Detained: A Dark Mafia Romance (Beneath The Mask Series Book 4)

I glance over to the fight going on in the ring. The sound of the crowd erupting around us drowns out all other noise as the home fighter delivers a powerful blow, knocking his opponent to the ground.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” I pull Zara’s slim body into mine and kiss the top of her head.

Between her and Enzo, they have managed to track down three of the missing girls in just a matter of days. She was so focused, I had to drag her out to make sure she was eating. Once she gets something in her head, there is no stopping her.

“Grayson and Kai still have to save them,” she replies, nuzzling her head against my chest.

“They will, baby.”

“Hey, look, Jax is the next fight!” She spins in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck.

Turns out, one of the undercard fighters at Jax’s fight is a Reaper, and he has three of the girls hiding in his mom’s house. Which, of course, has protection of the motorcycle club. But, a lot of them are here tonight for his fight.

So, with the help of Mikhail, we got the cards switched. Jax is his new opponent. If this asshole comes out of the ring alive is now another story. I’ve given Jax strict instructions to go out there and fight, not kill. If he wants a future in boxing and if we want the Reapers off our backs, he has to keep his cool.

It will be an excellent test for him.

While that is going on, it’s a perfect opportunity for Grayson, Kai and Mikhail’s men to swoop in and take the girls back to the Volkov’s safe house.

“I need another drink.” She looks up and grins at me.

“Won’t be long before you can’t have any more of those,” I whisper against her lips and she blushes instantly.

“Let’s hope.” She presses a kiss to my lips as the lights dim, replaced by red strobes.

As Jax ‘The King of Chaos’ walks into the ring with his hood up and his red and gold shorts, we take our seats and watch him put on an absolute masterclass of boxing.

With Keller shouting orders at him, he does us all proud. Knocking that fucker out in the sixth round. That split moment when his opponent was on the floor, darkness crept over his eyes and I thought he was gone. Yet, much to my surprise, he stopped himself, took a step back and claimed his victory after the ref counted down.

The crowd goes wild. With blood dripping down his forehead, Jax’s wild eyes find mine and I give him a nod. I’m damn proud of him. He kisses his glove and shoves it in the air before Keller jumps over the ropes to lift him up in victory.

I look back over. The Reapers are filtering out of the arena. I discreetly slide out my cell and shoot a text to Grayson, warning him.

He replies instantly.

G

All good, boss, Mikhail has taken the girls to his safe house. Tell me Jax beat the shit out of that asshole?

I chuckle, showing the Zara text and she laughs.

F

Easy win. He did you proud, G. I’ll see you back at the jet.

G

Fuck yeah!

“You ready to get outta here, baby?” My arm winds around her waist, tugging her closer.

Her hopeful green eyes look up to me. “Did they get them?”

“Damn right. We won both battles tonight, thanks to you.” I place a kiss on her temple and her eyes flutter closed. She pulls on my tie, dragging me to her, and crashes her lips over mine, leaving the taste of sweet champagne on my tongue.

“What was that for?” I tease.

“I’m just happy.”

I steal another kiss. “Me too, bella. Me too,” I mutter.

For the first time in ten years, I truly mean those words. With her by my side, I am happy. I can see a future, one that exists outside of hunting my enemies.

“One day, we need to come back here and do Vegas properly,” she says.

I snug her against me tighter.

“Anything you want in the world, it’s yours, dolcezza. You want me to shut down the entire city for you, I will.”

She bites her lip and my cock twitches.

“Even if I’m a complete brat?”

I brush my fingers along her jaw, not giving a fuck to who is around.

“Because you are my brat. I know you’re a good girl deep down somewhere,”

She turns her face towards me, her glossy lips pressing against my cheek. “I don’t want to be your good girl, Frankie.”

“Is that right?” I rasp.

My hands slide down her back and rest on her perfect ass.

“I want to be your dirty little slut.”

I choke on a cough, and she giggles in my ear, causing me to squeeze her ass. My dick is aggressively throbbing as she runs her long nail along the back of my neck.

“You’re going to pay for that one.”

“Good,” she whispers.