His lips part slightly and then he’s crouching down right outside of the tub until we’re face to face. “Tymber, you’re not-”

  A shrill ring breaks off his words and he curses before reaching into his pocket, muttering, “I knew I should have kept it on mute.” He pulls his phone out, raising it to his head. “What Tizzy?” His voice is harsher than I’ve ever heard and it leaves me slightly puzzled as I look at him.

  I can hear another man’s voice on the other end but I can’t quite make out what he’s saying.

  “What are you talking about, Tiziano?” Brio’s voice is deathly cold as he speaks to the person on the other line and it has me tensing up and pulling away from him as fear moves through me.

  Brio’s gaze snaps to mine and his face softens as he holds out a hand and runs it along my arm. “Sorry,” he mutters softly to me, his touch gentle, completely different from his demeanor only a second ago.

  “Tiziano.” He says lowly just as the sound of glass breaking moves through the house. He closes his eyes, removing his hand from me as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I suppose it's too late,” he says into the line before hanging up the phone.

  More sounds come from the living room and my eyes widen as I stare at Brio. “What’s going on?” I ask him.

  “My shit head cousin made a bad decision and now I have to deal with the repercussions. No matter what you hear, stay in here, please.” His eyes are pleading with me as he rises to his feet. “I promise I have it all under control.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN: BRIO

  Fucking Tiziano Rossi is a child whose head I could blood off right now if he wasn’t blood.

  And for putting the beauty in my tub in danger, I may just have to ignore that he’s my cousin and put him out of his misery.

  Because his hissy fit is the only reason I currently have people in my house attempting to kill me.

  Tizzy has always been rash, but I think this one takes the cake, and the fact that he’d called and told me what he’d done makes it worse.

  I’m sorry, Brio, I was drunk when I made the call. And you’d pissed me off because you just couldn’t do what I asked of you.

  Not once had he apologized for giving my address away to a group of thugs he’d paid to beat me up. Nor had he called the order off. No, the simple jackass said he’d apologize by buying me a new gun. Because that’s the type of logic that the young asshole follows.

  All because I wouldn’t kill the man who’s dick he sucked.

  Jesus.

  I gently close the bathroom door behind me, thoughts of the worry on Tymber’s face moving through my head.

  I hadn’t meant to scare her, but I’d seen the fear in her eyes when I was on the phone with Tizzy.

  I’m going to make him pay for that.

  But first, I’m going to make sure that Tymber’s safe.

  Moving to my nightstand, I grab my gun, clicking the safety off. I slide my silencer on. It won’t completely get rid of the sound, but it’ll be enough that my neighbors won’t be calling the cops.

  Make this quick.

  There’s no way to avoid what I need to do and I know there’s going to be a bunch of questions from Tymber. I can’t avoid it.

  I can’t get her to be my wife with blood on my hands.

  But there’s no way I’m going to let go of that beautiful angel in my bathroom. The sex had been mind blowing but it’d been the inbetween, the easy conversation, the gentle laughs. That’s what I’d wanted to keep more than anything.

  That’s what I want in the mother of my children.

  A sound from the living room reminds me that now isn’t the time to think about all of that.

  Steeling myself, I move into the living room, slowly, quietly.

  I quickly take in the three men in my home. All white, two with greasy hair, the third with a baldhead. They’re all packing but only one of them has his gun drawn.

  I take him out first, one smooth shot to the head.

  The other two turn around, but it's too late, their friend’s body already falling to the ground. Any other day, I’d draw this out. But I can’t take any chances with Tymber here so I make quick work of the other two.

  Two more bullets to the head before they’re able to draw their guns.

  I shake my head at the blood now decorating my furniture. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dial Tizzy.

  “Brio?”

  “You better get someone over here to clean this shit up immediately, because I’m not doing it, and a new gun won’t be enough of an apology.”

  “Listen, Brio-”

  “Fix it,” I snap at him just as I hear a gasp from behind me.

  Letting out a deep breath, I turn, finding Tymber standing in the doorway of my bedroom. She’s pulled on one of my t-shirts and it falls right down to the middle of her thighs. But I don’t have time to take in the view, because her eyes are on the bodies on the floor.

  “What the fuck? Her eyes snap to mine. “Are you a serial killer?”

  CHAPTER EIGHT: TYMBER

  Holy shit.

  I should have known it was all too good to be true.

  Brio is standing in the middle of his living room with a gun in one hand and his phone in the other. All while three bodies lay out on the ground. I hadn’t seen him do the actual killing, but fuck there’s no one else here so clearly he did it.

  My chest heaves in panic.

  He was perfect.

  And in my head, most definitely my future husband after the pampering I’d received this morning.

  But he’s a murderer.

  My legs go weak and I have to hold onto the door frame to remain standing.

  “Tymber,” he moves in my direction and I take a step back, watching as hurt flashes across his face. He presses his lips together before holding out his gun to me. “I just… I need you to listen to me, if having the gun makes you feel safe then take it.”

  Will anything make me feel safe right now?

  In reality, though, I don’t think I’m as scared as I should be. Because I should definitely already be running for the hills but that same thing that drew me to Brio keeps my feet planted as I stare at him.

  Swallowing, I hold my hand out, taking the gun.

  He hands it to me, barrel down. “The safety is off,” he informs me.

  I take the weapon. It’s not the first time I’ve handled a gun, but this one definitely feels heavier than the ones I’ve used at the shooting range.

  “Do you want to sit?” he asks, gesturing to the couch.

  My eyes move to where one of the men is laid out right in front of the furniture.

  “Maybe in the bedroom,” he suggests.

  I jerk my head in a nod, allowing him to move by me first before following him. I plop down onto the bed, keeping my breathing under control as I look up at him.

  He stays about a foot in front of me, but his gaze is intense as his eyes hold mine. “You asked if I was a serial killer. Do you want the truth?”

  Do I?

  I nod.

  “Yes,” he says simply. “If you want to be literal, however, I've never hurt an innocent person.”

  Does that make this better?

  Not really.

  “Have you heard of the Rossis?”

  “The mafia family.” Everyone knows of the mafia families in the city, the Costas, the Damones, the Rossis, and the Accardis.

  “Yes,” he takes a visible swallow. “That’s my family.”

  God’s definitely laughing at me now. He put the perfect man in front of me and he’s a damn mobster.

  “Brio-”

  “No, here me out. It’s… killing is killing, it’s not good at the end of the day, I know it. But this is the life I was born into. I’ve done my best to keep my integrity though, only killing people who are actually in the life. I don’t kill innocents. That’s why those men were even here.” He hikes a thumb over his shoulder.

  The gun shakes as my hands tremble. “What do you mean?”

  “My cousin ordered me to kill a man to hide that they were lovers. I wouldn’t, so he thought to punish me for disobeying him.”

  Tymber, you’re not a stupid girl, you can’t buy into the words leaving his mouth.

  I let out a shaky breath shaking my head. “This is a cruel game God is playing on me. I’m a true romantic you know, as pathetic as it sounds. I look for love in every corner and despite telling myself that you were just a one night stand, I was already falling for you. Just like a fucking idiot. And now I find out you’re… you’re…” I can’t even get the word out.

  “I know.” He drops to his knees in front of me, not caring about how close it brings the gun to his face. “I know its fucked up, but the moment I saw you I knew you were meant to be mine, Tymber.”

  Jesus.

  I want to be his.

  But how could I ignore this crazy shit that just happened. The fact that he’s a mobster.

  I’m a lawyer for fuck’s sake, I’m supposed to have ethics, morals…

  But I was lovesick before I ever picked up a law book.

  “I think I’m going to hell because I don’t feel as conflicted as I should.”

  And here I was talking about Dianna being desperate for staying with Josh.

  But I’m considering getting involved with a killer.

  The irony isn’t lost on me.

  Brio grabs my free hand, stroking a thumb along it and igniting sparks along my skin. “I know it isn’t ideal, and I’m not asking you to promise me anything, but I like you Tymber. All I ask is that you give me a chance. I’d never harm you or allow any harm to come to you.”

  Tymber, get your ass up and go to the police station, he wasn’t meant to be forever anyway.

  But he could be.

  Mobster or not.

  So like an idiot, I drop the gun, grabbing his other hand. “Okay, I’ll give it a try.”

  AUTHOR'S NOTE

  Y'all, I had to pull this story out of my ass. As most of you know, Daria and Polo's story was first, but I had to push it back. So last minute, I had to come up with a story. I came up with Tymber and Brio's names first, then the book title. The rest fell into place. They will definitely be getting a full, fleshed out story when my schedule allows. I'm already in love with them and I think their story will be a good introduction to the Rossi family once its expanded.

  I hope you guys enjoyed. :) You can pre-order the rest of this series below.

  Until Forever (Brio & Tymber) Novella

  She wants to be mine until she finds her forever.

  Little does she know, I’ve already decided she’s my forever

  Only Forever (Polo & Daria)

  It’s only forever that I have to see the woman I love married to another man.

  I was never supposed to fall in love with Daria Accardi.

  But I fell for her the same day that I found out she’d be marrying

  my boss, my brother, the one person I’d never cross.

  It’s not love, but she is his.

  And there’s nothing I can do about it unless

  I want to break the only vows I’ve ever kept.

  And for her… I just may do it.

  Always Forever (Val & Lorenzo)

  They say I’m not like the other mafia bosses.

  But they hadn’t seen what I’d do to have her.

  Valerina was mine.

  Then she was a ghost.

  My first and only love was nothing but a stranger made of ink, secrets, and heartbreak.

  When we started as pen pals we were nothing but kids, sweet and innocent.

  The older we got the less innocent the letters were.

  And then they stopped.

  But half a decade later, I’ve found her and I won’t let her go.

  Afterall, we were always meant to be forever.

  Never Forever (Isabella, Tiago, & Javier)

  I’ll never be forever.

  No one wants to keep the Accardi Bastard. I’m good for a good time and that’s it.

  It’s exactly why Javier Jaminez forced my cousin into signing me over to him.

  He wants to use me until there’s nothing left, him and his right hand man, Santiago.

  Little do they know I won’t go down without a fight, because I’m going to change the rules of their games.

  Maybe I’ll never be someone’s forever, but I’ll make sure they always remember me.

  DOUBLE CROSS MY HEART

 

 

  Quirah Casey, Until Forever (The Opposite Of Forever Book 1)

 

 

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