Mafia Mate: Mafia Mate

By Elle Q. Sabine

Work hard. Keep quiet. No infighting. No leaving. No poaching the women.

Jimmy Savaggio made these five rules for his street gang when he was a teenager. Along the way, he met Danny, Max, Mario and Margot. Together, they turned that posse into a conglomerate of mafia crews and corporate sharks. But now, the rules are being broken, one by one, by Jimmy himself and then by his underbosses, too. Nothing is sacred now, except the spouses they find and keep.

Contains the novellas The Don's Rose, The Don's Enforcer, The Don's Money Man, The Don's Diplomat, and The Don's Secretary.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elle Q. Sabine
• Release date: Dec 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781393507673

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MAFIA MATE. The Complete Series.

The Don's Rose (Book One)

The Don's Enforcer (Book Two)

The Don's Money Man (Book Three)

The Don's Diplomat (Book Four)

The Don's Secretary (Bonus short story)

Elle Q. Sabine

Copyright 2017-2018 Elle Q. Sabine

(Contact Elle Q. Sabine at [e-mail])

Cover Design by Elle Q. Sabine.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

COVER PAGE

TABLE OF CONTENTS

LICENSE NOTES

TRADEMARK ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

ABOUT Mafia Mate.

THE DON'S ROSE. Mafia Mate. Book One.

THE DON'S ENFORCER. Mafia Mate. Book Two.

THE DON'S MONEY MAN. Mafia Mate. Book Three.

THE DON'S DIPLOMAT. Mafia Mate. Book Four.

THE DON'S SECRETARY (not previously published)

ABOUT The Don's Secretary

NEW YEAR'S EVE

NEW YEAR'S DAY

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

BOOKS BY ELLE Q. SABINE

LICENSE NOTES

All rights reserved . No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, transmitted by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, etc) without the prior permission of the author, above.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

TRADEMARKS ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

Alfa Romeo Stelvio

Armani

Bluetooth

Boston University

Bottega Venata

Chloe

Christian Louboutin

Cornell University

Delvaux

Dolce & Gabbana

Dom Pérignon

Escalade

Fleur of England

Givenchy

Infiniti

Jimmy Choo

Kate Spade

Land Rover

Lincoln Navigator

London School of Economics

Mad Men (character Joan Holloway)

Manolo Blahnik

Maserati

New York University (NYU)

Nieman Marcus

Oscar de la Renta

Parker Thatch

Pinterest

Prada

Prius

Queen's University

Ritz-Carlton

Solo (Solo plastic party cup)

Spelman College

The Godfather

The Hobbit

University of Chicago

University of Geneva

Valentino

Wikipedia

ABOUT MAFIA MATE

Work hard. Keep quiet . No infighting. No leaving. No poaching the women.

Jimmy Savaggio made these five rules for his street gang when he was a teenager. Along the way, he met Danny, Max, Mario and Margot. Together, they turned that posse into a conglomerate of mafia crews and corporate sharks. But now, the rules are being broken, one by one, by Jimmy himself and then by his underbosses, too. Nothing is sacred now, except the spouses they find and keep.

The Don's Rose

Mafia Mate. Book One .

Elle Q. Sabine

ABOUT THE DON'S ROSE

When Jimmy Savaggio first sees Rosalia across the room at his corporation's holiday gathering, he falls into instant lust. When he first makes her orgasm in his arms later that evening, his lust turns into a blinding obsession. When he rescues her from hell, blinding obsession develops into an abiding love. But Rosalia isn't content to exist at the beck and call of a mafia don. She won't be hidden away or kept a secret, not even for her own protection. Not again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE BY ELLE

The Don's Rose is set in a fictional world created around Jimmy Savaggio and his close family and friends: his mother, his executive assistant, and three friends he made as a child and who have stayed loyal to him for decades. This world is not a real one. Crime families and mafia organizations are not the stuff of happily ever after in the world I live in, but they can be havens of respectability and safety in worlds created on laptops and Pinterest boards.

This story contains violence, cursing, sex, an arrogant heterosexual hero and expensive purses. If these topics or discussion of alternative sexuality and gender fluidity offend you, then please find another author to read.

For more about me, please refer to my short bio at the end of the book.

DEDICATION

To friends who continue to encourage me to write. If you've read a beta version of this story, bought a copy of any of my books or retweeted me on Twitter during #1LineWed, then yes, I mean you. Thank you.

ONE

I want to know every fucking thing about that one, Jimmy demanded, not looking away from the devastating raven-haired stunner across the room. She was wearing an understated green turtleneck sweater and black pants with leather high-heeled boots that stopped below her knee, a far cry from how he'd have dressed her.

For this, the company holiday party, she ought to be wrapped in red silk with a plunging neckline and silver Christian Louboutin pumps with red satin ankle ties. Her hair would be draped over her shoulders in a glistening black crown, instead of pinned in a conservative knot on the back of her head. Her lips would be highlighted with a glossy red lipstick that would come off as she sucked his cock after the party – or, better yet, during the party when he took her into the private VIP lounge reserved for Jimmy and his immediate circle. She'd transform from glamorous to disheveled and needy as he broke her down into –

Boss, she's off the market, Margot murmured, from her spot one step from his left side and one step behind. Margot was the ultra-organized admin and angel who kept his life in order, but he almost snapped at her to make her explain. She went on before he could get out any intelligible words. That's Ricardo Dinapoli's wife, the one he married this summer. She's from Chicago, second generation Martelluci, Sicilian but legit. Plenty of relatives, but no known connection to the family, here or in Sicily. At least not until she married Dinapoli.

Why the hell is she with that one? Jimmy demanded, silently resolving to end that atrocity as soon as possible. It was a damn good thing he was the don, since he'd forbidden the men of the family from poaching each other's spouses.

As a young man, Ricardo Dinapoli had been an acceptable soldier in the family that Jimmy had spent the last twenty years quietly building in Oswego and Syracuse, then expanding west toward Rochester and north to Watertown. Now Ricardo was a subpar employee for the holding corporation that he, Danny and Max had formed to manage the family's network of small businesses and financial assets operated by his capos and their crews. Ricardo also lacked any connection, past or present, to the Savaggio famiglia. Jimmy had taken Ricardo into the fold as a favor to Ricardo's uncle, when Ricardo had needed out of Italy as a young man. In those days, Jimmy had traded favors to further his own family. But now, at thirty-two, Ricardo had outlived his usefulness. In the family, he was a recruiter – a scout. In the corporation, he was part of the acquisitions team that brought existing businesses in under the company umbrella. He hadn't done much of either for at least two years now.

No, Ricardo wouldn't be going any further in Jimmy's organization.

Jimmy's family was a newer, better version of the stiff-rumped old Cosa Nostra that had been prosecuted out of existence in upper New York. Jimmy wouldn't make the same errors the old-timers had. Even though Dinapoli was made for his early recruitment work – he'd brought in two tour boat companies to the corporation that were immensely profitable as well as several restaurants and bars early on in his career – he was not indispensable. Jimmy couldn't care less if his soldiers and capos were native Italian. As long as they could speak or learn the language, or were married to it, they could prove their worth and join the ranks. He required hard work, the code of silence, the keeping of family secrets, prohibited adultery with the family's wives, and considered fighting among members without Jimmy's approval a capital offense. Everything else was negotiable.

Ricardo Dinapoli was not a hard worker, at least not for the family.

A grim smile touched Jimmy's face. Losing his head would definitely put a cramp in Ricardo's future prospects in the family, or out of it.

I'll find out, sir, Margot said. It was an emotionless answer. Want me to bring him in for a consult?

Jimmy wasn't sure that was a good idea, not if Dinapoli was going to walk out of the meeting. Why don't you bring her in for an interview instead? She doesn't already work for me, does she? He didn't even turn his head to check Margot's expression, at least not until she answered. Her voice was tight with some suppressed emotion that caught his immediate attention.

No, sir, she doesn't work for us in any capacity. I suggested Dinapoli have her apply for the analyst job you've been trying to fill but he told me to bugger off, that he could support her without charity from a freaky fish.

He didn't? Jimmy's anger went up a notch. Why the hell didn't you tell me that when it happened?

Margot shrugged. It was August when he brought her here. You were in New York, then Boston, then London and Rome on your annual networking meets. By the time you returned in September, I decided there was no reason to call it to your attention.

Jimmy raised his brows but saved his irritation at her reticence for a more appropriate time and place. But he still wanted his curiosity about the woman appeased immediately. What makes you think she'd make a good fit for the job? You know what I expect in work ethic and productivity.

Margot looked uncomfortable, then grimaced. I thought it might be advantageous to have someone from the family, or at least an associate, who would know the rules. She married into us, so Max had done a background on her, just like everyone else and that ended on my desk to review in case you had a need to know. She earned an undergrad from London School of Economics, an MBA from the University of Chicago and a graduate degree from the University of Geneva, all by the age of twenty-six. From all accounts, she's fluent in English, Italian, and French, and competent in Spanish and German. But she married Ricardo almost immediately when she returned from Switzerland. She clearly intended to do something with her life, and now she's a housewife to a – Margot stopped abruptly, flushing slightly.

A self-righteous, pompous asshole bigot whose head has swollen out of proportion to his micro-penis? Jimmy suggested. He didn't hold to the old family ways of driving out anyone who didn't fit with traditional missionary-position sexuality.

Perhaps it was growing up as a boy in Catholic school, he thought, but he quite enjoyed the sudden thought he had of Rosalia in missionary position. But then again, he also would appreciate her bent over, dress pulled to her hips, and Jimmy behind her with his dick deep in her ass.

A couple of the bodyguards who were close enough to Jimmy choked back their laughter, but he saw the flash of appreciation in Margot's gaze. He knew Margot, who had transitioned from Marcus in the summer between graduating from Boston University and arriving to work as Jimmy's salvation in the guise of executive assistant, never whined about how life was unfair or that his soldiers were navel-gazing sexually repressed dickheads. Margot kept her sex life private, and Jimmy respected her for that.

Right at the moment he wanted his sex life to be sacrosanct, too, but he knew quite well that as soon as he made a move on Rosalia, they'd be the whispered topic of every discussion from now until Independence Day – among the men and the women. Gossip was vicious, and his sex life was about to become family business. If anyone else blindly broke one of the guiding principles of the family, he could demand expulsion or even a trip to the bottom of Lake Ontario in response. Jimmy's only saving grace was that he owned the family. Danny, Max and Mario – his underbosses but also the men who had been his best friends since childhood – would forgive him the sin. At least, he hoped they would.

As you say, sir, she returned.

Right then, get me that report and have Danny's people look into her more closely, and her family. I want everything that she's done and everyone she's met since she started kindergarten: financials, legal, relationships, social media, family connections. Make sure she's not in bed with the Bureau or any of the other bastard feds. He signaled to Danny, beside him on the right, who acknowledged the order with a crisp nod.

Immediately, Margot agreed, opening her ever-present tablet. Jimmy looked away from her, frowning when he realized his beauty had moved. He scanned the room quickly, and found her on Ricardo's arm, walking slowly through the crowd. They were headed toward the door, but slowly. Ricardo stopped to exchange greetings with one of the finance crew and she waited demurely at his side, the perfect companion.

Danny, make sure they don't leave yet, he ordered. Danny ran the enforcement crew. By day, Danny and his soldiers functioned as the corporation's security division. Jimmy was the corporation's Chief Operating Officer and CEO. Max's crew were more tech geeks than bruisers, but he was a brilliant financier, one who straddled the line between the family business and corporate accounting geek quite well. He managed the corporation's financial arm but was also Jimmy's money man. Max's modern version of tribute and protection payments didn't necessarily involve guns or violence. Those who got above their station or attempted to withhold profits from the corporation could easily find their credit frozen, their bank accounts emptied, and even their physical assets suddenly under new family ownership. Mario was his senior strategist and planning chief, much like a consigliere of old but with the contemporary title of Chief Information Officer.

When they do leave, I want a tail on them – a guard for her.

Jimmy watched the couple a moment longer as Danny acknowledged the directive and spoke into his mic. He watched her, his gut churning. Rosalia Isabelle did not appear to be a woman who was infatuated with her newlywed husband, thank the good lord. She appeared disconnected, without a smile on her face as she looked directly ahead of her, studying something or someone on the far side of the room. She did not lean into Ricardo, or look up at him with the gaze of a lover.

Instead, she held herself upright, allowing but not seeking the touch of his hand at her elbow. Jimmy looked more closely and saw that hand at her elbow was not mere guidance. Ricardo had his hand clamped tightly around her arm, just above the joint.

Jimmy's green jealously turned a murderous red with rage.

I think it's time I met the lovely Rosalia, he announced, unsuccessfully suppressing his rage. He could hear it in his own damn voice.

Danny immediately stepped forward and cleared a path, with Margot and a guard – Lanz tonight – behind him. The other two meandered through the crowd, so that they could come up behind Ricardo and Rosalia, boxing them in.

Ricardo recognized Jimmy immediately, his impassive mien draining away for a moment before he came to his senses and smiled a welcome. He didn't drop his hand on Rosalia's elbow, though, not even to offer to shake Jimmy's hand. Boss, how are you? You got holiday plans?

Jimmy gave him an even stare, then looked pointedly at Rosalia. I don't believe we've met. I'm James Savaggio, Jimmy now that we've met.

Rosalia opened her mouth to speak, but Ricardo interrupted, almost petulant. Boss, this is Rosalia, my wife. Rosalia, I'm sure you remember that I've told you about Don Savaggio.

Even Jimmy caught the note of warning in Ricardo's voice. Rosalia visibly paled, but held out her free hand in response. Jimmy reached for it automatically.

Her musical voice tempted his inner caveman as much as the soft hand in his. It's very nice to meet you, sir. Ricardo was just telling me how grateful he is that you've organized this company party so early in December, so the gathering doesn't conflict with all the other upcoming holiday events.

Jimmy heard the dulcet tones of her voice roll over him and struggled to contain his reaction. Inside his pants, his cock hardened to rigid proportions. Mio Dio, he nearly said aloud. Her hand was living velvet in his, and her voice created a dull ache in the small of his back. He had to have this one, he thought. Tonight.

Dinapoli could be damned.

Ricardo, I'm going to dance with Rosalia now, he announced.

She rewarded his decision with a soft, swift gasp. Ricardo stiffened and didn't release her elbow.

Jimmy turned his gaze on the man, making sure Ricardo saw nothing but absolute command on his face. You'll excuse us now, he bit out.

Ricardo was a fool. He released Rosalia, but slowly, as if he did so only because he had no other alternative. Jimmy, who had not released her other hand, drew her closer and tucked her under his shoulder before turning them both away from Ricardo. If he had his way, he wouldn't let Rosalia out of his reach again. Business, the family and his famiglia had always been the foci of his life, but few crossed from business and family to famiglia. One touch of Rosalia and he was mentally moving her over that invisible boundary.

The dance floor was across the cocktail lounge. The lights were lowered and the music loud enough to make talking difficult. In front of him, Danny was already speaking into his mic, so the tune shifted to a slower, softer sound as they entered.

Jimmy turned to the darkest corners of the room, keeping Rosalia at his side, and merged into the shadows. He picked a point near the back wall where others were also coupled and turned slightly so that Rosalia would come up against him on the dance floor.

You are breathtaking, he murmured against the top of her hair, wrapping his hands around her. He shook as he pressed his hands to the small of her back and held her against his chest for the first time.

Mother of God, he was going to lose control over his body right there on the damned dance floor. His balls were already tight and his cock harder than granite, straining against his trousers and unmistakably pressing into her stomach.

She was not unaffected either. Her small hands reached up and settled on his shoulders, not clinging to him but certainly not trying to create any distance. Against his chest, her breasts shifted and he felt her nipples press against his pectoral muscles.

What would he give to have her bare, skin-to-skin?

His whole fucking kingdom, he thought, remembering the ill-fated story of Bathsheba and King David. Ricardo was going to die, and this Bathsheba in his arms would be his reward. At least he didn't already have a wife. That would have been a complete mind fuck. He felt a moment of sympathy for the poor street kid who'd become a mythical king, then shook himself.

Once upon a time, the wily, manipulative bastard sent Bathsheba's husband to the front lines to die a warrior's death.

Jimmy didn't intend to bother with that subterfuge. He'd do whatever he had to take the girl, and if that meant Ricardo had to go, then Ricardo was a straight up dead man.

TWO

Rosalia couldn't say if she was in heaven or hell, but she knew better than to struggle. Ricardo would beat her for this, she knew, but how was she supposed to refuse the man who was at the top of Ricardo's food chain? Despite the simple truth that she'd ached to agree, surely Ricardo knew she had no option but to accept the invitation, to not give offense?

She'd dressed conservatively so as not to attract attention, and not strayed from his side the entire evening. No one had looked at her twice, not until James Savaggio himself had strode up with his entourage and picked her out of the crowd. She'd seen him earlier, of course, and had been careful not to stare. Even without four bodyguards and an admin who was a doppelganger for the classic Mad Men's secretary Joan Holloway surrounding him, the man exuded a power that had caught her attention and attracted her. Now up close and personal, with those same guards keeping others from straying any closer to them, Jimmy was irresistible.

In time with the music, she moved against him, almost moaning when her breasts pressed against his hard chest. Despite the urge to rub up and down against him and run her hands into his hair, she tried to remain still, moving only in response to the music. Somewhere, if it was at all possible, Ricardo would be watching.

This dance would make whatever fate Ricardo had in mind for her worthwhile.

Dear God in heaven, the heat and smell and erotic intention seeping from this man's body would bring Rosalia to her knees. She tried to imagine what rage Ricardo would enact at home, if she would even survive it. But instead, the only vision she could concoct was her kneeling at Jimmy Savaggio's feet, mouth open and her hands clutching his thighs as she begged for the right to touch him.

Jimmy slid her small handbag from her shoulder and tossed it to his assistant, who was standing near the wall, waiting on him. At her back, Jimmy's big hands shifted, subtly stroking up and back down a few inches. Already aroused by his commanding presence, she shuddered violently and tried to hide it by shifting awkwardly. An unfamiliar warmth dampened her panties. Rosalia swallowed a moan, thanking the saint she'd been named for that the room was dark and full of people. Jimmy Savaggio couldn't possibly see her flushed face or smell the juices that she'd just produced.

Hopefully Ricardo would let her visit the ladies room before they left.

"That's it, mia tesoro, mia rosa. Make yourself feel good. Sei una bella donna."

His husky voice at her ear made Rosalia feel lightheaded. Her knees wobbled and hit him awkwardly. Instead of stepping back or apologizing, he lowered one hand and cupped her ass, lifting her off her feet and shifting his hips to rub himself brazenly on her.

Mother of God, she uttered, the words escaping before she could stop them. She felt him turn so that she was hidden from the room, her back to the wall and his guard dogs on every side of them. Rosalia buried her face in his shoulder and tried to remember to breathe but all she could process was his hand on her ass, squeezing as he rocked her against him.

The rhythmic pressure on her pubis was a better stimulant than she'd ever experienced. If this was her only taste of heaven, she'd take it and never forget. She doubted the big man who was holding her knew just how close to paradise he'd driven her. He was an Italian man, after all, and probably considered dancing with wives of his mafiosos one of the privileges of leadership. And as an Italian man, there was no doubt he danced as erotically as any Frenchman who wished to woo a woman.

"Vieni da me, amante." The words were clear enough, and Rosalia's mastery of the language was unquestionable. She translated them easily. Come to me, lover. But she couldn't grasp what he was saying, caught up in the seductive aura that surrounded him. Come to him, where? "Vieni per me."

Come for me. That was easier. Her body obeyed him instantly, shattering into a million pieces as the song concluded.

He held her a moment longer before he settled her on her own feet, his hands sliding up and down over hips as she remembered that she could walk on her own. When she stepped back, he let her go. She dared not look at him, embarrassed by her wantonness. Did he know she'd orgasmed, without any sort of intimate touch? He'd done no more than dance with her.

Before she could gather her courage and speak, the efficient admin who was holding her purse was thrusting out a tablet to him. "Sir, I apologize but we have an urgent matter. È una questione famiglia."

That sentence was easy enough to interpret. A family matter. Rosalia stiffened. The moment ended and she stepped back, not wanting to know more about his business than absolutely necessary.

Jimmy took the tablet and scanned the message, scowling. He looked up as Rosalia blinked, catching her jaw in his palm. "La mia rosa, I apologize but I must attend to this immediately. Mia madre is ill. I will see you very soon, I promise. My people will make sure you get home safely tonight."

Rosalia blinked as she absorbed that his sudden distraction was his mother and not the mob, but his security people were already drawing him