The London Brotherhood I: BWWM Romance Brotherhoods, #1

By Jamila Jasper

Book One: A high-heat interracial mafia romance story set in London. 

SIERRA ST. JAMES

I shouldn't have anything to do with a dangerous man like Oliver.

I let his olive-green eyes and his rippling muscles get the better of me.

One night of explosive passion should have been the end of it.

Men like Ollie will never let a woman slip through their fingers so easily…

Saying goodbye won't come without a price.

OLIVER COOK

One look at her gorgeous face and round bum and I know I need her.

I fight against my powerful urges to keep her around.

She'll never understand me… or why I do what I do.

One night, I listen to the devil on my shoulder.

Now, I'm addicted to a woman I should have never even touched.

This is Book One in a 7 Book completed series by International Bestselling Romance Author, Jamila Jasper. This addictive interracial mafia romance series begins with 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: 9781386906827

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

SIERRA ST. JAMES

H e took my mate’s girl, you get me? So I ‘ad to do something about it. I pushed ‘im up against the wall and ‘e started squealing like a pig. I took my knife and I pressed it up to him. He started shaking, scared like a little girl. I leaned in and laughed. I couldn’t ‘elp it. ‘E looked so weak. How am I supposed to respect ‘im. I didn’t do nothing though. I walked away. ‘E was scared enough.

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Do you think there was any other way to handle him, Malik?

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‘E disrespected me, innit? I ‘ave a right to defend myself.

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I understand. It doesn’t feel good to be threatened, does it?

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No Miss St. James. It doesn’t. I ‘ad to teach him a lesson, innit?

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Was there any other way you could have handled him, Malik?

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Let me tell you something, alright? Niggas like him get mad hench and think they can talk any way they want on the estate. You can’t show them weakness, innit.

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I understand. But Malik, you have to remember what we discussed last time. It isn’t always the best response to jump straight to violence.

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You think these pagans understand conversation?

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Well, have you tried?

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He snickered.

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Miss St. James, I’m sorry, but it just wouldn’t work. I’m dealing with niggas darker than you could imagine.

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Right.

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I paused, scribbling a note about Malik’s latest encounter in my record book, filled with accounts of tens of similar incidents, which had become progressively worse, not better throughout the course of our counseling.

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For example, Malik continued, unprompted by any of my questions, I’ve got bare problems on the estate. I’ve got beef. Real beef. I can’t show weakness. Last week, Butcher got my sister up against the wall with a gun to ‘er ‘ead. What do you think he’d do if I showed weakness.

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So you’re doing this for your sister?

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Yes. Maybe. Sort of.

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You think if your sister got free of her boyfriend you would feel safer?

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Absolutely.

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For a child who raced to violence and responded emotionally to any perceived slight, I could always be surprised by Malik’s calm and rational nature that breached his estate programming during our sessions every once in a while.

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Is there anything you can do to get her away from him?

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I could shank him.

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Aside from that.

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Malik shook his head.

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No. He wants me to join…

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I raised an eyebrow. Malik had always been cautious with me not to reveal what I’d suspected since we started our sessions together. The brotherhood had been circling. My manager at the centre had warned us to look for the signs, underestimating the fact that our wards knew what we were doing and maintained a deep self-interest in keeping any potential gang activity far out of our sight.

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Malik trusted me, and he’d just let his guard down enough for me to get information that I wanted. If the brotherhood was closing in on a new recruit, I’d have to tell someone.

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Join what?

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Nevermind.

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Malik, you can talk to me.

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Oh I can, can I? So you won’t rat me out to Gemma?

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Well—

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You can’t lie to me. You’re too good.

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I’m obligated to report to my superiors. That’s never been a secret.

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Fine. Report me. But you don’t ‘ave to worry.

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Why?

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Mandem can’t make Malik join a gang if ‘e don’t want to, innit?

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Right.

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Then nothing to worry about.

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What sort of pressure are you under? Do you think you can withstand it?

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Me an’ Butcher ‘ave an understanding. That’s about it. I help ‘im out, sure. But ‘e knows I’m only doing it for my sister, you get me?

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Of course. If you need any help, Malik, that’s why we’re here.

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I know.

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Why are you here Malik? You don’t have to come in for counseling. What do you want from us?

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I want to make sure my sister is alright. I don’t want to do anything that gets me killed. I don’t want to do anything dangerous. I want to be the man she needs. I want her to get away from that Irish bastard.

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Violence won’t solve anything with him. The brotherhood’s pockets run deep. Remember that.

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That’s bait.

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Right, but you just told me about how you handled things before. Something like that won’t fly when you’re dealing with dangerous, dangerous men.

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Malik smirked and put his feet up, a cocksure grin plastered across his seventeen-year-old face. That face was too wise for his age. He shouldn’t have had to deal with the cards he’d been dealt — seventeen, living on the estate with his sister and a crazy asshole who would have the brotherhood circling Malik like vultures if they could find any good use for him at all.

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What do you know about dangerous men? Malik taunted me.

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I know enough to know that you don’t want to mess with them.

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Something’s different about you, Sierra, Malik said, using my first name and leaning forward, his chin propped up on his hands as he stared at me, You ain’t like the other counselors in this joint. You’ve seen things.

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We aren’t here to talk about me.

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I’m right though, ain’t I?

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If I tell you something about me, will you answer my question honestly?

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Sure, Miss.

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I had a brother who was involved in gang activity.

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Prison?

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No. But you’ve had your answer, so now it’s time for you to answer my question.

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Fair enough.

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When they come knocking, when they come calling for you, will you tell me the truth? Can you promise me that, Malik?

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Fine. I promise.

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Good.

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Our session is finished today, I announced, glancing at the old, loud clock in the corner of my office.

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Perfect.

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I rose and stuck out my hand to shake Malik’s. He lunged forward, embracing me in a tight hug. Hugging him made me realize how skinny he was for his age, how frail he was, and how a boy so young should never have his childhood on the line the way that Malik did.

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Can I walk you to your car?

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He wanted to talk more, I could sense it. One hour a week was hardly enough to push past all the barriers he had rightfully erected around people like me — people he saw as posh, people who didn’t understand the life he’d been born into on the estate.

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Do you have more to say to me?

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Only about Butcher and what ‘e’s doing to ‘er.

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Sure. Tell me.

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"Promise you won’t make things