Love is a Game: a mafia romance
By Shanna Bell
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When the player gets played...
Lily
My father sold me to a monster.
I turned from a co-ed into a property.
I’ll do anything to gain my freedom.
Baran
It started as a game.
Then I got stuck with her. For life.
She will pay for playing me...
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*contains adult language and (explicit) steamy scenes.
*Contains a dominant alpha male who thinks he's God's gift to women.
*no cliffhanger
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Love is a Game - Shanna Bell
PROLOGUE
BARAN
Seventeen years ago
They had him chained to the dishwasher. The foul-smelling men with guns at their belts had kidnapped him from the house where he and his family were staying and pushed him inside a car, then into this kitchen. Now those men sat at a table across the room, eating chicken out of a bucket while playing cards.
There were four of them. Baran was memorizing everything and everyone he saw, just as his brother Hakan had taught him. Once his brother came for him, there would be hell to pay.
One of the men laughed and threw another chicken bone at his head. He ducked and growled. He didn’t care what happened to him. All he cared about was the door to his right. The door that led to a room which held his sister. They had been taken together, but then a man had come to the kitchen shortly after they’d arrived. A very scary man with an enormous scorpion tattooed on both his forearms. Baran had fought him as well as he could, had kicked and scratched at his arms when Scorpion Man had pulled Leyla away from him. He’d been no match for a man who was twice his size. All it had gotten him was a split lip. He wouldn’t give up though. His father’s mantra echoed in his head.
Winners don’t quit, and quitters don’t win.
One of the men cursed. Another laughed. The one scratching his scruffy chin belched as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. Money was exchanged.
All Baran could think about was his kid sister. She was only ten years old. He was much bigger, and older. By ten minutes. Leyla kept saying they were the same age, but Baran knew the truth; he was her big brother, her protector. His father had told him so.
Beyond that table full of thugs was his little sister. They had separated them yesterday and he hadn’t seen her since. Baran swallowed.
Have to find her.
Have to find Leyla.
And then what? San Francisco wasn’t like Istanbul. He spoke English, but he didn’t know anyone here, nor did he know the area. He would have to steal a phone. His parents and big brothers were surely looking for them. They wouldn’t call the police. No one in their family ever did.
His stomach growled. As if on cue, Scruffy turned and threw a chicken wing at his head.
He lurched at the man. The chain around his neck bit into his skin and he fell back. Raising his chin, he cursed the man’s entire family.
Scruffy laughed and turned back to his game.
Never forget a face.
I never forget a face.
A movement caught his eye and his head turned toward the two men who had entered the kitchen. The men at the table hadn’t noticed them yet.
The one on the left was the biggest man he had ever seen. Even bigger than his oldest brother. In the shadowy kitchen his hair looked almost white, and his blue eyes as cold as ice. He looked as if he could easily break someone in two with his bare hands. Their eyes locked, and a strange wave of understanding passed between them. Baran didn’t move a muscle. He hardly dared to breathe.
Friend or foe?
His eyes landed on the other one; this man was dressed in black from head to toe. He hardly seemed to notice Baran. Instead, his gaze was settled on the four men who were still playing cards. A chill went through Baran. This man wore a dark suit and wasn’t as big as the other one, but somehow looked more dangerous.
Then guns erupted and bullets started to fly. The Dark One took down two men with a head shot. Blood sprayed against the white tiles on the wall.
The Big One ducked beneath a table, and threw a hammer. It hit Chicken Wing Guy in the chest, making his legs buckle as his head hit the floor and landed in a bucket of chicken wings.
Wow, a hammer!
Before the last man standing, Scruffy, could even grab his gun the Big One smashed a fist in his face. Baran could hear bones cracking. Scruffy dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Once again Baran pulled at the chain around his neck, but it was no use. He tensed as Hammer Man—yeah, that was a much better name—searched Scruffy’s pockets. When he pulled out a key, Baran’s heart started to thrum, but he still reeled back when Hammer Man came to stand before him.
Hammer Man held up his hands. I’m not going to hurt you, okay?
He pointed at the chain around Baran’s neck and showed him the key. Then he held out his fist.
Baran looked at him suspiciously, but understood. He gave Hammer Man a fist bump.
Good, so we understand each other.
Baran waited in anticipation as Hammer Man unlocked the chain around his neck. Once he was free from the chain, Hammer Man went back to Scruffy who was trying to crawl back to his feet.
The Dark One stood before him.
Korkma. Bizden sana zarar gelmez,
he said.
Baran was surprised to hear the man speak in his native language. He wondered if he was speaking the truth. Would they really not harm him?
When he asked if his brother had sent them, the man shook his head.
From the corner of his eye, Baran saw Hammer Man wrap the chain around his fist and smash it into Scruffy’s face.
Chaining up kids? What.
Smash. The fuck.
Smash. Is wrong with you?
He looked at the Dark One. So, who is he?
he asked, gesturing toward Baran.
So, this other man had not come here for him. But he hadn’t been sent by his brother or father. Had he just been freed one moment to be used for ransom the next? And what about Leyla? Everything inside him wanted to make a break for that door. But he feared any sudden movement might provoke them. Maybe they would chain him up again.
I’ve heard rumors about the kidnapping of the Kaplan kid,
the Dark One said. He’s the son of one of the biggest heroin dealers in the world. His family issued a million-dollar reward for finding him.
Baran relaxed. They were here for a bounty. They were going to deliver him to his family.
A million?
"Fifty-fifty split, bratan."
There was suspicion in Hammer Man’s eyes. You need him for something.
Not him.
The Dark One pulled out his phone. His father. A man usually impossible to contact.
Baran longingly looked at the phone. He was just about to snatch it from the Dark One's hand and make a break for his sister, when the man handed him the device.
Without hesitation, Baran called his father. Then he gave the phone back to the man.
"Iyi akşamlar, Mr. Kaplan. I’m one of the men who just freed your son. I’ve sent you our location. You can come and get him anytime. In the meantime, let’s talk business."
All Baran could think of was Leyla in the adjoining room. Scorpion Man had taken her there. He could be guarding her.
Hammer Man had left the room and as the Dark One exchanged a few more words with his father, Baran scanned the kitchen for a weapon. He spotted a gun under the table, which must have fallen there during the fighting. He grabbed the weapon and took off to the room where his sister was being held.
The room was empty. Leyla was gone. And so was Scorpion Man.
CHAPTER 1
LILY
Lily put on a classic rock song while she waited in the car for her best friend Mia. Her bestie had just barged into a mansion in San Francisco’s snootiest neighborhood. It was her in-laws house, and the place where Mia lived with her husband of only three months and his parents.
Less than a minute later, shouts arose from the house and flood lights went on, shining across the lawn. Mia raced out of the house, holding a suitcase and duffel bag. Her husband, Brady, ran after her, looking crazed.
Lily spotted two figures standing in the shadowy doorway. Those must be Brady’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lucifer.
She cranked up the volume on Highway to Hell,
which felt like an appropriate song for the occasion. After all, she was parked on the driveway that, according to Mia, led to a hellish home.
To be fair, Lily didn’t think her friend truly understood the meaning of the word hellish. Mia had led an easy life so far, doing what she wanted whenever she wanted. Mia lived her life to the fullest, never thinking about tomorrow, only living for the rush of the day. She both pitied and envied her friend for that trait. Lily could never be like that. She wasn’t wired or trained that way. Her mother had always taught her to look after herself, be independent, and never, ever, depend on someone else to give you what you want. It was a very Destiny’s Child, independent woman kind of thinking and so far it had served her well. She was majoring in business, had a small but diverse stock portfolio and was working her butt off as a barista to save up for her own place one day.
Mia yanked open the trunk and threw in her suitcase. By then, Brady had caught up to her. His hands were pressed deep into the pockets of his khaki chinos.
Once again Lily was reminded that they weren’t at the dorm they had shared anymore. Or at her mother’s house. Her stomach tightened as she thought of her mother. Lily had promised her she wouldn’t mourn her more than a day. Funny how her mother had even made that into a challenge, a negotiation between them. Even while lying on her death bed she had been looking out for her, trying to prevent Lily from being sucked into a pitch-black hole of grief and despair.
I promise, Mom. When I think of you, I will smile.
She forced her face into a soft smile and looked into the rearview mirror. Well, that looked more like a grimace than a smile, but she’d take it. It had only been three months; not nearly enough time for the pain of loss to settle in. Not that she believed it ever would.
Peeking again at the mirror, Lily could see Brady and Mia were really going at it.
Marriage is misery. The mother of all suffering.
Her parents' marriage had lasted even less than Mia's. She'd figured there was a reason her mom never mentioned her dad, or ‘the sperm donor,’ as Lily referred to the man in her head. She had only seen him three times in her life. Victor Grimaldi spent his time with his real family, not with his former side piece. The last time had been at her mother’s funeral, where his attendance had been a complete surprise. His presence was like a dark cloud looming over the beautiful, private service which had only a handful of mourners; colleagues of her mother’s from the coffee shop.
Every fiber of her being had wanted to kick him out, but Victor Grimaldi wasn’t someone to trifle with. He was connected, and definitely bad news. The bald man attached to his hip seemed equally bad news, the way he was sizing her up, staring at her breasts while she was literally burying the most important person in her life. It had been a disgusting experience, and she hoped she would never see either of them again.
She looked out the car window now, watching Brady slumping back to his house, his shoulders drooping.
The car door opened, and Mia dropped in next to her while wiping away her tears. You were right. Men suck.
Lily didn’t remind her that she’d never said those words, instead just letting her friend vent. Hating all men was basically step one after a breakup. Right before getting a haircut to celebrate the new you, going on a drink fest, and bingeing bad romantic comedies while eating too much ice cream.
From now on I’m going to be a feminist nun, like you.
I’m not sure if the words ‘feminist’ and ‘nun’ go together,
Lily said as she pulled away from the curb. Then again, Mother Theresa had totally rocked because she’d forged her own path in a man’s world.
And you know what the worst part is?
Yeah, she did, since she’d already heard the story three times, but that wasn’t the right girl code response. No. What?
It was that he cheated on me with that skank, Heather. The girl his parents would have chosen for him. The daughter of a banker.
She extended the last word into two extra-long syllables.
When you marry a spineless dick like Brady who has lived off his trust fund his entire life, you really shouldn’t be surprised by the outcome.
That sucks,
Lily said.
Brady’s parents had frozen out Mia from the get-go. Marrying a ‘half-blood,’ as Brady’s mother had once called Mia, who was half Indian, had been an act of rebellion. He had told Mia so, though she had been too much on cloud nine to understand the implications of it.
I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn't have married that quickly.
Lily kept her lips firmly zipped. Apparently, they had just entered the second phase of a bad break-up: the ‘should’ve, could’ve, would’ve’ stage. As with everything, Mia went through these stages fast.
I…I don’t know where to go,
Mia confessed.
That didn’t surprise Lily since her friend was an ‘act first, think later’ kind of person.
I’m taking you to my mom’s house.
Mia gave her a glance from beneath her big, beautiful lashes. Are you sure? I mean, I know you haven’t been there again after the funeral and…
It’s okay. You need somewhere to stay and Mom’s place has always been like a sanctuary. She would’ve offered it herself, if she were here.
It wasn’t like she could simply take Mia to her dorm room to crash with her for a while. Dorm rooms never stayed empty for long. Also, there was the small matter of Lily feeling like she was being watched. It had been happening for weeks now. Creepy, spying eyes, who were watching her, though she could never spot them.
Once again she checked her rear-view mirror, but there was nothing there. Just the regular, slow evening traffic.
Mia gave her a look. You okay?
Fine,
Lily said in as chipper a voice as she could muster.
You seem a bit jumpy.
Mia narrowed her eyes, and Lily could almost feel how her friend was searching for a new drama to latch onto. Anything that would get her mind off her cheating husband would be welcome. It was simply how some people dealt with the shitty curve balls life threw at them.
Lily wasn’t one of those people. She had goals, dreams, and a promise to her mother to fulfill. There was no time for distractions or to indulge paranoid fears.
Mia put her feet onto the dashboard. So, you hear from your dad yet?
Her eyes were closed and her tone was matter of fact.
Lily knew her friend was just making conversation, but a trickle of unease went down her spine nonetheless. It was as if Mia had smelled her anxiety and like a bloodhound, had located her pain point.
Not really.
Almond shaped eyes snapped open. What does that mean? He didn’t contact you at all after your mother died? I mean, he did show up at the funeral, so I thought…
She continued her monologue on how worthless men were, how her father should have the decency to console her and ended with the fact that she was going to divorce Brady’s ass.
How she came back full circle to Brady again, Lily couldn’t follow, and she wasn’t going to try, either. Mia came from a big, loving family. To her, it was incomprehensible that a father would turn his back on his child. Mia didn’t understand the world her father belonged to, and Lily hoped she would never find out. It was a world filled with violence Lily’s mother had kept her away from, a world where a man could not choose his own wife without the blessing of the Family. The Family had made him annul his first marriage and deny his first daughter. A daughter he had only seen three times in his life, lastly at her mother’s funeral. And even then, he hadn’t come alone. He had a looming, sinister looking figure accompany him, just to show people he wasn’t a lone wolf.
She got off the freeway and took the road to her mom's house. All she wanted to do was take a hot shower and curl up on the couch. Her gaze went to the gold bracelet on her wrist. It had been her mother’s gift to her on her eighteenth birthday, and bore the inscription, Don’t collect things, collect people. It had been her mother’s mantra and Lily was doing her best to abide by it.
The sun had disappeared by the time Lily pulled into the driveway. The two-story building that housed the best memories of her life was painted in a beautiful mint green, and with a neat garden along one side. The picket fence was dotted with wildflowers in every color. An exotic smell, like a Caribbean summer in a bottle, wafted toward her when she opened the car door. It broke her heart to see this place, and yet it lifted her spirit at the same time. A part of her wished she hadn't moved out so she would have had more time with her mom, but her mother had insisted Lily would experience college life. That she would learn to stand on her own feet.
Mia got out and pulled her bags from the trunk. A chill went up her spine when Lily noticed the shadows beneath her feet were all wrong. Next to Mia’s shadow, there were two more. They were taller and made blotchy shapes that reminded her of crows.
She pivoted and came face-to-face with her father, and him, the bald creep from the funeral. Enzo—he’d introduced himself to her—was his right-hand man.
What’s…Oh.
Mia finally caught on. Her bags dropped to the ground and she gave Lily a questioning look.
Lily had to hand it to her, Mia didn’t have a speck of fear in her eyes.
Her gaze went to the street, and she could kick herself for not noticing the black Mercedes with tinted windows parked in front of the house. Then she saw another one behind it. Of course, he would have a small army trailing after him. How could she have missed this? But would it have mattered? Her father had made it perfectly clear to her he would appear and disappear in her life whenever it pleased him. He hadn’t respected her wish to stay away from her during the sanctity of the funeral, and he wouldn’t do so now in front of her house.
Lily gave Mia a sharp look. Why don’t you go inside?
I’m not going anywhere while—
Her father’s eyes flashed. I’m not going to hurt my own daughter, Miss Sharma.
Lily’s chest tightened. He knew Mia’s name, her maiden name. How long had he been keeping an eye on them? For what purpose?
You know what for. You’re just in denial.
Mia gave her another questioning look. For all her drama, she was the kind of friend who had your back when the going went tough. And judging by the nasty smirk Enzo flashed at her, Lily knew this conversation was going to be tough. She knew what her father wanted, and no way in hell was she going along with it.
I’ll be okay, Mia. Please go inside.
She gave her father a hard look. This won’t take long.
To her shock, Mia pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of her father and his henchman. Just in case,
she said sweetly. After a final glare, she walked to the front door and went inside.
Enzo stepped forward. Her father held up his hand and Enzo stopped, though he pulled up his lip.
She was starting to get a stomachache. The anger in Enzo’s eyes promised retribution if he ever got his hands on Mia and her phone. Lily needed to get his attention off her, and fast.
What can I do for you?
she asked in a voice as politely as she could manage.
Her father looked her up and down, from her worn sneakers to her jeans, and black, leather jacket. Judging by his tight lips, he didn’t like what he saw.
Her chin went up in defiance. This was who she was, and she’d be damned if she’d allow him to make her feel like less. She had never been to his house, never even been alone with him during those two times he had visited them, but she could imagine what his world looked like. It was filled with opulent mansions, expensive cars, handmade suits, and Italian shoes that cost what she made in a month. From what she had gathered, her father liked to collect both things and people. Though she doubted the people he collected were the kind her mother had meant.
I need you to come home,
her father said.
Home. His words startled her. It was an exact replica of what he’d said to her at the funeral, and again it felt rehearsed. Little bolts of electricity, hot and sizzling, went up her spine at