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  Jason

  The Carter Mafia Family

  Book 3

  Roxanne Greening

  Text Copyright 2018 © Roxanne Greening

  All Rights Reserved

  All rights reserved in all media. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission. Except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  The moral rights of Jason the Carter Mafia Family as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the copyright, designs, and patients act of 1988.

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locales, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and any resemblance to places or events is coincidental or fictionalized.

  Published in the United States of America 2018

  Dedicated to my husband and kids for their love and support. To my parents for making me who I am today. And the rest of my family for all their support!

  In loving memory or my dad. Not a day goes by I don’t miss you.

  Chapter 1

  Alisa

  I was in a dark room, the concrete floors cold on my bare feet. Tugging on the handcuffs holding my wrists to the chair, I looked at Jason pleadingly. Pain exploded in my right cheek as Emilia, Jason’s sister backhanded me.

  “Where the fuck is she?”

  Her voice was dark and full of anger. Tears filled my eyes as I wished I could take back what I did. I didn’t love Jaxson, and this marriage contract would have been better if it was null and void.

  So why did I tell my daddy about her?

  Because she was getting close to Jason. A dark voice whispered.

  The cold, dark voice wasn’t foreign to me. It was another part of me, one I kept buried.

  Looking at the Carters, I realized it must be a trait you’re born with, being family to the coldest of the cold. People willing to kill like it was a part of the everyday normal. It must be a hereditary thing. Or was it something you grew with?

  “I don’t know.”

  I looked at Jason again begging him with my eyes. Please make it stop. Save me like you saved her.

  “I don’t believe you.”

  Jaxson’s dark voice was void of any kind of mercy. A shiver raced along my spine. Would he kill me to get out of this contract?

  “I really don’t know.”

  Another hit to the face, this time to my left cheek and my lip pulsed as it split from the pressure. Blood dribbled down my chin. Something deep in my chest pinched when I realized the man I loved wasn’t going to save me.

  “You told your father. Why?”

  Looking to Jason again, I kept my eyes trained on his as I spilled the words, like water pouring from a faucet.

  “I was angry. I wanted what you had.”

  “I know you don’t care for me, Alisa.”

  Forcing my eyes on Jaxson, I snarled.

  “It was never about you! Don’t you get that?”

  His eyes turned to slits.

  “Where the fuck is Sarah?”

  “I told you already. I don’t know.”

  Jaxson’s fingers bit into my chin as he squeezed it.

  “I’ll kill you, Alisa.”

  “I’m already dead inside.”

  I whispered the words, but Jaxson heard me. He knew what I meant. Jason was the one thing I would never be able to have. He was the star in the sky that I wished upon, but I knew I would never be able to reach.

  “If I could take back what I did, I would.”

  He was staring at me, searching deeper. I could see it. He knew how I felt for his brother. He could also see all the things that I wished to keep locked behind a door. I closed my eyes as Jaxson straightened, giving a nod to Emilia.

  “Please don’t make me hurt you more.”

  Emilia’s voice was tinged with sadness, but I could see the determination in her eyes. I shook my head, telling her I didn’t know anything.

  “Gun please.”

  “Emilia darlin we need her alive.”

  “I’m sorry for this. I really am. But I finally have a family, and I don’t think you understand how important that is.”

  “Sweetheart…”

  “Don’t tell me no, Jaxson.”

  “No, I can’t let you do this.”

  “You can’t make me not do it either.”

  “Beau take the gun from her before she kills the woman Jason loves.”

  “Why didn’t you stop me! You should have told me she meant something to you.” Emilia screamed at him.

  “This needed to happen.”

  Jason sounded calm.

  “You still should have told me.” Emilia shouted again.

  Emilia turned back to me.

  “I’m really sorry about all of this. Don’t hold my dumb brother responsible.”

  She sounded sad when I didn’t say anything. She continued, “If I could take it all back, I would.”

  Again, I stayed silent.

  “We can be friends, right?”

  I wasn’t so sure about that and as I opened my mouth to say just that, her fist connected with my chest and the air expelled from my lungs in a rush. I wanted to look at Jason again, but I hurt from him avoiding my eye, it was more painful than anything they could ever do to me.

  She kept hitting me, and I kept telling them I knew nothing. I honestly didn’t. Another hit to the head had it swinging to the side and blood filling my mouth. Spitting it onto the floor, I let my memories surface.

  The building was empty, but I could hear her screams. My father was angry with my mother. He said this was a special place for those who needed to be taught a lesson. I was forced to sit in a chair.

  The room was cold, and I could hear more pain filled screams and begging coming from the only room in the building. I knew what he was doing. Deep inside I knew he was killing her.

  I knew if I weren’t a good girl I would find myself here, but not in this chair. I would be in his favorite room. The place he took the people foolish enough to piss him off.

  A sob ripped from my throat.

  “There may be a place he would have taken her.”

  I told them what I remembered of its location. I watched as Emilia and Jaxson left the room. Jason stood there looking at my feet. I expected him to say something, anything really.

  But his silence through this whole ordeal already spoke volumes. He didn’t love me the way I loved him. He slowly released my wrists from the cuffs. The red lines where the handcuffs rubbed my skin stung.

  Before I could stand, he swung me up into his arms. And for a moment I closed my eyes and let the fairytale of a better time and place wash over me. I wanted to be one of those princesses who got her prince.

  I was never going to have a prince. The prince I wanted just let them beat me for information, confirming just how little he cared for me. Those few warm fuzzy feelings I had a moment ago dissipated quickly.

  His long stride had us in front of his bedroom door, and before I could protest, I was in it and on his bed. I struggled to sit up, but his hand pressed me to the bed. Raising my hand, I tried to slap his face, but he caught it easily.

  Then I was cuffed to his bed. I was, once again, handcuffed to a piece of furniture by a Carter. I wanted to scream at him, but he went quickly out the door and closed it behind him. As the lock engaged, I let the tears fall.

  Chapter 2

  Jason

  Watching them touch her, beat her as she begged me to help her ripped my chest open. I couldn’t look away no matter how much I wanted to. Her face, once clear and perfect was covered in bruises.

  Blood dribbled down her chin. When my sister pulled the gun and pressed it against her skin, my body tensed, and I feared for a moment, I might hurt my own fuck
ing sister. I couldn’t, and I fucking wouldn’t let them kill her.

  Sure, she had fucked up. She betrayed us. I get that, but she was also mine, and if my brother understood a small amount of what I was feeling then he would put a stop to this shit. The memories anchored me in the past.

  Knowing that she was chained to my bed and probably more pissed than a cobra in a jar, I knew her bite was going to fucking hurt. But I couldn’t let her go. Not now. Not ever. She was mine.

  Now that my brother broke the fucking contract, I could have her, and I was never letting her go.

  “How is she?”

  Looking at my brother, I felt the anger rise from the pit of hell. I was ready to harm the fucker for making me let him do what he did.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Fuck, Jason. I need to find her.”

  “Yeah at the expense of the woman I love. Let me ask you, brother, how would you feel if the tables were turned?”

  He looked away. He wouldn’t have stood by, but he was the boss, and I had no fucking choice but to follow his bullshit orders.

  “I risked everything for you.”

  His shoulders slumped a little more.

  “I will never fucking forgive you for this, Jaxson.”

  He finally looked at me, and I made sure he could see it in my eyes. Lark agreed with me on this. That was a rarity. Lark agreed with no one. Only himself.

  “Jason...”

  “No. You fucked up. I almost lost her to you, and then you do this? Just when I finally have a fucking chance at happiness.”

  I watched as he tried to think of something to say to bridge this gap he had forced between us.

  “I have shit to do.”

  Turning, I walked away from the man who looked so much like me. The one fucking person I thought I could always count on. I was so fucking wrong. He was just like everyone else in this shit world.

  Chapter 3

  Alisa

  Two weeks later…

  I needed out of this fucking place. I heard that they brought my dad in and I knew exactly where they would be taking him. To the room they took me. I needed to release him.

  I wasn’t going to stick around after that. I needed space from this world. They sold me like I was a farm animal, beat me and now I was chained to a bed.

  Every night Jason would come in and climb into bed behind me. He would pull me close and sleep, his warmth surrounding me. I hated it, and I loved it. I loved him, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t count, on anyone but myself. I finally understood that.

  Before I left here, I wanted one thing from him. I wanted him to make love to me. It would be for me, and it would grant me freedom. I wanted one night of bliss. One night where I could pretend I was his and he was mine.

  I watched as he came out of the bathroom in his normal attire of pajama bottoms and no shirt. I was sure the pants were for my sake, not something he normally did. Without a word, he climbed into bed.

  “Jason?”

  “Alisa.”

  “Will you fuck me tonight?”

  I used that word because to me and my fake reality he would be making love to me, but in the real world, he would be just fucking me.

  “Baby?”

  “Please, Jason.”

  He didn’t say anything.

  “I just want to forget; to be here in this moment with you.”

  That was all he needed. My hand was being released from the cuff, and he was on top of me before I could blink. His lips pressed to mine. Gentle. So gentle it had tears wanting to fill my eyes, but I blinked them back.

  There would be a time for those, and this wasn’t it. His fingers pulled at my panties and it took me a moment to remember that I was dressed in a t-shirt, and just my panties. The shirt was long enough that it came to my knees.

  It was usually very modest, but as he ripped the delicate white lace from my body and the cold air touched my pussy, I felt exposed and vulnerable. A knife appeared, and my eyes grew big.

  I watched as the blade pressed against the thin fabric of his shirt. I was so relieved he had the blade facing out. He dragged the blade down to the hem of the shirt. The sound of fabric ripping as he used both hands to tear the small cut he made, echoed around the room.

  Closing my eyes, I let the feeling of his hot skin, which he pressed against mine, keep me grounded even though I wanted to sail into the clouds. I was finally here. The moment I’d dreamed about since the hormones kicked in.

  The feel of his lips closing over my nipple had sparks dancing along my body. My hands slid along his back, nails sinking deep. I’ve lost it. I’ve gone crazy. That was the only thing that would explain this.

  His cock nudged my opening, and my eyes squeezed tighter together. I wanted to look him in the eye. I wanted to see the love I felt reflected back at me, but I knew it wasn’t there, not really.

  Grabbing his face between my hands, I pressed my lips against his. My body pressed closer. My already hard nipples pressed against his chest. I needed him inside me now. Taking one hand, I slide it down his chest.

  Slowly I let my fingers explore his chest and abdomen as my tongue fought with his. The moment I touched it, I knew it was going to be difficult to take all of him. That wasn’t going to stop me from trying.

  Rubbing it gently, I fought the smile that tried to intrude as his hips rock forward. I felt powerful at this moment. I felt like I was on top of the world. I had this badass underboss under my control.

  Rocking my hips forward as I directed his cock to my pussy, I wrapped my legs around his hips. I pulled them forward, forcing him to enter me. The pain that I felt was swift and quickly overshadowed by the raw need my body was pulsing with.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. You should have waited. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  But he did. He hurt me more than this ever would. Pushing that out of my mind, I pressed my mouth against his again. I didn’t want to hear any more endearments or false promises. I wanted him to take me to the place only he could.

  The feel of his hips retreating had me crying out. My fingers slipped into his hair, grabbing onto it like reins on a horse, keeping him right where I wanted him. When he slammed back into me, I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

  It seemed to fuel the fire. His hips retreated and slammed into me over and over, but never going as hard or as fast as I needed. Pushing on his shoulders, I forced him to lean back. Using all the strength I had, I used the momentum from him leaning back to force myself forward, tackling him to the bed.

  Quickly straddling him, I lined his cock up with the entrance to my pussy. Without a word, I dropped all my weight down on him. The force I used had his cock slamming into my cervix. Reaching down, I felt where we met and realized he still had a few inches to fit inside me.

  “I want all of you.”

  His eyes turned black as his hands grabbed my hips. His strong arms made it easy to lift me and slam me back down on top of him. He went deeper with every thrust as screams left my lips in a continuous stream.

  It was too much and not enough.

  “Harder.”

  Flipping us, I was once again on my back with his hand wrapped around my throat, holding me in place as his other hand slammed down on the bed beside us. His hips slammed into mine over and over, the bed hitting the wall with each hard thrust.

  “Faster.”

  I moaned the words and just like I hoped he picked up the pace. In and out, his cock hit my womb with ever reentry. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh mixed with my moans, causing my juices to drip onto his cock, making it easier for him to get deeper inside me.

  “Sweetheart…”

  “Kiss me.”

  I didn’t want to hear his words. I wanted him to fuck me harder. Wrapping my arms around his neck as he sat up, I fisted my hands in his hair and pressed myself to him. There was no gap between us. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling my hips as close to his as I could get.

  His hands grabbed onto my shoulders, and wi
th each thrust I was forced to stay where he wanted me, making his retreats small and his reentry short. I couldn’t move. I was completely at his mercy as my orgasm washed over me in a wave.

  My screams turned silent as my voice left me. The world spun as pleasure rocked it off its course. My back hit the bed hard as he slammed into me harder. Another orgasm hit on the back of the first.

  The feel of his cock hitting my womb as he jerked inside me had sparks shooting through me. His lips caressed my neck sweetly. This was it, the most beautiful moment of my life.

  The last beautiful moment of my life.

  Closing my eyes, I fought the pain that tried to intrude and destroy this moment. His weight settled slightly on me. He was talking, but I tuned him out. There was nothing he could say to change the past.

  I pretended sleep took me. When he pulled out of me another small spark had my pussy clenching, begging for him to stay inside me. The sound of him going into the bathroom had me turning onto my side, facing away from him.

  “Baby…”

  Keeping my eyes closed, I pretended the word didn’t wound my already wounded heart. The feel of a warm cloth pressing against my tender flesh was a relief. He was cleaning me.

  The bed sagged as he climbed in behind me. I waited for what felt like hours as he finally let sleep take him. Looking at his fingers splayed over my stomach, I slowly lifted them and worked my way over to the edge of the bed.

  It took forever, or at least it felt that way. Grabbing blue jeans and a tank top courtesy of Emilia, I quickly dressed. Shoes? Yeah, guess they didn’t think I needed those. Walking to the door, I lost the fight to look at him one more time.

  To see everything, I would never have and everything I would forever dream of. Swallowing the tears that wanted to take me, I opened the door and silently exited the room. There was only one place left to go before I left this place and never look back.

  My father needed his freedom. Even if he deserved what they were going to do to him, he was my father. Once he was free, I would disappear.

  Chapter 4

  Alisa