Til' Death: Ricci Crime Family, #2

By Carly Davis

I do.

Those two little words sealed my fate.

I made a deal with the Devil.

And now, he's ready to collect two years later.

Cash Ricci, notorious crime boss of Texas.

He expects me to play the part of his trophy wife.

Love him.

Honor.

Obey.

And if I step out of line, he promises to punish me.

Death do us part, baby.

Those are the only words he says before he seals the deal with a kiss.

This definitely wasn't how I dreamed my wedding day would be.

Now, I'm just a caged bird with clipped wings, stuck in an eternity of hell with the Devil.

Can I survive this monster without being destroyed in the process?

Or...

Is this my ending without a happily ever after?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Corrupted Angels Publishing
• Release date: Nov 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223441496

Book preview

Prologue

Greta

I’ve tried to tell myself I hate him, but I’m living a lie. Cash’s dark gaze meet mine as I back away. This was what I’ve been dreading. Me alone with a monster. I close his button up shirt I’m wearing and hiss. Get out, this is my room.

When are you going to learn your place, dear? I’m your husband.

Fuck you!

I scan the room trying to find anything to throw at his sexy face.

No, not sexy.

I did not say that.

Yes, fuck me is right. You think you can prance around here in that, and I won’t come take what’s mine?

I swallow hard and I lose the ability to breathe. He discards his clothes and takes a few steps forward. Closer to me. Trapping me in. His dark eyes travel down my body and licks his lips. Like I was his meal. I shove him back with all my strength only to be pulled into his chest by one arm. His knuckles caresses my cheek, and he murmurs. Quit fighting, lamb. Quit fighting the fact we have chemistry.

We don’t. In case you missed the memo, I hate you and what you’ve done to me. You fucking trapped me like a wild animal.

Kitten, if I were to trap you, you’d be chained up in my basement screaming for mercy. You’d never see the light of day. Remember, you agreed to this. You willingly became my wife when you said your vows. Face it, you belong to me, sweetheart.

You’re a monster.

If I remember correctly, you came to me that night. You shamelessly begged for me to fuck you. Even if it was to make him jealous, you still let me fuck you on the bar after hours. You knew he was still there in the dark watching you and you loved every minute of it.

That...

A gasp escapes my lips when I’m lifted by the back of my thighs and carried to the bed. Just one more time, I’ll give in. One more time, I’ll let him think he won. One more time, I’d let my asshole husband fuck me.

I discard his shirt I was wearing and let it fall to the floor as he laid me down. This was what we did. We fight. Push and shove. Until one of us breaks. I’ll spread my legs and when it’s all said and done, it’ll be me that leaves him by morning. I wouldn’t fall for him again. I couldn’t let him think he’s won.

So, I played his little game.

I whisper the words I know will give him the push.

Fuck me, Cash. Make me your whore like you’ve always wanted to do. Break me, Sir.

Chapter One

Cash

My best friend, Tanner leans against the bar as I pour him a drink. Whiskey is his favorite. I glance next to him and raise a brow at his wife. And for you?

She’s not drinking. Tanner answers for her.

For Christ’s sake, just tell him. Mindy, his wife growls.

She’s pregnant. He replies, taking a drink.

So, that’s why he’s gone so long without contacting me.

I raise my glass and grin. Congrats is in order then.

Thanks. Tanner mutters. That’s not why we’re here. I need a favor.

Okay? This isn’t like him.

Decker called me last week.

I remember Decker.

He used to be part of my family until he went all political on us.

Hell, he went to school with us.

Now, he’s running for damn President.

Oh, he did?

Tanner clenches his jaw as Mindy tugs on his forearm. Baby, go talk to the girls for a while. I need to talk to him alone.

Whatever it is isn’t good.

He’s coming here in a week to talk to you. He wants your help in winning the race.

My gaze shifts to my right, and I glance at Greta. She’d been working here for two years now. The reason for my presence here every night. It wasn’t to make sure she didn’t steal from me. It was for a completely different reason. It was because the saucy brunette made my dick stiff. I liked watching her. Some may call it stalking, I call it watching closely.

Earth to Cash. Tanner says, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

Sounds good. I mutter, never taking my eyes off Greta.

What are you daydreaming about?

Just thinking about how many ways I’m gonna fuck that pretty little waitress tonight.

He shakes his head and smiles. Still the same manwhore.

I haven’t fucked her tonight.

Not yet.

But I will be.

So, Decker is coming here to my bar in a week, is that right?

Yep, he wants you to help him get the votes he needs to win.

He may have gone political on us, but he’s the most crooked motherfucker I’ve ever known.

Listen, I’ve got to go, but let’s do dinner tomorrow night. Your place?

Sounds good.

And Cash... if you do fuck your employee, you better wrap it up. Just ask Denton.

Yep, I knew all about Denton.

He fucked his secretary and knocked the girl up.

Now, he’s happily married to her.

Fuck!

Happily married.

I had a girl I wanted years ago. I was going to marry her until I found out she was fucking my father. Let’s just say they both received a bullet to the head. Killed them without hesitation.

No one knows that. For all they know, they both died in an armed robbery.

Yeah, dinner sounds good with a side of that pretty little thing I got working with me.

Tanner chuckles and shakes his head. Just fuck her and get her out of your system.

That’s the problem.

I don’t want to fuck her out of my system.

I wanted to fuck her every morning and night. Maybe a nice blowjob at noon in my office. Two years I’ve waited for the perfect timing. I gave her two years to live her life and work as my waitress in exchange for saving her life. In that time, I haven’t fucked another woman. I couldn’t bring myself to. Not when all I see is her.

Tanner grabs his wife and winks on his way out.

I focus back on Greta and clench my jaw. One of the regulars has his arm around her waist. My fingers twitch at the sight and I want nothing more than to murder him. I jump over the bar and grab him by the back of his shirt, yanking him away. Get your motherfucking hands off of her!

I drag him to one of the tables and slam his head down on it. He thrashed and sneered. What do you care? She’s fair game.

No, she’s not. I see you do that again and I’ll cut off your hands. Clear?

He gasps. Y-yes, Mr. Ricci!

Greta widens her eyes but quickly composes herself. She narrows her icy blue eyes and growls. You didn’t have to do that.

Hush, sweetheart, let the adults talk. I know she hates to be told what to do. In fact, I know every detail of her whole life. I know she’s had a hard life. That her mother is a junkie, and her stepfather is a real piece of work. I hate them both. The first night Greta worked here, he picked her up, but she refused. I looked into it some and found out the truth behind that. He was a pervert that liked to touch little girl. Thank fuck I got Greta out before he seriously hurt her.

Greta slams her fist into my chest and shoves me back. Asshole, quit telling me what to do.

I’m your boss, sweetheart. I think I’ve earned the right to order you around. I reply, taking both of her wrists in my hands.

Let me...

Go? Nah, I don’t think so. I gave you two years to live a peaceful life without your junkie mother and her pervert of a husband. Now, it’s time.

Time for what?

Time for the Devil to collect what you owe, sweetheart.

What do you want?

You. I want you to be my bride and become Mrs. Ricci.

I won’t love you.

You don’t have to as long as you let me fuck you any time I please.

I’m not... you can’t just demand this from me. I hate you.

No, I don’t think you do.

I-I do. She stutters.

If you hate me so much, why do your eyes tell me a different story? That’s okay, I’ll give you another three days before I take what’s owed to me. For now, you’ll be my chef/waitress. I have a dinner tomorrow night and I need you to come to my house to prepare a meal for my guests.

No.

Do you want to go back to him? To your crackhead mother? I can arrange that if that’s what you really want. I wouldn’t, but she didn’t have to know that. I just wanted her to do what I say. If I have to play dirty, I will.

That’s who I am.

Fine, but I’m leaving after I cook it.

You misunderstood, I expect you to be dressed to the nines and at my house at three to prepare a meal for my best friend and his wife. You will sit down and eat with us as my date.

She narrows her eyes and hisses. I’ll cook the dinner, but I refuse to be your date.

I wasn’t giving you a choice, sweetheart. You will eat dinner with us and be a good little date. Am I clear?

Tears brims in her eyes, and she shakes her head. I didn’t want to threaten her, but she gave me no choice. I had to use force.

Chapter two

Greta

The Devil takes many shapes and forms. In this case, he’s living inside my boss, Cash Ricci.

He’s delusional.

Crazy.

Psychotic.

Unhinged.

I could go on and on about him.

Sure, he saved me and I’m grateful for that. I know he didn’t do it out of the kindness of his heart. He had an ulterior motive when he yanked me out of hell. All he did was put me in another version of it.

What’s your angle, Cash?

Why save me from the monsters only to lock me up to be his slave?

Like I said, Devil in