Becoming his Possession
A Zanetti Famiglia Novel
Hayley Faiman
Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Becoming his Possession
Copyright © 2020 by Hayley Faiman
All rights reserved.
Editor: My Brother’s Editor. Ellie McLove. http://www.mybrotherseditor.net
Proofreading: My Brother’s Editor. Rosa Sharon. http://www.mybrotherseditor.net
Cover Designer: Pink Ink Designs. Cassy Roop. https://www.pinkinkdesigns.com
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Visit my website at http://hayleyfaiman.com
Created with Vellum
Contents
Also By Hayley Faiman
Stay Connected
Italian — American Mafia Structure
Prologue
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
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
Stay Connected
About the Author
Special Thanks
Also By Hayley Faiman
Men of Baseball Series—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria
Russian Bratva Series —
Owned by the Badman
Seducing the Badman
Dancing for the Badman
Living for the Badman
Tempting the Badman
Protected by the Badman
Forever my Badman
Betrothed to the Badman
Chosen by the Badman
Bought by the Badman
Collared by the Badman
Notorious Devils MC —
Rough & Rowdy
Rough & Raw
Rough & Rugged
Rough & Ruthless
Rough & Ready
Rough & Rich
Rough & Real
Cash Bar Series —
Laced with Fear
Chased with Strength
Flamed with Courage
Blended with Pain
Twisted with Chaos
Mixed with trouble
Forbidden Love Series —
Personal Foul
Kinetic Energy
SAVAGE BEAST MC —
UnScrew Me
UnBreak Me
UnChain Me
UnLeash Me
Unfit Hero Series —
CONVICT
HERO
FRAUD
KILLER
Zanetti Famiglia Series —
Becoming the Boss
Becoming his Mistress
Becoming his Possession
Esquire Black Duet Series –
DISCOVERY
APPEAL
Standalone Titles
Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale
Stay Connected
Follow me on social media to stay current
Website: http://hayleyfaiman.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorhayleyfaiman
Facebook Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/433234647091715/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10735805.Hayley_Faiman
Signup for my Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/b5a_1v
Italian — American Mafia Structure
Boss – The head of the family. Usually referred to as Don or “Godfather.”
Underboss – The second in command usually appointed by the Boss.
Consigliere – Advisor to the family. Low profile and can be trusted. Used as a mediator for disputes or representatives in meetings with other families. Usually stockbrokers or lawyers.
Family Messenger – Passes messages between family members and the Boss.
Street Boss – Buffer position between the Boss and Capos. Head of the Caporegimes. Runs the day-to-day operations.
Caporegime (Capo) – Sometimes called Captain. In charge of a crew. There are up to nine crews in each family each with around ten soldiers.
Soldier – Members of the family, can only be of Italian background. They are associates who have proven themselves.
Associate – Not a member of the mafia, but instead, an errand boy.
Prologue
BENICIO
TWO YEARS AGO
I watch her from across the room. Eighteen years old. Too fucking young for me, and yet, she’s all that I can think about. I’m fifteen years older than her.
Some would probably call me a pervert since I was already fucking whores when she came into this world. I’m not some. She may be fifteen years my junior, but this eighteen-year-old is no little girl.
She lifts her eyes slightly, her lids lowered as she scans the room. I watch as she brings the glass of red wine up to her full lips and takes a hearty taste. When her gaze finds mine, she pauses, taking her glass from her mouth before her tongue peeks out and she licks her lips.
My cock strains against the zipper of my trousers. “My daughter is not up for grabs,” Mauro Ricci hisses next to me.
Up for grabs. What a fucking douche.
Shifting my gaze from the pretty dark-haired vixen, I arch a brow as I look over to the man. He’s the head of this famiglia, the boss, and he demands respect. He demands much more than he probably deserves. He’s a snake.
I’m only here for Gavino, collecting intel on the Riccis. Gavino has some kind of plan that he hasn’t let me in on yet, but I trust him, which is why I’ll dig up whatever he needs and deliver it to him, happily.
“Did I offend? I apologize. That wasn’t my intention,” I lie.
I don’t give a fuck if I offended the asshole. I also could give a shit less if he thinks that I’m sorry about it. Empty apologies are just part of this world. Empty apologies and backstabbing. It’s cold and cruel, it’s the fucking famiglia.
“Oh, no. I know that Nicola is desired for her beauty. I don’t appreciate men taking passes who haven’t worked out a deal with me first though.”
I blink, unsure that I heard him correctly. Then, I shift my gaze back over to Nicola who is talking to a man twice her age. He touches her bare shoulder and I watch her entire body freeze. My eyes swing back toward Mauro Senior.
Trying not to look as disgusted as I feel, I clear my throat and keep my eyes focused on his. “What kind of deal would this be?” I a
sk.
He smirks. “Come to my office after this shit is done. We’ll work something out.”
Without another word, he turns from me and I watch him walk away. I try to keep my growl inside along with my gun in its holster. I’m here to extract information, not kill the head of the Ricci family in his own home.
The rest of the night, I stay out of sight, but keep my focus on Nicola. The older man leaves her alone eventually. My gaze stays on her, watching as she slips outside, seemingly undetected.
Glancing around, I make sure that nobody is watching me.
They aren’t.
They’re all focused on making deals, either financially or with flesh. Hugging the wall, I head outside, using the same door that Nicola just disappeared through. There’s a bit of chill in the air, the weather quickly changing from warm summer nights to the beginnings of winter.
I don’t see her immediately, then as I scan the grounds, off in the distance a movement catches my eye. It’s her. She’s walked past the pool, the pool house, and is now in the Italian garden that is at the back of the property, near a warehouse and a back exit gate.
Instead of stomping through the middle of the grounds to get to her, I hug the edges, much like I did inside. I walk toward her, keeping my eyes focused on her and nothing else. She’s stunning standing in the moonlight glow.
I’ve never seen anyone comparable to her, in my life.
“You’re Benicio Martinelli,” she states, unmoving with her back to me once I am close enough to touch her.
I pause, glancing over my shoulder to ensure that we’re hidden from the house and prying eyes. Clearing my throat, I wait for her to turn around. I wouldn’t talk to a man’s back, and I sure as fuck am not going to talk to hers, even if her ass is a sight to behold in her tight dress.
Slowly, she does as I silently request. She turns around and tilts her head back, her eyes finding mine. I grunt at the sight of her. Across the party, in the darkened room, I thought that her hair and eyes were both dark brown.
Reaching up, I take a piece of her hair between my fingertips and rub it gently. “Your hair is dark blonde,” I announce.
She doesn’t respond, so I continue observing her features. “Your eyes are almost a gold color, more like that of a wild animal than a human,” I point out. She inhales a sharp breath as I dip my chin a bit. “Tell me, what kind of deal would your father make with me for you?”
Nicola’s spine straightens and she takes a step backward but must step on a rock because her body wobbles and she loses her balance.
Releasing my hold on her hair, I reach forward and wrap my hands around her waist before I tug her against my chest, stabilizing her and at the same time feeling her soft body against my own.
Her palms slam against my chest, hard, as she gains her balance. I don’t release her, I have no desire to let her go, now that her body is pressed against my own.
“Benicio,” she breathes as she looks into my eyes.
With a grunt, I tip my chin and touch my mouth to hers in a barely there kiss. I want more from her, immediately. My cock aches. Her taste, touch, smell—everything is already addictive.
“Whatever fucked up shit your father wants. I’ll give it to him just to have you, Nicola.”
“Don’t,” she rasps. “Just go.”
Shaking my head, I rest my forehead against hers. “Can’t. I’ve had a taste. I want it all now.”
My lips crash against hers and I know that whatever is going to happen between me and her father makes me an epic asshole, but I don’t give a fuck. Nicola Ricci is worth making my already tainted and Hellbound soul a little dirtier.
NICOLA
My father lifts his chin toward me across the breakfast table before he stands and turns, walking away from me. I know what that small motion means. He wants me in his office. Pushing my chair back, I slowly stand to my feet.
Unfortunately, my breakfast won’t be finished, not that it ever is. We have an awesome cook, but my father won’t ever let me finish a meal. It’s his way to keep me from becoming fat and undesirable to use as he sees fit.
Turning my back, I overhear my brother. He laughs, then his voice rings throughout the house. “Whoring little sister again? You’re cold, Papa. No man will want to bargain for her hand as much as you send her off to spread her legs. May as well put her in a house to work full time.”
My steps don’t falter. Show no weaknesses, no mercies, nothing. The moment I show a hint of a heart, of feelings, that’s when my brother pounces. It’s no fun to him if he doesn’t see the hurt of his words across my face.
Slipping my mask on, I hide inside of myself. I have to do that to make it through life.
One day I’ll be married, hopefully.
One day I won’t have to do my father’s bidding.
One day both of them will die. Hopefully, when they do, it will be a painful death.
Once I step inside of my father’s office, I make my way toward the sofa against the wall and sink down onto the edge of the cushion. My heart begins to race rapidly in my chest, just like it does every other time that he’s made a new deal.
I hate it.
I hate him.
I hate myself.
The door opens and I keep my gaze downcast. There’s no reason to look up. Besides, he’d see my absolute despise for him if I did. He clears his throat, but I stay with my eyes focused on my fingers twisting in my lap.
“Benicio Martinelli. He’s a Made Man, but he doesn’t hold a significant position. I noticed him eyeing you at the party and offered him a deal. He promptly laughed at my initial demand of payment. We settled on a price, but he doesn’t know why I allowed him to talk me down to almost pennies,” he explains.
The long pause in my father’s story forces my gaze upward. My gut twists at the words leaving his mouth, they bartered and Benicio talked him down. I feel so sick. My father’s sitting across from me, behind his desk, a place that he thinks gives him power. In reality, I know that he’s worthless.
The Ricci famiglia isn’t the powerhouse that it once was. I’ve been listening to the talk, it’s not hard. As a woman, I’m considered too stupid, too naïve to know what’s happening in the man’s world around me.
I’m not though. I will bring my father and brother down, one day. I gather as much information about every player in this house, in my father’s famiglia, because one day it will be useful and I will smile as the woman behind the fall of the entire Ricci famiglia.
“I want you to listen, gather information on the Zanetti famiglia. I need to know what’s going on over there. Things are moving, players are shifting and I need to know who is in charge of the movement.”
“Why?” I stupidly ask.
He spears me with a hard look. “Doesn’t matter. Just fucking do it,” he barks.
My spine straightens and I nod once. “Yes, Papa,” I whisper.
My father smirks, then stands to his feet. “For whatever reason, he wants you all to himself, so you’re off the hook for a while. However, you will work your ass off to keep him happy, or I’ll put you in a whorehouse,” he snaps as he pulls the office door open.
Benicio is standing there. He looks just as beautiful as he did last night. His tanned olive-toned skin on display from the neck up, his hands strong and big. His dark blue gaze and almost black hair complete his tall, muscular package.
“Nicola,” he purrs.
Slowly, I stand to my feet. They carry me toward him without me having to even think about it. I’m drawn to him in a way that I have never felt before. He extends his hand out and I slip my fingers into his palm.
He squeezes and gently tugs me behind him without saying a word to my father or my brother who is smirking by the dining room entrance.
He doesn’t stop walking until we’re outside and heading toward his car. He’s moving so quickly that I don’t even see what kind of vehicle he drives. He gently, but efficiently, shoves me inside of the passenger seat before slamm
ing the door, then makes his way to the driver’s side.
I hold my breath as he starts the engine, then without a second glance back to the house, he speeds away. Only after we’re away from the estate grounds do I let out the breath that I’d been holding.
Without a word, he takes us toward Brooklyn. It’s a territory that I haven’t been to since I was a kid when we would go to the Zanetti famiglia parties.
My chest aches at the memory of my friend Luciana and her sick brother. At the thoughts of her cousin Arlo. They had been my only friends in life, and I miss them, even though it’s been years since I’ve seen any of them.
A large building comes into view and my breath hitches, taking me out of my thoughts of the past. Benicio has plans. I shouldn’t be surprised. This is the sole reason I’m in this car with him.
I’d somehow hoped that this would be different, that he would be different. He’s not. He’s Made just like every other man who has paid, bartered, or blackmailed my father into sharing me, using me, like his prized possession.
Once he opens the car door for me and helps me out, he places his hand at the small of my back and guides me into the building. There isn’t an elevator, so side-by-side we walk up the staircase until we make our way to a hallway with several doors.