Spy for the Mafia: A Dark Mafia Romance: Kneel to the Jarockis, #1

By Leigh Hunter

I'm a pawn, a traitor, and a stepping stone to his inevitable destruction. And he's got the key to my soul.
I'm a police sniper trained to bring down the worst of men in the criminal underworld, but when an explosion leaves my brother on death's door, I'm forced to turn to one of the biggest blackguards to keep him alive.

Kaeper Jarocki, the mafia boss at the top of the food chain.
I hate everything about the arrangement I make him — police intel for money I can't get on salary alone — but there's no other choice. Now, instead of taking him down, I'm helping him get away, and with every escape he makes, he takes a piece of me with him — pieces I'm not sure I want back.

But his enemies are closing in, and now they've set their sights on me, too. If I'm not careful, it won't just be my brother's life on the line, and in a sea of criminals and lies, who can I trust?

Spy for the Mafia is the first book in the duet. These books feature darker themes with a lot of steamy situations that include BDSM elements. You've been warned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ice Paw Press
• Release date: Feb 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201158101

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Spy for the Mafia: A Dark Mafia Romance

Kneel to the Jarockis Book 1

Leigh Hunter

Copyright © 2023 by Leigh Hunter

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Contents

1. Kamila

2. Kamila

3. Kaeper

4. Kamila

5. Kamila

6. Kamila

7. Kamila

8. Kamila

9. Kaeper

10. Kamila

11. Kamila

12. Kamila

13. Kaeper

14. Kamila

15. Kamila

16. Kamila

17. Kamila

18. Kamila

19. Kaeper

20. Kamila

21. Kamila

22. Kamila

23. Kamila

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1

Kamila

I head out of the police station and to the parking lot. It has been a long day after all the meetings. It feels like I can finally breathe when I am out of the building and away from the still and dry air-conditioned air.

I reach my hand to my ponytail to release it, but then decide that it will make the light breeze out there more enjoyable.

It is already dark now, the streetlamps make my shadow long. I take another step and a shiver runs down my spine. There is something in the air that tinkles. Someone, something special is around me and I... may not like them.

From the rear mirror of a car that drives by. No one is behind me. The night shift people won’t bother me with that scent. But I have no idea what that is about.

I hurry to cross the road and get into the parking lot. There aren’t many cars left there. My car is in a nice clearing when there aren’t others around mine.

A few cars are at the sides and corners, none are close by. Behind the barbed wire in the parking lot, it seemed there is no one there.

I get through the entrance, giving the security guard a nod.

Hm... there is no one at the stand. Maybe they are off surveying the place.

I glance at the parking lot again. It is dark out there, but it has always been and it has never bothered me before.

A shadow approaches me. I turn and am about to pull my gun when something jabs into my waist. I wince to expect pain, but that isn’t coming.

When I open my eyes, there is a man there not even a step away from me. He is right in my face. A thin and tall one in casual wear. Something about him... smells familiar, but still... someone that jabs my stomach with a short gun can’t be here to socialize.

He hisses. The boss wants to see you.

I swallow. Maybe I should have expected this. You don’t have to point a gun at me like this. I will go with you. Did he know this is what you are doing?

He snickers. Do you think I will do stuff he doesn’t approve of? I’m not that brave. Not like someone. Get going.

You have to tell me where to go. Get the gun off me.

He smirks. The gun on my waist doesn’t even move an inch. Maybe you should read the air and remember what you have done. You don’t get to request anything. I have the boss’s explicit approval to knock you out and bring you back if it comes to that. So I consider this, he nudges the gun deeper into my waist, very nice for someone like you.

This doesn’t sound good at all. The boss must be pissed at me, which I’m not surprised about.

I nod. Okay, if that’s what you want, then let’s keep it. Where are we going?

He nods to my car. We’ll drive you there.

This fucker decides to drive my car? Are you insane? They will know where we are. You will ruin everything. Is that also his explicit approval?

He shrugs. Apparently, that’s what the boss wants.

What the hell is happening? I thought the last thing that man wants is to get on the radar of the police, which means driving my car to a strange place when the police can track my car, which is a work car and not exactly my own.

He wraps an arm across me as if we are dating or something — when viewed from behind. From the front, he is still stabbing me with the gun. He smells of stronger cigarettes now. It was faint, but now...

I grimace when he laughs, clearly seeing my expression. He says, Feel free to hate, but I don’t care. If you keep thinking the boss doesn’t dare to touch you, you are dead wrong.

There’s no one the boss will be scared enough to not touch. I know that man... Maybe... just maybe... I won’t even get a chance to step out of wherever this man is bringing me to alive.

I say, Let’s get going. If you get back there late, you may not like what will happen either.

You are right. He nudges me to go to my car. Maybe this is the plan when I am a street away from the police station. To at least try to look a bit less obvious that they are kidnapping me.

Or for the boss, this is called inviting me somewhere nicely.

This man opens the door of the back seat for me. The door opens to disgusting rock music. No idea whether random banging noises can even be called music. The car smells of cigarettes when I never smoke and I hate it.

He shoves me into the car. My leg hit the frame of the car and I stumble. I spin around when there is a hiss from the inside of the car. Get in here and don’t cause us trouble.

I am facing away from the inside of the car at the man that forces me to here and I can’t see the inside of the car. It will be smarter to stop fighting it.

I only mean to say you don’t have to be rude about it. I will get into the car. Shoving me only makes you, both of you look suspicious.

The man inside says, Reasonable. But you should get in now. The boss isn’t a man of patience.

I get into the car. I have no other choice. Out of instinct, I turn to fight when there is a chance. I probably shouldn’t. I hate how I need to stay on the boss’s good side more now than ever, but then...

A habit out of my line of work. Saved my life a few times, but also got me into trouble at times.

A man is inside already. He has just smoked some, maybe a lot.

The man that brought me here closes the door and heads to the driver’s seat, leaving me and the other man for a moment.

I say, You don’t have to be nervous just to get me over to the boss. What are you expecting me to do instead?

He watches me, lowers the window, and tosses half of the cigarette in his hand to the outside. You are thinking too highly of yourself.

That’s what you said. Your hand shook when you toss that and when you tossed that. Try harder next time.

He watches me. I can only feel his gaze. His face is too dark in the car when there’s no light at all. Somehow, it feels like I know him, or at least, I have seen him somewhere before.

The other man is in the car now. He closes the door and sits behind the wheels; my wheels. He asks, Are we ready?

The other looks out of the car window. I think so.

I shrug and look out of the car window. If I were you, I’d have started the car already. Despite how you love to put your arms on me as if we know each other somehow, no one puts his girlfriend into the backseat.

Dammit! the one in the front seat growls and starts the car at once.

The one next to me says, Turn down the music. I don’t need that any longer than I need to tolerate that.

The music is gone now, but the silence is even more annoying. I hate them. If the boss wants to see me, he can send me a message like he used to instead of this. I can get there better than these two idiots.

I can’t believe the boss will hire two of these slackers.

The one next to me hisses. What did you say? You think I don’t dare...

Fuck... I’m not supposed to say my thought out loud for sure. But he knows better than to threaten me with something he isn’t going to follow up on either.

I say, Yeah, that’s what I said. I would think he did treat me a bit better.

The man mutters something under his breath but says nothing out loud. His words are jumbled so much that I can’t even hear a word. Maybe I should learn something from these two idiots.

I ask, Where are we going?

You will know soon. That one hands me a piece of black cloth. I guess I am to put it on without peeking.

I take it from him and do as I’m told. Are you sure about this? Or am I going to be dead later? Otherwise, I can check my car’s GPS record and know where I will be.

Stop acting like a smartass. The man growls. Now I’m pretty sure this is what they think about and not exactly what the boss wants them to do. They are making it difficult for themselves.

I sit back in. Maybe instead of wondering how dumb these two are, I have more important things to care about. After what happened last week, the boss is definitely not going to be happy.

2

Kamila

These two shove me forward when my hands are tied behind my back. They fucking didn’t take off the black cloth beforehand. I stumble and trip on something.

Fuck! I fall on my face. It hurts, but I seem to land on something softer than hard floor.

Boss, we got her here now.

Well... It is him. I know his voice a bit too well. His voice sends a shiver down my spine. He is damn mad, but something shocks him.

He continues, I guess this works. Off the chain and cloth.

Sure. The one that was in the front seat comes over and I can finally see. My nose presses up right on the deep red carpet. My hands drop to my side, my wrist throbbing with pain and probably a red mark.

I remain on the floor. Without looking and peeking, I have no idea how mad Kaeper, the boss, is. And I doubt I should peek. Won’t help me if he really is mad at me.

Why aren’t you looking at me? You think you are too good now? Kaeper’s voice echoes in the room. Maybe the window will crack, if there is one.

I stand. I am right in front of him. He is on a couch in his suit. We are in... maybe a room inside a bar or somewhere. He and I are alone here, I don’t feel anyone else.

Well, you won’t like it if I stand too soon or at a time you don’t deem good enough either. You know you are so hard to please. I— Ah!

I wince when a sharp pain shoots through me. My cheek is burning. Before I know it, I am holding my cheek and facing the side.

Did he... slap me?

Fuck... it has been a while since he is really mad at me and has been even longer since he slapped me.

I rub my cheek and straighten. Is this for last week?

This is for just now. Last week... I haven’t even started. He folds his arms. Now he is standing. When he is that close to me, he is a lot larger and stronger than I remembered. It has been a while since I met him in person.

I take a deep breath. I know he is inviting me here for that, but part of me still hopes it won’t be the case. So much for wishing for better. You know I don’t mean it.

He hisses. I almost died.

I... know. I know what I’m doing.

You shot me.

You aren’t dead.

Repeat it for me.

I need some distance between him and me, but I don’t want to stroke his ego. He loves it when people are scared of him, especially me. He loves to mess with me, but I doubt he is messing around this time around. He is... a bit too tense to my liking.

You can’t always have it your way. It’s not that easy to stay there without them knowing a thing.

His hand on his arm twitches. He probably wants to slap me again or grab me by my collar. There’s something about him being mad... that lights a flame inside me. Sometimes, it is unfair how a criminal like him has that handsome face.

He hisses, You think that once I let you out there, I can never get you back here?

I move closer to him despite my gut shouting at me. "Well, if you miss me, you can always get me here with you. There’s no need to send two idiots to invite me here."

I rest my hand on his chest. This man has some expensive stuff up that body.

Fuck... I shouldn’t have. Now there is his warmth. I can’t stop seeing... how we spent the last time together doing...

I take a deep breath.

Focus, otherwise, I may not walk out of here alive.

They scared me. I thought you want me killed on the spot.

He doesn’t move away and he doesn’t slap my hand off him. Maybe I got him intrigued and now he has a bit of patience to see what I have to say next.

I continue, If you always remain unscratched and I never actually hurt you, they will be suspicious of me.

Does that mean I get to shoot you next time?

Well... I suppose that will be fair. Or one of your guys should beat me up badly. Except you know I will probably really be dead if you shoot me.

He snickers. Are you calling me a monster now?

Hell no. We are just... a bit different.

Fuck no...