Dangerous Pleasures

This is a Dark MFM Forbidden Mafia Romance for mature readers only. Triggers include: Age gap, forbidden relationships between FMC with stepbrother and stepfather. Touch her and die, dark secrets, spanking, somnophilia, breeding, enemies to lovers, torture, strong FMC, spitting, dominant MMCS, possessive, gore, violence, guns, knives, kidnapping, explicit s****l content, threesomes, edging, forced proximity, etc. If you're not familiar with some meaning, please look them up! These triggers are not to be taken lightly, so heed them with caution. - Fay's POV - Finishing off unpacking the last of the boxes scattered around my room, I collapse on my bed, exhausted, tired knowing I have to get ready very soon. Tonight is my mother's divorce party, and of course, she's celebrating it like it's her f*cking wedding... but I don't blame her. She was married to Jax for too long, in my opinion, and even though he's a billionaire who took care of us for the last few years, he lied about being in the mafia. I'm just glad to get out of that house and away from him and Noah, my stepbrother, and finally into my own place where I don't have to answer to anyone. Where no one can control me. Rolling on my side, I glance out my big bay windows, taking in the gleaming city nightlife as the flashing lights from the skyscrapers illuminate the darkness. Hearing the front door to my apartment open and close, I roll to my other side, just waiting for my bedroom door to open. "Fay, I'm home, girl!" My best friend and roommate, Ava yells as she walks down the hall, bursting into my room without knocking, which is nothing new from her. "Why aren't you ready?" she asks as she rolls her eyes and stomps to my closet, huffing the whole way. "Because I just finished unpacking, Ava. I needed a brake." I answer. "You know your mom is going to kill you, right?" she asks as she giggles under her nose. Now it's my turn to roll my eyes as I climb out of bed with reluctance in every move, sulking toward my closet after her. "I don't even know why I have to be there. I didn't divorce Jax." I say to her. "Well, in a way, you did.." she smirks, swimming through my clothes to help me find an outfit for tonight as I lean against the full-length mirror, bored, picking at my acrylics. "You're finally free of Jax and Noah, girl: you should be f*cking thrilled." I just shrug, feeling bittersweet about the divorce but knowing it was the right move in the end. Things started off great with Jax and my mother, but then again, all relationships start out that way. Even Noah was nice...at first. Jax owns his own security company, which made him billionaire by the time he was twenty-one. At first, my mother thought that's all he did, but of course, with Jax and Noah, there's always more that meets the eye. They might be hot as hell, dominating, and powerful, but they're f*cking ruthless, cold-harted, and pure evil, but being in the mafia will do that to a person, I suppose. Suddenly, a pile of clothes comes flying at my face, snapping me out of the darkness swirling inside my head. "What the f*ck, Ava?" as I ask she just laughs, bending down to grab few pairs of heels to go with that what she picked out for me. "Stop daydreaming about Noah and get dressed. Your mom will be sending the driver any minute." she smirks. "I'm not... - she just scoffs, rolls her yes, and walks out of my closet, yelling after her "I can tell you are, Fay. Stop trying to deny it." and with that she leaves my room. Taking the pile of clothes, I bring them to my bedroom and spread them out on my bed, trying to decide on which one to wear. "Ugh.. might as well suck it up and get ready." I tell to myself. - Jax's POV - Circling the bloody, beaten man tied to the flimsy metal folding chair, I drag my gun along his mouth, losing my patience. Noah stands near the exit, his mouth shut, and his gun gripped in his hands in front of him, looking like there's somewhere else he'd rather be, and I know exactly where he wants to be. As the man beneath me squirms, trying to break free of his restrains like a f*cking i***t, I c**k my gun and shove it between his lips, growing even more impatient by the second. - Where is my f*cking money?! - I ask. "I-I don't have it, Jax! I swear!" he mumbled some b*llshit with the barrel of my gun in his mouth, but his eyes tell a different story. "I have you on my f*cking camera sneaking into my f*cking safehouse and walking out with it. So let's try again, shall we?" I press the muzzle deeper, setting off his gag reflex, which makes the motherfu*ker get vomit all over my gun. "WHERE IS MY F*CKING MONEY?!" he trembles as my roar echoes throughout the empty warehouse, but he still doesn't tell me what I want to know, so, squeezing the trigger without blinking, I send a bullet into his throat and out the back of his head, killing him instantly. Blood pools around his lifeless body as I tuck my gun away, leaving him there like the piece of f*cking trash that he is. "Call the guys and tell them to clean this up." I order my son to make a call. "We've got a f*cking party to crash." I smirk as I say. Walking out of the warehouse, Noah grins, straightening out his jacket. "Does Fay or Leah know we're coming?" Noah asks. "No, why the f*ck would they?" we slide into the back of the limo as I say, reaching for the chilled whiskey waiting for us as my drivers pulls away from the warehouse. "Leah couldn't be happier to get rid of my ass, so why the f*ck would I tell her we're coming, Noah? Use your f*cking head, son." I tell him. If she thinks she can get rid of me that easily, she's got another thing coming. I can tell he's thinking about Fay as he zones off, staring blankly out the tinted windows as the city passes us by giant blurry cloud. But that makes two of us, Fay is the reason for all of this.. and she'll find that out soon enough. When Noah finally does look at me, torture and curiosity cloud his blue eyes, letting me know there's something weighing on his mind, but Noah is my son, he's definitely like me in not wanting to talk about his feelings and sh*t - so I don't bother asking, but I already know where his mind's at. "Cameron, we need to make a stop before the party." I tell my driver as i push the button to lower the partition, locking his gaze in the rearview mirror. "To the office, sir?" Noah gives me a look of wonder, raising his brow as we stare off, but my words are directed to my driver. "No, we're going to the other side of Los Angeles tonight." - Noah's POV - The smell of Fay's perfume still lingers in the air, most likely seeping into every f*cking crevasse in the lemon - and the f*cking house. It makes forgetting about her f*cking impossible, even when I'm trying my hardest and best. When our parents married years ago, we got along pretty well until she found out who we really were. She's not a goody-goody, but she isn't bratty either - she's just perfect, but she's no longer in my grasp anymore, and I'm determined to change that. I bring the glass of whiskey to my mouth and take a small sip, hating the taste as it slides down my throat, leaving a strong, nasty aftertaste lingering on the back of my tongue. But my father likes it, so we drink it. Lost in his own little world, I watch as his upper lip twitches and his eyes narrow, obviously in his head about Leah celebrating their divorce. Knowing how he is, though, he isn't going to let either one of the DeMarco women go, even if they think this divorce sets them free. They'll never be free, especially Fay. As the limo comes to a stop, I look out the window, my brows knitting in confusion when I see where we are. "What are we doing here?" I ask. "Don't play f*cking stupid, Noah. You're almost 28 years old now, I'm sure you can figure it the f*ck out." he says and waits for Cameron to open the door and then slides out, fixing his all-black suit so he looks presentable, as always. Following him, I leave my unfinished drink behind, popping a stick of gum into my mouth to mask the disgusting taste. "We won't be long Cameron, keep the car running." my father says and smirks. "Yes, sir!" Cameron asnwers.