Cute Billionaire’s Mafia

By Rachel Foster

Molly confronts Josh about not just being a mob boss but one of the people that killed her parents. He doesn't want to lose her… And after learning that her brother's mafia hasn't stopped selling drugs he knows he has to die… Even if it means the end of his relationship with Molly. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: 3rd Publishing
• Release date: Mar 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215829530

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Cute Billionaire’s Mafia

Rachel Foster

Copyright © 2018 by Rachel Foster

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Cute Billionaire’s Mafia

Cute Billionaire’s Mafia

1

Molly

A

s I stumbled back to the car, I couldn’t even see straight through the tears that were coursing down my cheeks.

This couldn’t be real. None of it could be. It had to be some sort of mistake. Josh – Josh couldn’t be part of that family. He couldn’t be part of this world. There was something amiss, something wrong, something missing. I was sure of it.

Or maybe I just had to be sure of it. Because the alternative was that I had fallen for a man who was still wrapped up in the world that I had sworn that I would have nothing at all to do with. And that couldn’t be true.

Molly!

I heard a voice from behind me. I managed to grasp the side of the car for support, and then looked around to see who was speaking to me.

Marco. He was following me out of the warehouse, but I could barely look at him. I knew that he was still involved in this world, in everything that I had tried so hard to leave behind, but the thought of having to look him in the eye and acknowledge it was enough to turn my stomach. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t - I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t let this happen to me again...

You need to come back and talk about this, he ordered me, but I shook my head. How was I meant to do that, when he had just told me that the man I loved had been the one to kill our parents? Did he really think that I could just dismiss it that easily? If I could – if I could, I would have been doing a disservice to the memory of the people who had raised me. As I squeezed my eyes shut, a flash of their bodies played out in my head, and I jolted with fear again.

How could it have been him? How could it have been Josh? In all the time that I had known him, I had never sensed for an instant that there was anything going on in him but the purest intentions. Sure, I’d had a few questions about how he had made all his money, but I would never in a million years have thought that the answer would be this.

I shuddered. Tried not to think about all the fancy stuff that he had treated me to – tried not to think about how much blood and pain must have gone into affording that for us. I couldn’t believe this. But, at the same time...

I knew that there was something off about the secrets he was keeping from me. What did he have to hide? Well, this was the only thing that made sense – the only thing that he would keep from me was the one thing that he knew I wouldn’t be able to stand for an instant. The only thing that I couldn’t live with.

Had he known when he had found me? Had he sought me out because he wanted to make amends, or had it been something this? Had he been getting off this whole time on the thought that I didn’t know what he had done? It was possible. Anything was possible now that the truth was finally out there, and I had no idea how I was supposed to live with everything that I had just been told. My skin was crawling, my whole body aching with the knowledge of what he had kept from me, and I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to recover from it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to break the windows of this car and watch them spray all over the parking lot.

But none of that would have been enough. Because I had still given my heart to someone who had killed my parents. And I knew that I would never be able to recover from the horror of knowing that I had.

Molly, Marco spoke to me again, and this time, I managed to look up at him through my tear-streaked eyes.

What is it? I spat at him. How long had he known this? How much had he held back from me? Was this why he had been getting me to do those workouts and that training with him? Because he thought I might have been in danger from the man that I was dating? Why the fuck didn’t he tell me sooner? My head was spinning. Even though he had only been the messenger, I was still seethingly angry at my brother.

What’s wrong? he asked. I almost laughed. How could he even wonder that out loud? He had just ripped my life apart. No, worse than that – he had just shown me that I had been the one to rip my own life apart. I couldn’t come back from that. I never would be able to. I had invited someone into my life who had caused more harm than anyone else I had ever known before, and it was enough to make me feel downright sick.

I need to get out of here, I muttered to him. Give me the keys-

We need to talk first, Marco replied. I shook my head.

I need to go, I told him firmly. Keys. Now. Please, Marco, I can’t be here any more...

He seemed to note the pleading tone in my voice, and actually took it for what it was – a begging that he would just let me out of here, because I didn’t think that I was going to be able to last much longer just sitting there and waiting for him to come out and finish with Josh.

That was, if Josh would let me leave at all. After all, he might just decide that I knew far too much for my own good by then anyway, and take me out, just the same way he had done my parents. My brain was fuzzing over with images of him, of the things that we had done together, as I tried to work out just how many of them had been totally fake. What did he want me for? What did he need me for? Why had he drawn me into this mess for so long? None of it made any sense, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to clear my head sticking around here.

Finally, Marco pulled the keys from his pocket, and handed them over to me. I looked at him with what I could muster of a thankful expression in my face, and then turned to get into the car and get out of there for good.

I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t be here. I couldn’t go through with any of it, not when it felt like I was being ripped apart at the seams. There was only one thing that I was certain of in that moment, and that was that I needed to get out of there, put as much space between Josh and me as was humanly possible. I couldn’t talk to him, I couldn’t listen to him, I couldn’t even look at him. I needed peace. I needed space to deal with everything that had happened in my own head before I so much as thought his name once more.

Go, Marco told me, as he leaned towards the window. I can handle everything from here.

You’re going to be okay? I asked him. I could still see, in my mind’s eye, the gun that Josh had been holding, glinting in his hand. Marco nodded.

He’s not going to do anything that could hurt you, he assured me. I closed my eyes for a moment. The worst part was, I knew that he was right. Josh really wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Apart from the time that he had ripped my parents from me and left me an orphan for the rest of my days...

Go, Marco told me again, and with that, I put my foot down on the pedal, and got out of there. I needed to put as much space between myself and this mess as I possibly could. My brain was fogging over, and I couldn’t hardly keep my eyes on the road. I needed to stay focused, at least long enough for me to get home in one piece.

I peeled away from the warehouse, wiping the tears from my eyes as I did so, and hoped to God that Josh wasn’t going to come looking for me. Because, while there was still so much I had to ask him – I knew that I couldn’t even look him in the eyes right now without crying. I needed space. I needed him to give me the space that I wanted right now. And I needed him to stay the hell away from me and my family until I worked out what the fuck I had been doing when I had fallen in love with him.

2

Josh

"N

ate, make sure that Marco doesn’t leave the premises without securing the deal," I told my right-hand man. He still seemed to be in a state of shock at everything that had just happened. I was, too, but I knew that there were more pressing matters at hand here – the pressing matter of making sure that Molly didn’t get too far from me before I had a chance to explain to her everything that had brought us to this moment.

She knew. There was no denying it now, she knew. I didn’t know how the hell I was supposed to deal with this. I had always known, somewhere, at the back of my mind, that I would have to tell her what had happened, that I had been the one to pull the trigger on her beloved parents, but I hadn’t wanted it like this – some gotcha for a fucker like Marco to throw at her to prove that he had been right about me all along. The way he had used it, like some spikes over the road, letting them catch on her tires and send her spinning off out of control.

I had to make sure she didn’t get too far. Because I might not be able to bring her back if she did. And I wasn’t going to risk losing her for good.

What do you want me to do? Nate asked. He still sounded like he had been run down by a truck – I wasn’t sure if he had really put together the pieces about me being the one to kill her parents. I mean, he might have known it, but that was quite another thing than actually acknowledging that I had fallen for the woman whose parents I had murdered more than ten years ago now.

I want you to make sure that Marco doesn’t leave this place without agreeing not to sell drugs on our territory, I replied. Use force if you have to. Don’t kill him – I need him alive if I’m going to...

I trailed off, not needing to finish my sentence. Nate already knew how it ended. If I was going to stand a chance in hell of getting back the woman that I loved, then I was going to have to accept that I couldn’t take Marco out. He had to be alive. And I would bet that he had been banking on that when he had first turned up here with her, on the fact that I wasn’t going to hurt him as long as she knew who I was.

And he was right. It had worked. I hated that his plan had come together as well as it had, that he had been able to twist and turn and make things fit to his liking. That I had fitted into his scheme just the same way that his sister had.

But I could handle that once I was out of here. Right now, I could hear a car engine out in the parking lot, and I was sure that it was her, Molly, making a run for it.

And I would be damned if I came close to letting that happen.

I raced out of the warehouse, and, sure enough, there was no extra car in the parking lot where Molly and Marco had arrived. She was gone. Shit! I had to move fast. I dived for one of the vehicles next to me and slipped inside, grabbing the keys from the dashboard. I switched the engine on and took off after her, into the night, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried not to think about how far from me she might already be.

I couldn’t pay attention to anything except the road in front of me, as I scanned it to try and make her out in front of me. Where the hell was she? How far could she have gotten? In her state, she couldn’t have been thinking straight, and I hoped that she wasn’t putting herself in danger just to get out of there.

But she would have told me that I was crazy for even thinking of it like that. I mean, I had been the one who killed her family – how could she be in any more danger by herself than she could be with me? Maybe she had a point. No, I knew she did, but I didn’t want to come clean and admit it. I wanted to tuck that away, hide it out deep inside of me and pray that it would all be forgotten sooner rather than later. I had to pretend that I was still the man she loved, the person that she had fallen for all this time that we had been together, even if I knew that something had changed between us now that could never go back again.

I drummed my fingers on the wheel as I pulled up to a red light. I wanted to run it, but I knew that I couldn’t risk the cops noticing me or figuring out who I was, lest I bring hell down on the heads of the people that I was meant to be helping right now. I hoped that Nate had taken what I’d said to heart – if he hurt Marco, then I would be shit out of luck in trying to prove to her that she should give me another chance at all.

Fuck it. Nate had been right when he had told me that coming down here at all was a mistake. Coming after her. But I could still remember the first time that I had seen her picture, how I had known in that instant that I couldn’t give up on her – how I had seen something in her eyes that made my entire body light up. And I had been right to come chasing it, because the thought of having missed out on her, on everything that we had shared together, was enough to make my chest hurt. I needed a woman by my side, and I knew that it had to be a woman like her.

Even if she wanted nothing to do with me from this moment out. I pulled the car away from the light as soon as I got the chance and took off into the night once more.

I pulled around the block, knowing that she couldn’t have gone much further than I had followed already – she didn’t know this part of the world well, and she couldn’t have found many places to run to. So where the hell was she?

It was at that moment that I noticed a car – a familiar one, one that I had seen parked outside Marco’s gym a few times when I had come down there to meet her. My heart bounced up in my chest. It was her, it had to be her.

I pulled my car to a halt right beside it, jumped out, and hustled my ass around to see if she was inside – but the front seat was empty, the car locked up and quiet before me. Where had she gone? I was sure that this had to be her, but she was nowhere to be found.

I lifted my head and scanned the street, wondering if she had stopped somewhere to catch her breath or something. And then I heard it – the sound of a sob, cutting through the quiet night. And I knew that it had come from her. I turned to see a small park beside me, mostly cast into darkness, but I could make out a figure inside of it – a figure that looked a whole hell of a lot like Molly.

I stepped forward. I didn’t even know if she wanted to see me right now, I would guess that she had come all the way out here because she felt like she needed to get away from me. But I couldn’t let that happen, not yet, not until I’d had the chance to tell her how sorry I was and that I would do anything I could to make it right. That I would do anything that she asked me to, if it meant that I could push back the horror of what she had just found out.

She didn’t even move. I could hear her laboured breaths, the sound of her nearly choking on her own sadness, and it pained me so deeply that I could feel the ache deep inside my chest. But no matter how much it hurt, I knew that it must have been worse for her. After all, she was dealing with the shock of it, on top of everything else – I had known this all along. I had known what I was getting into when I had let myself fall in love with her, and she’d had no idea that she was getting involved with me.

With the man who had killed her family.

I had to try and make it right. I took a deep breath, attempting to gather myself.

Molly?

I spoke her name into the quiet night around us. And, as though she had only just noticed that I was standing there, she lifted her head to look at me once more.

3

Molly

F

or a moment, I was sure that it couldn’t be him. Because there was no way that he would have followed me all the way down here, right? No way that he would have come here and put himself in my line of sight again, not after everything that had happened.

But, as I rose to my feet, off the cold earth below me, I realized that I was wrong. It was him. It was really, truly him. And there was no getting away from the fact that he had followed me all the way down here, when the only thing that I had wanted in the entire world was to be left the fuck alone right now.

What the fuck are you doing here? I spat at him. He raised his hands, as though showing me that I had no reason to fear him. Yeah, I would believe that when I saw it – after everything that I had just found out about him, did he really think that I was going to buy that?

I needed to make sure that you were okay, he told me, and I laughed, the sound of it, mirthless, cutting through the air around us.

Okay? I demanded. How in the name of holy hell am I meant to be okay, Josh? I just found out that you killed my...

I couldn’t even get the words out. Didn’t know how. The thought of making them real like that scared the shit out of me. If I said it, then it would be true, and I would have to face up to the fact that I had fallen for a man who had been capable of something like that. Not just capable of it, but capable of keeping it from me, too. I wanted to scream, so loud that everyone in this sleepy little suburb would be able to hear me, and they would come running to hear what he had done.

I burst into tears again. I couldn’t hold it back. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be in pain right now, I wanted to let it all come flooding out of me. I hated myself, hated how I felt right now, hated how scared I was by all of this. Hated