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  DIRTY POSSESSION

  AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS MAFIA ROMANCE

  ELIANA SALOME

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  Synopsis

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

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  SYNOPSIS

  He's the mafia's best enforcer and she's the mafia's slave, a pawn used to bring pleasure to men. When love comes into the equation, can these two damaged souls find solace in each other? Will they allow themselves to feel again?

  Hana Lee has dreams, dreams of a life greater than one she was born into. From a young age, she only knew poverty and death, yet she still had an education, and a chance to get out. That is until her father took those dreams from her; he sold her to the Korean Mafia in Seoul. Hana being his payment for the debt he incurred. For six years she's been a slave, holding up the facade of the wife to the Head's son Seo-Jun. She's never felt love or pleasure from a man, only pain.

  Trapped in an existence that is slowly killing her, she sees death as her only way out. A shred of hope remains inside her heart, keeping her alive, she clings to it with desperate need.

  Enter, Sean O'Connor, one of the four brothers running the Irish mafia in his dying father's stead. Being a hot-head, most disregard him as immature and selfish.

  He's one of the best enforcers for his clan, but things change for him when he takes Hana. Seeing her as a means to flush out the head of the Korean mafia, and let them know who runs the west end. He never expected to have feelings for her, or that he would want to save her.

  ONE

  SEAN

  A woman walks toward me, her large breasts bouncing as she smiles. Fuck yes, it's been so long since I've had a chance to get laid. Too much work and not enough play has given me a serious case of blue balls. She opens her mouth and my ringtone comes out of it. I frown. What the hell? In that second my eyes open and I'm greeted by a ceiling fan. My phone blares near my head and I groan, it was a dream. For fuck sake; I'm as hard as a rock.

  I reach for the phone under my pillow and look at the screen. Cormac, why the hell is he calling me at nine in the morning? I didn't go to sleep until six. It was a long night of enforcing. I answer the call. "What the hell do you want so fucking early?"

  Cormac chuckles on the other side. "Good morning to you, too, sunshine. I advise you to go check the mailbox before Uncle Leon goes to get it. There's a present in there for you. I think you'll like it. Enjoy." He hangs up before I can ask him what the hell he's talking about. I let my hand drop. Who cares about the mail, I don't feel like getting up right now.

  After a moment of trying to get the dream woman to come back to my mind, and it not working, I groan and toss the blanket off me. In my sweats and no shirt, I hurry downstairs and head out the door to the mailbox. Inside I find an envelope with my name on it. I open it and pull out a letter, a key falls from it and onto the cement. I look down at it. What the hell? What did the bastard get me?

  Opening the letter I read it.

  Sean,

  I'm leaving earlier than planned with Isabella, but I have faith in you and Liam in handling things. My penthouse is paid for and I don't see the point of selling it when it could go to good use. You'll have to download the ULock app and put that key in to set the lock to your fingerprint. I already told the security guard I'll be out of the state for a couple of months and you'll be house sitting. Feel free to redecorate, if you want.

  Love you. Always watch your back,

  Cormac

  I frown as I stare at the letter. I don't know what to feel. The bastard just up and left. I wouldn't be surprised if that girl was part of it. He went nuts after meeting her. Giving up everything. He's left Liam, Cian, and I to pick up the pieces and figure out what to do with the Koreans, who have decided to move into our town and cause problems with the Italians. We were civil with them for a decade before the Koreans made us think we were attacking each other again.

  I grab the key from the ground and look at it. I'm slightly surprised he picked me as the one to give his place to. I figured something like that would be given to Liam, he's always been Cormac's favorite. I'm not going to question it too much, having my own penthouse would be nice. I have money to rent a place of my own, but I prefer to live rent-free and spend my hard-earned cash on other things. I could wire money to Cormac to keep the bills in his name, and I doubt electricity and whatever else would be too bad in a place like that.

  Gripping the key in my hand, I leave the rest of the mail in the box. Uncle Leo would be put out if I brought it in for him. It's one of the few things he looks forward to six days out of the week. He's too old to do Mafia work and too senile to delegate to the rest of us. I head inside.

  "You're up early."

  I look toward Cian, my younger brother, who stands at the door to the kitchen from the living room. He holds a bowl of cereal.

  "I had to run outside for a second. There was something for me."

  He lifts an eyebrow and motions to the letter in my hand with his spoon. "Does it have something to do with that? What was it?"

  I look at the letter and sigh. Well, he didn't tell me not to tell the others. I'm not sure how I feel about them knowing. I don't want them to get pissy with me because Cormac left me his place, and didn't say bye to any of us. I'm not sure how Liam will feel about the information either. He's taken Cormac leaving the hardest, and that's before he knew that the man had left entirely.

  "Well, I guess you're going to find out anyway. Cor left me a letter in the mailbox. It has the master key to his place in it. I guess he ran off early, with that heiress. He said he wanted the place to go to good use."

  Cian crunches on the cereal as he stares at me. His damn blue eyes have always held wisdom in them that unnerves me. Liam might be the mature one, but Cian is the one with an old man's soul. "Liam is going to be pissed when he hears Cor has left to sail the ocean."

  I run a hand through my short red hair. "Yeah, I know. I'm not too happy about it either, but here we are. I think we can handle all of it without him. It's not like it's just one of us taking on everything. I think we can do this. We'll handle the Koreans, and then things should go back to being normal. The Italians shouldn't give us issues unless they come after us for Cor taking their princess away, but there's nothi
ng we can do about that unless we get in a boat and drag them back here."

  Cian snorts. "Yeah. I don't see that happening. At least not easily."

  Coughing fills the house as our father wheezes out his lungs. The only time he's not coughing is while he's sleeping. He's been sleeping a lot since the cancer has gotten worse. "Sounds like Pops is up."

  Cian glances over his shoulder. Pops' room is on the other side of the kitchen and down the hall. "Yeah, he woke up a little bit ago. I helped Aunt Mary put him in the shower. He should need to be moved back to bed after it."

  I rub at my brow. I want to move out, but there's also the element of my father being ill. He's been bedridden for a year now. I know he hates it, but I don't think he sees another way out. Not until death comes calling. I'm both dreading and praying for that day. I don't want to see him go. The man raised me and my brothers. Taught us everything we know about guns, making a deal, and driving home our points with our fists. But I hate seeing him like this and I know he hates it as well.

  Shoving the letter and the key into the pocket of my sweats, I head for the kitchen door. "I'll help get him dried off and back into bed."

  Cian follows me through the door and into the kitchen. "Are you going to tell him about Cor leaving with an Italian girl?"

  I glance over my shoulder at him. "I kind of get the feeling he already knows. He always seems to know about that kind of thing before anyone else. Plus Cor said Pops was the one that told him to go after what he wanted. I think cancer has made him ease up a bit. I don't know. I guess if he asks where Cor is we'll tell him the truth. Not that he came around often when he was here."

  Cian takes his empty bowl over to the sink. "You know he can't handle seeing people sick and know that they're dying. He was the one to watch mom die."

  I scoff. "He wasn't the only one. I'm only a few years younger than him. We both took care of her while she was sick. He's just a coward in my opinion. The man will do what he wants to do. At least I got a place out of it, not sure how much I'll be able to use it. I feel I should stay here as much as possible. Leaving Pop's care to you and Liam and our aunts seems unfair.

  He sets the bowl and spoon to dry on the rack. Our aunts would kill us if we used the dishwasher. He turns to me. "I think you should take it. With our current location, the penthouse isn't that far from here, and we also have the cousins to help out with carrying him. You don't have to put it all on yourself. Cormac was a good leader, but you let his opinion of you get too much into your head."

  My stomach flips. I hate that he's so observant sometimes. It's no secret Cormac doesn't care for me like he does our other brothers. I was always the immature one to him. The one with a short fuse. I've tried over the years to get it under control, but I've never managed. It's always been the chasm between us. He never noticed how I stayed behind with the family and cared for Pops when he couldn't stomach to be around the man once he became too sick to function on his own.

  I shake my head. "I'll think about it. Who knows, maybe I can use it for something else. Might be good to have a place like that." I continue on my way to Pops' bedroom.

  I enter it and my aunt Mary greets me with towels in her hands. She smiles at me, her brown eyes tired. "Your timing is good. I was just about to call for some help."

  I grin at her. "I just have a sixth sense."

  She lifts a gray brow at me. She's not one for any kind of spiritual belief outside of what they teach in the Catholic church.

  I chuckle. "I'm just joking, aunt Mary. I ran into Cian and he told me he should be almost done."

  She gives me a sniff before turning to go to the bathroom. I glance over at the hospital bed and the IV stand. They're new, only being brought in within the last week. I'm still getting used to them. It's surreal. All my aunts became nurses, so they have the training for all of it, refusing to let him be cared for by people we don't know.

  I follow her to the bathroom.

  My dad sits on his shower bench in the large shower, letting the water hit his bareback as he leans his body against the wall with his eyes closed. His chest heaves. The steam is supposed to help with his breathing, but I haven't seen that happen. Mary turns off the shower and he opens his eyes to look at us. "Jesus Christ that took forever, get me the fuck out of here."

  Mary tuts at him. "Don't take the Lord's name in vain."

  I force a laugh and pat him on the shoulder. He's so frail compared to what he was even a year ago. Cancer, man, it's a monster. I force myself to smile. Because if I don't, he'll see the pain on my face. "Don't worry, Pops, you'll be back in your bed in no time."

  I help Mary dry him off, can't risk him getting sick from being wet for too long. It could kill him. At this point, I'm not sure that would be a bad thing. He looks like he's in so much pain every single day.

  I put a towel around his waist to try and give him some modesty before I crouch and pick him up in a cradle position. I'm one of the only guys here that can carry him alone, normally it has to be two people. I'm built more like a tank, compared to my brothers, who are longer and leaner. He grunts in pain as he's moved. He hates it. I think he would prefer to wallow in his bed, but my aunts make sure he showers every day for the steam and to keep him from getting bedsores.

  I carry him into his bedroom and over to his bed. Mary comes over with a new set of sweats and together we shift and move him around to get him dressed. He helps us where he can, like putting his arms through the sleeves. Once he's dressed I give him another pat. He's a far cry from the man who wore suits every day and always looked top-notch. He always said he liked to dress how he wanted people to perceive him. As a serious and cut-throat businessman, in the literal sense. He took many men's lives in his day. I'm sure there's a cop out there with cold cases linked to him, but we've always been good at getting rid of the bodies. It's rare that one would slip through.

  He's asleep by the time we let him lean back on his pillows.

  Mary leans across the bed and pats my shoulder. "Thank you for your help, Sean. I didn't expect you to be up. You came in as I was getting up. You need to go get more sleep or you're going to make yourself sick. "

  I shake my head. "Don't worry about me, I'm young. I can handle a little bit of sleep deprivation. I'm going to be leaving early tonight. I have some things to take care of before I take care of the business. But you have my number if anything comes up."

  She nods and frowns. "You be safe out there, I know you're like your father, able to handle anything physical, but I'm always terrified for you when there's guns involved."

  I rub at the back of my neck. "Don't worry too much, we can't have you getting sick, too."

  A light knock comes from the door and we look toward it. My aunt Gwen comes in, carrying a tray with a bowl and two glasses, one with juice and the other water. He won't take his pills unless he has juice.

  "Veren! It's time for your lunch and your meds."

  Pops jumps awake. He blinks at her and then scowls. "Go away, devil woman. I don't want you here."

  I laugh. Those two have always been assholes to each other.

  Mary tuts. "Gwen, you don't need to yell."

  I leave the three of them. Not wanting to witness more sibling fights between them. I get enough of that energy with my brothers, I don't need it from them, too.

  I rub at my face. My body aches with the desire to pass out again, but my hand goes into my pocket for the key. I have other things to take care of, and I wouldn't mind letting out some steam tonight on low-lives who think they can get away with not paying what's due. I also need to interrogate some people about what's going on with the Koreans. We still haven't gotten close to figuring out who the leader is or where they're hiding within our territory.

  Cormac really picked a time to fuck off with his little girlfriend. I can't believe he fell for her. She must've been a good fuck to ensnare him so hard.

  I step out of my truck in front of one of the houses where we keep the men who aren't blood, but who
still work for the O'Connors in shaking down people. They're good guys who get the job done. I could probably leave them with the list of people we need to pay up by the end of the month, and they would get it done without me being with them, but I honestly like being able to get my hands dirty. Scaring the shit out of men, or getting to toss them around helps me get out the anger I tend to have a problem with.

  Working with Liam on taking in shipments was fine and all, but this area of the family business is my bread and butter. I go to the door and open up. It's nearly dark now, time to get down to business, but the house is quiet. None of them have gotten up yet. I sigh while switching on a light. I curl my lip at the sight of the place. Trash and beer bottles everywhere. The scent of food left out to rot. It's disgusting. I would never keep the space I sleep in looking like this. Two of the guys sleeping on mattresses in the living room groan as they wake up, and I kick the end of their beds. "Come on! Time to work!" I head through the house, waking them all up until I have ten groggy men standing in the living room dressed and looking like they would rather be doing anything else but work. We pay them well though and give them a place to live rent-free.

  Once they decide to retire from them and move onto another aspect of the business or settle down with families, they'll have a nice savings to fall back on. That is, of course, assuming they aren't idiots and spending all of their money on food, women, or drugs. We don't hold onto them for life, every man needs a break from this at some point in their life, but they know that if they talk about anything they've done while working with us that they won't live long enough to tell the story again.