These Sinful Nights

  Elizabeth Bardot

  These Sinful Nights

  Copyright © 2023 by Elizabeth Bardot.

  All rights reserved. Printed in Australia. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations em- bodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organiza- tions, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  For information contact : elizabethbardot.com

  Cover design by Wynter Designs

  Editor : Leavens Editing

  First Edition : May 2023

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  For all the good girls that love a bad boy who would burn the world for you…how about four instead?

  Author Notes

  Hello readers,

  This book does contain the expected violence – though not as intense as many others– that you can expect with a mafia romance.

  There is also a death of a family member due to cancer and mentions of fertility issues due to PCOS – though minimal.

  You will get a little dose of breeding kink, dom vibes and lots of good girl praise.

  If you feel I have missed a content warning for this story – please let me know!

  Happy reading my loves xo

  One

  Serena

  “Theo! You cheated!” I snarled through the head set as I stared at my screen and watched the replay. His deep laugh washed over me, hell this man had a set of pipes on him.

  “How on earth could I cheat at Call of Duty? It’s not my fault you’re so bad.” He replied and I rolled my eyes as I bit into a sour gummy.

  “I don’t know, but you’re a tech wizard, so I know you cheated somehow.” He sighed loudly and the childish part of me was glad he was irritated.

  My alarm sounded and I groaned. “I have to go. You working tomorrow?” I switched off the alarm and secretly hoped he would say yes. He worked part time in my father’s workshop, had done so since he was a kid, with my brothers right beside him.

  I had secretly had a crush on him since high school, not that it meant anything. Theo had announced his interest in men early on. My brothers had protected him from all the bullying and he was like a brother to me.

  That didn’t mean I couldn’t admire him as a hot specimen. We had stayed in contact even when I went away to Veterinary school, gaming at night together and keeping informed of my brothers’ antics.

  I was still a little mad at him for holding back from telling me about Pa, but it wasn’t up to him to say anything. and he had apologised relentlessly since I had come home.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there.” I smiled, saying goodbye before I made my way into the kitchen to get my father’s meds. He was sitting in his chair, oxygen tank hooked to him and watching some old black and white movie.

  “Pa, it’s time for your meds. You hungry at all?” He glanced up at me with a frown, shaking his head.

  “Serena, you don’t have to hover. I can look after myself.” He said gruffly, taking the meds from my hand. I bit back the retort, knowing that his stubbornness meant it didn’t matter what I said, he would still think he was fine on his own. The cancer was everywhere now, it was easier to say a place where it wasn’t. It was hard to see him like this, he had always been full of life, tending the garden that my mother had loved, and working long hours in the shop.

  I wasn’t a fool, Pa did some bad things in his past, things that me and my brothers had also learned too, but after Ma died, he went straight.

  The front door opened, and my brothers walked in, covered in grease from their day at the shop. Ethan and Lucas were so close in age that people thought they were twins.

  We all had the same dark hair, almost black as night, and olive skin. I had my mother’s brown eyes, whereas they inherited Pa’s blue ones.

  They stood almost 6ft tall, towering over my 5ft 4 frame, and they had been the biggest buttheads growing up. But I learned to fight from having big brothers who constantly tried to pick on me, but they always had my back.

  I had grown up a tomboy, always hanging around with them, and I was grateful that they included me, even if it was in things that were not so good for little girls to do.

  They ran Pa’s shop now, Vinnie’s Mechanics, and they specialized in modifying cars and bikes. The clientele were the kind not always the good side of the law. Behind closed doors, Vinnies was the place to take a car you needed fast cash for, a car you needed to strip and get rid of.

  Once, it had been me, Ethan, Lucas and Theo who would roam the streets at night, steal a couple of cars then hightail it home to strip them, sell them and move on.

  That all changed on the night Ma died. Shaking my head to get rid of the memories clawing at me, I frowned at them as they sat at the table with their filthy clothes and arms all over the tablecloth.

  “Hey! Ma would have the spoon out if she caught you that filthy in her kitchen. Get out and clean yourselves up.” Ethan grinned, his dimples making him look boyish as he reached for me.

  “Come on, little sis. Give us a hug.” He pulled me into his arm pit, and I yanked one of the hairs, making him screech like a girl.

  “Fuck off, E. You stink. You guys okay with grilled cheese?” They cackled as they left the kitchen, beers in hand, and nodded. I was no cook. I was too often running wild with my brothers to learn from Ma.

  Her recipe book sat on the kitchen counter, tucked next to the microwave and I pulled it out, thumbing the old pages. Her mother had given it to her and her grandmother before her. It was a collection that everyone added to over the years and now it is covered in dust.

  I should cook something for Pa from it soon, give him something to remember Ma by. Looking out the kitchen window my heart ached as I saw the garden looking so disheveled. Ma had spent all her time out there, tending to her veggie patch and her beloved roses.

  Another thing to add to the list but first, I needed to look over the books at the workshop. For all my brothers hard work, they were no good at numbers, and they wanted to hand everything over to a business manager. Theo and I were going to go over things first, so I knew what to expect.

  Pa’s bills were piling up and the medical bills were slowly trickling in. If I had known it was so bad I would have come back sooner, and Pa knew that. He wanted me to start a new life, a good life and be a “good girl.” I pulled out the bread and cheese, getting the food started as I stared around the kitchen.

  Pa didn’t want to admit it, but I was never a good girl, and I never could be. I loved the Veterinary courses, but I was left feeling unfulfilled. Something was missing in my life and I knew it was the thrill, the edge that I had always felt before I left.

  Seeing Elsie with her men, men I had known from the very beginning were mafia when she mentioned their names, I had felt a pang of jealousy. I was happy for her, especially now that she was happily married to her men with a baby on the way, but I envied her that sense of fulfillment.

  “Smells good, S.” Lucas said as he came back in, freshly showered. “Theo coming in tomorrow?” he asked as he sat down, and I nodded.

  “Good. I need him to look at some wiring in this truck. The sound system is off, and I can’t figure it out.” Theo was our electrician when it came to the cars, but he was still in school studying for his master’s in Business. His dad had made him go back to finish, he never did tell me why he gave in to that demand.

  “You know he’s there to go over things with me, right? You can’t steal him.” Lucas shrugged, scrolling through his phone absently.

  Yeah. Just like old times. But why did I feel like the roof was about to cave in on our lives? Stupid paranoia. I just needed a good night’s sleep. Or to get laid. That might help too.

  Sighing, I piled up the plates with the grilled cheese and sat down next to my brothers and let myself be sucked into their world again.

  Two

  Theo

  “Where are you going?” My father snapped from the kitchen table, where he sat with his cup of coffee and newspaper. The man liked to believe he was some old world banker.

  The reality was, he did come from money, but he was stuck in a dead end job for a company going bankrupt, and he hated to admit it. My mother was in the kitchen, her dress swirling around her ankles as she hummed and made breakfast.

  The picture-perfect family. Except for me. The gay one. The one that disgraced the family because Theodore Senior would have no son of his as a faggot. He had tried to convince me it was a phase, then when that didn’t work, he tried to beat it out of me as a kid.

  I spent more nights at the Turner house than I did anywhere else. My first boyfriend had been when I was sixteen, and Lucas and Ethan had saved me from a beating when the cool kids caught us kissing.

  My twenties were spent experimenting, and it was when I found myself in the middle of a threesome with a woman last year that I realized I just might like them too.

  It was something I was still struggling with, I felt as though I had been living a lie my entire life and my family made it even more difficult to process.

  I was twenty-nine, on the cusp of stepping into the next stage of my life, and yet I was still tied to my parents through my little si