Book VI: The German Biker Gang Brotherhood VI

Book VII: The Parisian Billionaire Brotherhood VII

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jamila Jasper
• Release date: Apr 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386861546

Jamila Jasper

Jamila Jasper is a 32-year-old romance author who just moved to a small corner of New England. She's always been in love with black romantic comedies and writing interracial romance fan fiction. This love of writing has morphed into a passion for publishing BWWM novels. Jamila concocts, sweet full-length romance novels with guaranteed happily ever after endings, each one with a creative, strong female lead and an attractive, caring white man. Sign up for her e-mail list here to receive FREE stories, exclusive offers and an update of Jamila's publication schedule:  Bit.ly/jamilajasper  Hit this link to get text message updates from me: https://slkt.io/gxzM

Book preview

Chapter One

OLLIE COOK

Iwoke up on the street alone with nothing but my knickers and my winter coat. My guns were gone. My knives. My ID. My wallet. My legs could barely move of their own accord from the stinging, biting cold. My face was bloody and the blood congealed, sticking my cheek to the pavement. I groaned as I wrested it off. My nose was so bitterly cold that I couldn’t feel it at the end of my face.

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Bloody hell, I grumbled.

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I sat up, tuning into the sound of sirens, and the smell of asphalt and smog. One whiff of it and I knew that I wasn’t in London anymore. I staggered to my feet, drunk off of unconsciousness and fuzzy-headed due to the cold. I stumbled up against the first wall I could find. With blurred vision, I tried to focus on something. On anything.

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Where’s Lilly.

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Shit. My legs were too cold to hold me up. I stumbled towards a door, or what I thought was a door and banged on it hard.

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Help! Somebody help!

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No response. I stumbled down the street. I bit down on my lip and realized that I couldn’t feel it either. I stumbled forward a bit more and pounded my fists against another door. I called with a voice that didn’t sound like my own, knackered from the cold and hoarse from the blows my throbbing head absorbed.

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This door swung open. A blonde lass stood before me, bright-eyed but plain.

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Ma! Mae yna fachgen yn sefyll wrth y drws dan sylw yn y gwaed.

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Pardon me? I asked.

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You’re English? She replied.

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I nodded, too cold and confused to understand what strange sounds had emerged from the girl’s mouth. Before I could say another word, her mother appeared, with the same blonde hair and the same plain face. Only her mother weighed about fifty pounds more than her, with matronly curves that added an air of softness.

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Her mother furrowed her brow.

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Why are you standing there in just your knickers?

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Where am I?

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Wales. Can’t you tell? Why right away, I could tell you’re a Londoner.

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Wales? Bloody hell. Where in Wales?

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Sir, I think it may be right for me to call the police.

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No no! Wait. No police…. Please. I just need to warm up. I got… mugged.

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Lookit him ma. He can’t hurt anybody, her daughter pleaded on my behalf, a warm smile crossing her face.

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I smiled back, wincing as the movement of my facial muscles cracked a bit of frozen blood, and possibly some of the skin on my cheek.

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They did you in real nice, her mother replied, Come on in. I’m Carwen and this is my daughter, Megan.

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Lovely, I muttered.

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Carwen pushed the door open for me and let me into their small, ground floor flat.

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My brother Jamie has some clothes that might fit, Megan suggested, blushing as her eyes caught my knickers.

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I wrapped my coat around my torso tightly.

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Sorry, I mumbled.

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No trouble, Carwen retorted, Now sit here and I’ll make you a cuppa to warm you up.

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I sat myself down gently on the chairs to her kitchen table. The chair I chose happened to have a wobbly leg and I adjusted my stance, exposing too much of my thighs and waist to the cool air. I shuddered and Carwen patted me on the head like a small pup and bustled off to the kitchen. Megan already fled upstairs and I could hear her feet thudding on the hardwood as she presumably searched her brother’s closet for something I could wear.

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Before the kettle went off, Megan had returned with a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. Already down to my knickers, I shimmied out of my coat and then slipped into the clothes which warmed me up immediately. I got back into my coat. Megan stared at me the whole time, smiling at me.

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Funny lad, aren’t you? What about that face of yours ? Needs cleaning up.

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I nodded and she bustled off into the kitchen behind her mother. I eyed the small mirror across the hall which distorted my already bruised and beaten up face, making me look even worse. My eye was black, there was a cut across my cheek, and those bastards had bust open my lip and nose. I touched my nose and winced. Definitely broken. Definitely something I’d have to go to the doctor for and explain. Again. Carwen came out with my cuppa and set it on the table before taking a seat across from me. Megan came out next with a hot rag.

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This may hurt, she warned.

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I closed my eyes and allowed her to sponge my face clean.

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Big scar you’ve got there.

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I grunted in response.

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Looks like you’ve been mugged before.

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Only a few times, I mumbled.

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The truth of how I’d received my scar would only scare the poor lass, which she didn’t deserve. I winced as her hot rag drove over my open wounds.

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Looks like you need stitches, Carwen offered.

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Right. And a hospital.

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We can take you! Megan suggested.

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No thanks. Once I figure out where I am, I’ll be on my way.

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You haven’t got any money, Megan reminded me.

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Right. I s’pose I could look ‘round for a tenner.

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Is there anyone you can call?

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My head throbbed in pain. I sipped on my tea. Right. Calling somebody. Why hadn’t I thought of that first? I was losing my head.

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Yeah. I’ve got someone.

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Right. Let’s get him a phone.

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Carwen came back with her phone, but when I looked at it, I couldn’t think of who to talk to. I dialed Sean, but he didn’t respond. Then Rupert, same thing. I called Sierra and there was still no response. Shit. The brotherhood was absent. My enforcers weren’t in London either, and I couldn’t get through to them. Without taking it all the way up to Ireland and Scotland, I had nobody. And then there was the Lilly issue. That loud-mouthed girl had gotten herself kidnapped. And just like the Russian bastards had dropped me on the streets of wherever the bloody hell I was, they could easily have dropped Lilly somewhere else and there was