Escaping the King: The Sovrano Crime Family, #13

By Jessa York

I'm living with a broken heart.

And now I'm going to break it again.

By leaving.

Everyone.

And everything.

It's the only way to keep those I love—safe.

But will I be able to survive this heartache?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessa York
• Release date: Jun 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227902276

Book preview

1

Stefan

I can, ah, stay on the couch if you want to take the bed, my brother offered begrudgingly. 

This was his peace offering.

Giselle.

In her bed.

Completely exhausted from the day of travel.

The kids had been—well, they’d been a handful. Not one of them behaved. Instead, they acted like cranky little shits the entire time. I helped out where I could. At least juggling babies kept us from killing each other.

The only relationship on that plane that wasn’t strained in some way was Eve and Giselle’s. They were still tight.

But as for the rest of us—if it were up to me, they could all fuck off.

I loved Eve. That would never change.

But even she didn’t go to bat for me. No one did.

Nick tried his best to stay neutral. Which meant he didn’t take my side either.

Everyone thought it was perfectly fucking fine for Carlo to impregnate the woman of my dreams. 

My woman.

And it was not.

Giselle had promised me—she’d fucking promised me we’d start a family together. And she’d promised me before she’d discussed family planning with Carlo.

But, just like every goddamn thing in the world—Carlo got his way.

He’d been fucking her day after day. Night after night.

Bareback. 

The probability that she was already knocked up was likely high.

She already had one kid. That proved it was possible. And with Carlo fucking her every chance he got—if Giselle wasn’t already pregnant, it wouldn’t be long before she was.

And that ate at my fucking heart like nothing else in the world ever had. A constant pain shot through my chest. To the point that I sometimes wondered if I was having a coronary.

And part of me—a large part of me—wouldn’t give a fuck.

That might be the only way I could get some kind of relief from this pain.

I’d tried the bottle. And I’d keep trying it. Every time I saw the bottom of one, I knew that wasn’t the answer. It numbed the ache inside of me. Something I had to do.

That was why I had an old sitcom on TV while I downed my fifth glass of whiskey. Sleep hadn’t come yet, so I might have to go for a sixth tonight.

Oh, I love this episode, I heard Sophia say from behind me. I spun my head around to see her.

Fuck.

What the hell was she wearing?

I could tell you what she wasn’t wearing.

Clothes that covered her hot, curvy body.

I’d noticed her clothing choices had become skimpier and skimpier while we were in Italy.

The cute little smiles she’d always sent me had become more and more seductive.

Yeah, I noticed.

You’d have to be blind not to.

But I was with Giselle.

Or at least that was what I’d thought.

Until the subject of babies came up.

And Carlo stomped all over my desire to get Giselle pregnant.

Because he needed an heir.

With my woman.

And the most disgusting part of it all was that I’d stepped back and allowed him full fucking range to Giselle.

When he’d insisted I wear a condom—that had been the last straw.

No fucking way was I ever going to wear a condom with Giselle.

She and Eve had tried to make nice with me after that. 

And I’d enjoyed my time with them.

Thoroughly.

But all it amounted to essentially was a mercy fuck.

And yes, I’d taken it.

My balls had nearly exploded from lack of use.

And watching the two of them together was too much. No man could resist.

Christ.

Even as I sat here right now, I could taste and smell Giselle. Her warm, floral musk drifting up my nose.

Sophia leaned against the back of the couch, her arms pressing her big tits together, making them look even larger.

My mouth watered.

And it fucking shouldn’t.

For all intents and purposes, I was still committed to Giselle.

Wasn’t I?

She was actively trying to have a baby with my brother. Letting him fuck her until she screamed.

If I wanted to come within ten feet of her, I had to wear a condom.

And now, Carlo wanted to marry her.

As in, he’d already put a ring on her finger and set a date.

Where the fuck did that leave me?

Sitting here on a fucking couch.

Five drinks in.

While Carlo was in Giselle’s room, holding her in his arms.

Fuck.

I was a goddamn chump.

Even my dad had clued in.

He’d told me that she didn’t look at me the way she looked at Carlo. At the time—I didn’t want to admit it. But I think the old bastard was right.

Fuck.

Sorry, what? I shook my head from side to side and tried to get the image of Giselle looking at my brother like he was her greatest love out of my mind. Because she was mine.

Oh, nothing. I just said I loved this episode. Sophia smiled and leaned over a bit more. Any further and her tits were in danger of falling right out of that thin, sexy as fuck nightie. The spaghetti straps were only there for decoration. They weren’t holding anything up.

If I brushed one off her shoulder—her entire silky black nightie would fall to the floor.

My dick woke up at that thought.

I can leave if you want? I couldn’t sleep and I heard the TV on. So, I thought I’d come up and keep you company.

My dick got harder.

Keep me company.

I tossed the rest of my glass back and swallowed. I kept my eyes on her chest the whole time.

I could fuck her right now if I wanted to.

She was clearly ready and willing. I could sidle up behind her, lift the short nightie, and fuck her right there against the couch. And she’d be fucking grateful for my cock.

She wanted it. I’d known that for a while. In her eyes, I wasn’t some pity fuck.

No.

In her eyes, I was a real fuck. Someone who she wanted to jump on and have a good time with. And to me, she could very easily be someone I could take my frustrations out on.

I bet she hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. She’d be nice and tight.

And desperate.

My cock was now fully hard and ready for Sophia to slide down on.

Yeah.

I’d let her do what she wanted.

At first.

I’d let her go slowly and at her own pace.

And then I’d take over and fuck her nice and hard. While I licked those big tits of hers. I would just happen to love some company, Sophia. I grinned at her and crooked my finger.

After I set my glass on the coffee table, I watched her walk around the couch. 

Yeah.

That nightie was short. Just like I’d thought. My eyes trailed from her feet to the hem of her nightie. Then up her belly to her fantastic fucking tits.

I spread my legs, giving my dick the room he needed. "Come,