Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)
N.J. Adel
Author Note
Tirone is part two and the finale of an MC/Mafia Taboo duet with a happy ending. It can’t be read as a standalone.
This duet is the ultimate taboo, depraved and fictional. Also borderline psycho and entails dark and disturbing situations and fantasies. Please do NOT read this series if you’re underage, sane or pure. You’ll be ruined for good if you do.
If you haven’t read part one Furore yet, read it FIRST now
If you like the dark side and have a little black heart like me, you may like to read Forbidden Cruel Italians series which is a complete Mafia series that crosses over with this duet.
Forbidden Cruel Italians Reading Order: 1. The Italian Marriage (Standalone)
2. The Italian Obsession (Standalone)
3. The Italian Dom (Duet part 1)
3.5 Savage Crown (Intersecting Novella)
4. The Italian Son (Duet part 2)
Night Skulls MC Reading Order:
Furore (Duet part 1)
Tirone (Duet part 2)
Dusty (San Francisco Chapter)
Trigger Warnings: The whole list. I’m serious. Tirone has them ALL. Don’t read if you have any!
Dedication
To those whose eyes darken when they say things like, “if you ever leave me, I’ll kill you just so no one else will have you.”
And to psycho bitches who throb when they hear them
Yes, I’m looking at you
Happy clenching, bestie
CHAPTER 1
Jo
“Molar!” Laius, whom I clung to like a baby, at the far edge of the bed, as far away as possible from Tirone, yelled, and a tall, long-haired man darted into the room in no time. “You and Fort take Jo to the Boiler and stay with her until I finish.”
That didn’t sound like a place I wanted to be. “Boiler?” I asked with a faint voice, my head still swimming.
Laius gave me a small smile. “It’s the…laundry room out back. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe there.”
“You can’t meet Enzio alone,” Molar said.
“Yeah, we’re coming with,” Fort emphasized.
Laius rubbed my hand. “Someone’s gotta stay with Jo until I come back. She’s not feeling well.”
“I can do it,” Tirone said, and the nausea hit hard, threatening to throw me unconscious. No. I couldn’t be alone with him. Not again. Never again.
“Yeah?”
“Sure. Just show me the way.”
I bolted upright, pulling Laius closer. “No, please. Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll be right back. I just have to take care of the Lanzas, baby.”
“Then I’ll go alone,” I said, lurching out of bed.
He rose with me. “What’s wrong, baby? I told you Rex is cool. No need to worry.”
“You’re not feeling well, Miss Meneceo.” I could hear the rigid mockery in Tirone’s tone along with his footsteps approaching me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I flinched so hard my knees gave. “Jeez.” He, and his father steadied me with their arms, and my body went stiff like a rock. “See what I’m talking about? What if you pass out? Someone has to be there to take care of you.”
Fuck you. “Can you just send a prospect?” I beseeched Laius, too desperate to care about the suspicions I had to be triggering in his mind.
“You seriously trust a prospect over me, Miss Meneceo? Ouch.”
“Ty,” I put all the strength I had left in a stare, “enough.”
Laius narrowed his gaze between us. “How the fuck do you know my boy, Jo?”
“She’s my English teacher,” Tirone answered for me. “You never told him?”
“I never knew he was your son,” I said quickly, whimpering, asking for forgiveness Laius didn’t know I needed. “His name is Tirone Wisely, and he told me his father was dead.” My head spun toward Tirone. “I never knew you were his son.” I should have known, though. I should have fucking known. They were so alike, the eyes, the darkness… How could the only way to get over the man who broke my heart be falling for his father? Was that the only kind of man I could be in love with? It was like I was destined to fall only for Lazzarinis that shared the same psychotic gene pool—and incredible sexiness. “And I used to be your teacher. Not anymore.”
“I know what this’s all about.” Tirone’s voice took a dark edge.
Was that how Laius found out how much of a fucking dirty bitch I was? How I, his girlfriend whom he loved and she loved back, was the predatory teacher that slept with his son when he was seventeen? I shook my head, reflexively, tears springing from my eyes. If Laius was ever to know what Ty and I had, it couldn’t be like this. It couldn’t be now. Tirone couldn’t be that sick and vindictive to speak the truth now. Right?
“You hate me because—”
“Ty, please. Not now.”
“He has to know sooner or later. Might as well be now.”
Laius pulled me toward him, away from Ty, as if he sensed it, as if he knew it all. “What the fuck is going on?”
Tirone smirked at me, and I just closed my eyes, willing my head to shut down so I could pass out, or better yet, die and end everybody’s misery. “You hate me because…I dropped out on you.”