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Obsessive Union (Made Book 9), page 1
Obsessive Union
Made Series
Book 9
Brooke Summers
Contents
Books by Brooke:
Prologue
1. Alessio
2. Gabriella
3. Gabriella
4. Alessio
5. Gabriella
6. Alessio
7. Gabriella
8. Alessio
9. Gabriella
10. Alessio
11. Gabriella
12. Alessio
13. Gabriella
14. Alessio
15. Gabriella
16. Alessio
17. Gabriella
18. Alessio
19. Gabriella
20. Alessio
21. Gabriella
22. Gabriella
23. Alessio
24. Gabriella
25. Alessio
26. Alessio
27. Gabriella
28. Alessio
29. Gabriella
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First Edition published in 2022
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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Books by Brooke:
The Kingpin Series:
Forbidden Lust
Dangerous Secrets
Forever Love
The Made Series:
Bloody Union
Unexpected Union
Fragile Union
Shattered Union
Hateful Union
Vengeful Union
Explosive Union
Cherished Union
Obsessive Union
Gallo Famiglia:
Ruthless Arrangement
The Fury Vipers MC Series:
Stag
Mayhem
Digger
Ace
Pyro
Standalones:
Saving Reli
Taken By Nikolai
A Love So Wrong
Other pen names
Stella Bella
(A forbidden Steamy Pen name)
Wicked with the professor
Aria Devan
(A steamy Billionaire office romance pen name with Jessica Ames)
A night with the Billionaire
Sleeping with my Billionaire Boss
Having The Billionaire’s baby
Married to the Billionaire
The Forbidden Billionaire
Blurb
The moment he met her he knew she was different… He never expected her to become his obsession.
Gabriella Sanchez has lived her life in the shadows. Being born as a product of an affair, Gabby spent most of her life without her father. He provided everything for her…except his time.
Alessio Bianchi has always been seen as the youngest of the Bianchi’s. The screw up. The little kid.
On a job for his brother, Alessio finds himself in trouble. He never expected to have the beautiful brunette save him from near death.
Gabriella knew the moment she saw Alessio that he was trouble, she didn’t understand the true extent of it until it was too late. The moment she discovered that Alessio had left her with more than just a heartbreak, she ran.
Alessio became obsessed. He searched for his woman for four years. He wasn’t going to let her go.
When he finally gets her back in his life, he vows to keep her there.
However, their lives aren’t smooth sailing and when enemies start to crawl out of the woodwork, Alessio has to do everything he can in order to save the woman he loves and their son.
Can Alessio uncover who’s out to get them or will he lose everyone he loves to the hands of the unknown enemy?
Prologue
Alessio
Eight years ago
Aged 16
I’m on the floor, blood pouring from my lip and eye.
Fucker caught me good.
Never again. No more after today.
“You’ll learn,” my father sneers at me. “You’ll learn to have some fucking respect.”
I don’t answer him. He’s a monster. My own personal monster. He lives to hurt me, and feasts on my pain.
I learned by the age of six not to cry, if I did he would laugh in my face and call me a pussy; tell me I’m weak, useless, and would never amount to anything. If I shouted out in pain, he’d tell me I wasn’t worthy of the Bianchi name.
I’ve been Matteo Bianchi’s personal punching bag since I could walk. Maybe even before that.
“One day, Alessio, you’ll understand what it’s like to have three useless children. All of you are disappointments. I work my ass off to ensure this family, our name, is feared, and then I have three bastard children who are useless and will bring down the Bianchi name. I will not stand for it,” he snarls. His foot collides with my ribs, and pain erupts, stealing my breath .
Fucking bastard.
The older I’ve got, the less abuse I have suffered at his hands. I was beaten, starved. Anything the fucker could conjure up to cause me pain, he would.
Nothing was as bad as watching him rape and beat women. Something he saw as a sport, a past time he and his fucking asshole friends could join in on.
The worst one happened mere weeks ago. I was tied to a chair in the basement, and I watched as my father, his consigliere, and an underboss took turns raping the girl I was dating. That girl had her throat slit and was dumped on the outskirts of the city. Her family have no idea what happened to her, and they’ve yet to find her body.
My father laughed as she begged for him to stop and pleaded with me to help her. Bile crept up my throat. It was like acid burning a hole inside of me. I was powerless, unable to do anything but watch. I paid the penance for dating her—a woman outside of the famiglia—a woman who wasn’t assigned to me. I kept my eyes on her as she cried, begged, and pleaded, until the knife slit across her throat and the life left her eyes. I didn’t once turn my gaze. I couldn’t.
If I could kill the cunt, I would. I’d do it gladly and would take whatever punishment comes with it.
“If for one second you think you’ll be anything but a soldier in my ranks, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Everyone says being the son of Matteo is a privilege, how they’d love it if their father was the capo of the famiglia. I always have to pretend he’s God’s gift to our family, when in fact, the man’s the fucking Devil reincarnate. I gave up trying to please everyone a long time ago, but it sure as fuck feels good not to have to walk on eggshells around anyone but Matteo.
His foot connects with my side once again. It has enough force behind it that I end up on my side. I grit my teeth and push to my feet. I’m just as tall as the asshole now, and the fucker only hits me when we’re alone. I see the fear seep into his eyes whenever I’m around. Hell, it’s the same look he gets when both of my brothers are around too.
Dante and Romero have no idea about the abuse I’ve suffered at the hands of my father, and that’s the way it needs to be kept. If they did, I know my brothers would end his miserable life, and that’s a huge fucking no-no in our world. You take out the Capo, you’ve just handed yourself a death sentence.
But one day, Matteo will get his just desserts, and I for one will be standing there smiling when the bastard does.
“You’re a fucking bastard, Alessio,” he growls, his eyes wild as he stares at me. “You have a fucking job to do, and you had better start doing it right. I don’t care what you have to do; fuck that cunt’s granddaughter if you must. Just get me the goddamn information I need.”
I grit my teeth. Fucking ass. He’s in bed with the Russians, a fucking huge mistake if you ask me. The man believes he’s invincible. He’s running drugs, women, and guns. All of which will get his ass killed if anyone in the famiglia found out. But the man doesn’t care about anyone but himself, and that’s why my ass is now on the line, as I’m having to get close to the Russians.
Matteo is getting paranoid. He believes someone’s stealing drugs from him. The asshole doesn’t know if he can trust the Russians—even though he’s working with them—or if it’s the Latinos who are taking the product and making waves.
“Fuck that,” I hiss, annoyed as hell that he’s putting this shit on me.
He gets in my face—a huge fucking mistake—and glares at me. “You’ll do as I fucking say. If not, Alessio, you’ll be taken care of.”
I laugh. “Keep threatening me, old man, you’ll not like what happens when I start to open my mouth.”
His nostrils flare as he pulls his hand back.
“You will not speak a word of this to anyone, Alessio. You wouldn’t dare.” His fist smashes into my cheek. He’s going to need to have a harder fucking punch than that. Christ, the man’s a fucking bastard
Hell fucking no, I’m not letting this shit slide anymore. I’m done with this fucker.
I don’t hesitate in swinging back. My fist connects with the asshole’s jaw, and he hits the ground like a fucking ragdoll.
“Touch me again, asshole, and you’ll be six-feet-under. I don’t give a fuck if that means I’ll be joining you; at least your ass won’t be Capo anymore.”
I don’t let him answer, nor do I help him to his feet. I walk past him and out the door.
“There you are,” Rome says as I exit the house. His eyes narrow as he takes in my bloodied face. “Fuck, who have you been fighting with now?”
I shrug it off, not wanting to get into the ins and outs of what’s been going on. “Where’s Dante?”
“He’s looking for our father,” he replies.
The man in question walks out of the house, his strides purposeful as he moves toward me. “You seen Father?”
I shake my head. “No, why?”
“The fucker’s up to something, I know he is. I want to find out what.”
“He’s a bastard. The sooner he dies the better,” I snarl, my anger still palpable.
Romero nods. “I agree. We should take him out now and get it over and done with.”
Dante rolls his eyes. “We have to wait,” he says quietly so only we can hear. “You both know what’ll happen if we take him out without a plan.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I reply. “Plan, no plan, it doesn't really matter.”
“We need to make sure Dante’s in the position to take over,” Rome sighs. “Once we have that, then we can do it.”
I just hope the cunt dies sooner rather than later.
Chapter 1
Alessio
“Alessio,” Dante says as we enter his office. “I need you to go to Denver.”
I blink. “What the fuck’s in Denver?”
He grins widely at me. “A new pipeline that’ll make us rich. I need you to go down there and check it out.”
“What pipeline?” I ask, knowing damn well my ass will be on a plane before the end of the day and landing in the Centennial State, where it’s no doubt going to be hotter than Hades.
“Your brother,” Makenna, Dante’s wife, says as she breezes into the office, her son on her hip, “has a new contact that is supplying guns. It’s cheaper than who we use already, but we need you to go to Denver and check to ensure he’s not trying to play us.”
I chuckle. “Hell, anyone who does that has a fucking death wish.”
My brother married Makenna Gallagher—whom we all thought was the princess of the Irish Mafia. Turns out, she was the fucking boss. She is the boss of the entire East Coast, and she’s one of the most—if not the most—powerful criminal bosses in the world. She is a force to be reckoned with, and being married to Dante has only further enforced the power she has. That they have.
Makenna nods in concession. “That may be so, Ales, but we all know that where money is concerned, people get stupid, and stupid people make stupid moves.”
She’s not wrong there.
“Not to mention, I’m not sure how much we can trust Joe Ranieri, no matter what Malcolm says.”
Makenna’s family is beyond ridiculous. She has four brothers, one being a half-brother, and she has four nephews and four nieces—not to mention all the damn grand-nieces and nephews she has. And then there’s her cousins, who are in Chicago. All the Gallagher family are powerful, whether they have the name or if they’re working for the family. It’s a wonder anyone can keep things straight. I’m lost once I get past her oldest nieces and nephews.
Makenna recruited my brother, Romero, to become one of her underbosses when she and Dante got married. In doing so, Romero agreed to an arranged marriage with her niece, Holly. The red-haired Irish beauty is smart as a whip and has brought the Gallagher and Bianchi family a hell of a lot of money with the investments she’s made on our behalf. She’s made us richer than Midas.
“Malcolm’s usually very good at judging people,” I say. I may not know much about all her family, but her nephews, Danny and Malcolm, are the head of the Irish Mafia in the UK and Spain respectively. Both men are shrewd businessmen and are just as deadly as their aunt when they want to be. It’s a Gallagher trait.
Makenna nods. “He is, hence why we’re going to scope him out.”
I glance over at Dante and see him smirking. Makenna has a little trouble with relinquishing power, and whenever Dante and I have a meeting about the Famiglia, she is always present.
“Babe,” Dante says, trying to hide his laughter.
She growls at him. “Don’t,” she warns him. “I do not want to hear that shit right now. This isn’t just a Famiglia matter, this is a Gallagher-Bianchi matter.”
He sits back in his chair and raises his hands in mock surrender. “You are the one who said only yesterday that you understood the difference between being my wife as the capo and being the boss for the Irish.”
“I also understand that you need a bullet in your head. Doesn’t mean I’m the one to pull the trigger now, does it?”
I can’t help but laugh at their antics. These two never fail to make me laugh, but they also know how to piss me off.
“The plane leaves in three hours, Ales,” Dante tells me. “You’re good at getting information. I need everything you can find on him and the operations he’s running there.”
I rise to my feet and nod. “I’ll dig deep,” I assure him.
“You’re the only one I trust to do this,” he says, and I know this is him giving me a chance to prove myself.
“I’ll do it,” I promise him as I leave the office.
Over the years, I've made mistakes. I've let my family down because I didn’t tell them about the job my father sent me to do. I had to look into the Russians and get as close as possible so I could uncover what they were doing. It took me a while, but I finally did it. I infiltrated the Russians and got close to Yelena, the granddaughter of the Maksim—the head of the Russian Bratva.
What Yelena and I had was different. I thought it was love, but looking back, it was infatuation and lust. The woman was gorgeous, sexy, and confident. She knew her worth and wouldn’t let anyone say otherwise. We grew closer each day, and feelings started to develop–something I couldn’t handle—so I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I fucked up and slept with another woman. In doing so, Yelena left. Since then, I have seen her only once, about six months after things ended. She looked happy. She told me she forgave me, but that she would never be with me again. I knew I had wrecked what we had and there was no way back. Hell, had she done what I did to her, I’d have snapped her neck and been done with it. Yelena is a skilled assassin. She could have easily taken me out, but she didn’t. Instead, she walked away and hasn’t looked back since.
After my father died, my brothers found their feet instantly. Dante with Makenna, and Romero as an underboss and then as Holly’s husband. All I had was my mission—my job: to find out what the Russian’s were doing. I didn't tell my brothers about the mission, not even after he died. I kept it to myself, knowing I could help Dante in the future with my findings. I found out the way the Bratva was run, I discovered their sources and spies, and I also found out who has been playing both sides. But when my brothers found out, they were furious. My father was dead, and the business alliance he had with the Russians was over. Everything I had worked hard for was gone, and in the end, I almost lost everything.
Being in deep with the Russians and almost losing my family as a result, I learned a fuck of a lot of lessons. Now, I know what I want: to be Dante’s Consigliere.
My cell buzzes with an incoming message as I board the plane. Once I have taken my seat, I reach into my pocket and pull out my cell phone. My heart stutters as the message opens.
