Retribution E-Book

L.J. Diva

• Herausgeber: Royal Star Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: The Porn Star Brothers Series
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 136

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

This series is dedicated to…

Jackie Collins is the biggest inspiration in my life when it comes to writing, if not the only inspiration. She had the passion; the brains, the ballsy rollicking attitude, and the kind of life that made me want to be her.

And to the three Stefanovic brothers, Carlos, Pedro, and Tomas, without whom I would not have had names for my porn stars.

In the tradition of the bonkbustingly good Jackie Collins comes L.J. Diva’s Porn Star Brothers series.

In the stunning conclusion to the first three Porn Star Brothers books, Carlos, Pedro, and Tomas, follow the clues to the one person responsible for the brother’s tragic and dramatic exploits, from the murders to the stalkings to the kidnappings in Hollywood, New York, and Miami.

Find out who is behind it all and why they want the brothers dead.

And who finally does end it all.

****Retribution is the fourth novella in the Porn Star Brothers contemporary romance series featuring three sizzlingly sexy Greek Australian bad boy brothers. If you like family sagas and seeking revenge then you’ll love the latest instalment in L.J. Diva’s page-turning series.

Unlock The Porn Star Brothers Series to start the romance today!

***These books contain swearing, lots of sex, and a plotline. They’re for the over 18s only, but we all know those younger ones will sneak a peek.***

**** In order of reading – Carlos, Pedro, Tomas, Retribution (or the Porn Star Brothers box set or collector’s edition paperback novel), Forever, Love Never Dies, Stefan: The New Generation, DeLuca, Spiros & Jenny, And Always.****

Leseprobe

RETRIBUTION

Porn Star Brothers Book 4

L.J. Diva

TIMELINE

October 1977

About the Author

Other Titles

Dedications

Copyright

October 1977

“Pedro, Tomas.” Carlos knew his brothers in an instant and ran for them as they did for him. They met in a big group hug. “Oh, my God!” he cried. “You’re here, you’re here. Are you okay?” He grabbed Pedro’s face. “Are you okay? What are you doing here?” He grasped Tomas’s shoulder. “What are you doing in America? Oh, my God, how are you?” He engulfed them again.

“What are we doing?” Pedro laughed. “What about you?” He hugged his older brothers fiercely, not wanting to let go.

“Oh, God, I’ve missed the two of you,” Tomas mumbled into Carlos’s shoulder as he dug his fingers in, not wanting the moment to end. “You’ve been gone too long, and I missed you both so much.”

“Ah, my little brothers,” Carlos murmured, longing for their carefree days back on Mykonos. “Where have I been? Where have you been? Why are you here? How are you here?”

“Friends of yours?” Star repeated from behind them.

The boys parted reluctantly. “My brothers,” Carlos told Star before noticing the group now standing around them. “And something’s clearly going on.”

“Detective Gardo, NYPD.” The trench-coated six foot Mack Truck sized detective flashed his badge. “We were tracking a man heading for that plane.”

“So were we,” another trench-coated average height man said. He flashed his badge. “Detective Barden, Miami PD.”

“Star, LAPD.” He nodded at Drew. “My partner. We were tracking that man.” He pointed to the dead body on the tarmac. “Guess he was heading for that plane too.”

“Then I guess we have something in common,” Gardo said.

“Yeah, like being soaked to the skin,” Barden said. “How about we go find somewhere warm and dry to chat, shall we.”

With Carlos hanging onto his brothers, and Tony, Aneeka and Mark behind them, they were all shunted into the airport where they were met by security. But all the detectives and officers had to do was flash their badges, of which there were many, and the security guards had no control over the situation. The guards called the manager and showed everyone to a large boardroom where they were given towels and coffee by the girls that arrived along with the manager.

Everyone started talking at once.

“Now, where the hell have you two been?” Carlos demanded, keeping a hand on each of his brothers’ shoulders.

“New York.”

“Miami.”

“Wait a minute.” Pedro stopped him. “You don’t get away with it that easily. What about you, Mr Hollywood Porn Star with the new hairdo?” His eyes went to his brother’s hair. “Why didn’t you let us know you were leaving or what you were doing? You just up and left after that shooting.”

“You can’t talk, little brother,” Tomas reminded, eyeing him off and sliding an arm around his own waist as his stomach twinged. “You took off and became a porn star of your own. I saw the pictures.”

Carlos watched the two of them. His younger brothers. God, it was so good to see them again. He frowned and looked at Tomas. “Wait. What did you say?” His head turned toward Pedro. “You’re in…”

Pedro blushed. “Yeah, yeah. Not that I can talk. It seems I’m following in my big brother’s footsteps. I’ve followed you into the big bad world of pornos.”

“Pedro.” Carlos’s frown was still in place as he took Pedro’s face in his hand. “Why?”

Pedro shrugged. “Well, when I saw you doing it, I thought, why not.”

“But you’re still young. You’re only twenty, you have your whole life ahead of you, and that’s not you anyway.” Carlos’s hand slid back to Pedro’s shoulder.

Pedro gave a shake of his head. “It’s not so bad. My movies are classier, more tasteful, and have better producers.” He raised his brows in amusement. “And then I had my own troubles, so back to Carlos since it all started with you. Why did you just up and leave and not let anyone know where you were, or what you were doing?”

Carlos took a deep breath. “I had to. I had to get out of there. I have no idea what the hell that was about.”

“What was it about?” Tomas asked. “You were called a rapist and murderer. Mama and Papa were sickened by it.” He shook his head. “What did you do, Carlos?”

“Nothing.” Carlos vehemently shook his head. “I did nothing. I did not rape anyone, and I certainly didn’t shoot anyone.”

“Then why didn’t you stay?” Pedro asked. “Why didn’t you stay and fight it?”

“Because I think the gunman was aiming for me and got the woman by mistake. Connie heard the shots, got me inside her room, and told me to meet her by the dock. I raced home and got my stuff and left the letter. Did Mama get the letter? The cops didn’t get it did they?”

Two heads shook no.

“Mama got it,” Pedro said.

Carlos sighed. “Good,” pause, “Connie and Vivian got me out on the ferry to Athens and then on a private jet to L.A. Harry, uh, my new boss, sorted everything out.” He turned to Tony who was hovering nearby. “It was all sorted out, wasn’t it? Uh, this is Tony, he works for Harry and has been my bodyguard for a few weeks,” he told his brothers.

Tony stepped closer. “There was nothing to sort out because it sorted itself out.”

Carlos frowned. “What do you mean nothing to sort out?”

“The cops were all over the house,” Tomas added.

Tony shrugged. “By the time Harry got me on the case it had been sorted. The cops said it was a case of mistaken identity and a lovers’ tiff that had gone awry. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“If that’s the case then, why did all of this happen?” Carlos asked him.

Another shrug. “Dunno,” Tony said. “We thought it was a bit strange.”

Tomas thought about it. “That’s kinda what happened with me. Stuff started in Miami, but all of a sudden it changed gears. I’m brought here, and now this.”

Pedro nodded. “Same with me. Now, I’m here.” He motioned to Mark. “My bodyguard, Mark Monroe.”

Carlos nodded at him and looked around. “Well, there’s a hell of a lot of cops for whatever is going on, and it all has to do with that plane and who was on it.”

“So,” Star started as the detectives gathered round. “What have you boys been up to and what are your parts in all of this?”

“Searching for a kidnapper,” Gardo replied, shrugging off his trench coat and laying it over the closest chair. “Turns out, my kidnapper not only worked for Andros Poulos, the man who was after my Stephanopoulos, but someone up the food chain.” He downed the remains of his first coffee and picked up another from the tray on the table. “Looks like we got a big fish to fry here somewhere.” He looked at Star, Drew and Barden. “Any ideas?”

Barden shook his head and wrapped his thick cold fingers around his coffee cup for warmth. “I have four dead drug-riddled gay porn stars, a spurned ex-lover, and a flat out raving necrophiliac to deal with, so whoever the guy was that took my Stephanopoulos, we found him and ended up shooting him before getting any information.” He sipped the hot brew in his cup and let the molten liquid slide down his cold, sore throat.

Gardo raised his brows and grinned. “Is that all you had?” he asked, and Barden wearily grinned back.

Drew sighed, crossed his arms, and half sat beside Barden on the table in the middle of the room. With a glance over his shoulder at the three brothers, he said, “Our Stephanopoulos seems to have caused a hell of a headache. A dead ex-girlfriend, a kidnapped photographer, and two dead henchmen. Ours caused trouble for weeks.”

Star snorted. “Is that what you call it?” He called his partner out. “That little cock sucker has been the bane of my existence for weeks, and that’s more than mere trouble.” He shifted position and snarled across the room at the brothers, slamming his hands onto his hips as the rest of the cops and Feds hovered around the table, chatting and warming themselves with coffee and blankets. “He’s a little cock sucker that needs to be taught a lesson.”

Drew warily eyed his partner. He’d never seen him so angry over anyone, but the last few weeks had turned Star into some sort of raving maniac out for revenge on everybody.

Gardo’s eyes narrowed. He knew types like Star. Hot-headed like himself, but also angry and full of resentment at his lot in life and the fact minorities and people who didn’t seem to work hard for anything always got more than him. Arrogance, narcissism, and self-loathing all rolled into one. Cops like Star thought the world owed them and got pissed off when it didn’t deliver.

Barden stayed quiet. He was a people watcher from way back, and after flying around in the freezing fall winds and rain during the investigation, he was running low on energy. And Star was not someone he wanted to get into a row with when he was not running at his peak. He knew better than to confront men like Star, knew to stay out of their way and let them self-destruct all in their own time.

Just down the side of the room from his seat at the table, a black-suited Fed eyed everyone. He was a trained profiler, and knew exactly what everyone in that room was just by reading their body language, and hearing the words out of their mouths.

Well, now, let me see, he thought. The three brothers have no idea what’s going on as their actions and speech portray. They’re hugging and holding and speaking and acting like they haven’t seen each other in the months they’ve been apart. Their body language speaks of nothing else but truth, some fear, and an utter lack of information.

The two men standing behind them are stoic, hard-backed, like they have a rod up their ass, military trained maybe. Trained in more than that, martial arts, know how to handle guns and deal with crazed people. But how did two kidnappers get past them? His eyes travelled up and down Tony and Mark who caught him out when they stared back. He smiled slightly, knowing full well they knew what he was and did. So they hardened even more against his eyeball invasion. They’re good, he thought. They would probably hold up well against torture techniques.

His gaze roamed around the room to the many cops there as part of their job, having tagged along in the three car chases for the kidnappers. They had hung around to see those cases out until the end. And that’s all they’re doing, he surmised, watching two officers called Burns and Devron in particular. But they’re making mental notes. Look at the way their eyes are taking everything in.They’re watching everyone closely, studying body language and listening to words being said. Yes, he thought, those two want to go somewhere and be something, and they’re on the lookout for it. He eyed Devron’s six feet of hard-muscled blackness. Not sure he’ll get far being gay, though, closeted or not. But I think he’ll give it a damn good go.

And then there were the detectives. They were only there to claim a win. With one in particular, Star, there for the glory only. He knew men like Star, and he needed to be told by a higher authority, not that that always stopped him. Like now, he thought. He’s been threatened with suspension over this case and yet has doggedly gone after the criminal with every ounce of anger he has.

The suit eyed Star up and down. He may be good at what he does, but he can be a son of a bitch doing it.And his poor partner Drew. A weak man, or maybe polite and well-mannered are the words for him. Rarely let’s his temper flare and is always stopping Star from making a mistake. Sadly for you, though, the suit scratched his chin, it could be the downfall of your career unless you stop partnering him.

Then there was Gardo, who knew his position in life and had worked damn hard for it. His size and bulk held him in good stead and helped make him what he was. A formidable opponent when it came to crime. He knew all about Gardo’s track record. And a damn good one it was. Nine out of ten crims caught and the only real one not yet captured was Nedro Scarvo. The suit took a sip of coffee. The one criminal so many cops wanted, and Gardo was yet to catch. I doubt he’s going to let retirement stop him from trying.

And Jeremiah Barden is a slow burner. He spent his years working his way up dealing with Miami crime, and now the gay scene that’s currently thriving. Four dead porn stars and a necrophiliac! How I’d love to help him with that one.

His attention turned to the stunning African American woman walking into the room. Now, he thought, how does she figure into things? He liked women of style and class, and this one had it, even if she was a Negro. It didn’t matter to him. While he’d never been with a black woman before, he had no qualms in admiring the beauty of them. And this one was definitely a beauty. Regal, tall, slim, and in control of every man around her.

His head swung back at the mutterings down the table and saw the black fury sweep over Star’s face as he stared at the woman across the room, hands on hips, brows so far down they were joined between his eyes. Ah, look at that. The anger, hatred, and resentment are so evident, and then there are all those other things I’d like to get into, he thought. His eyes swung from Star’s facial expression to watch the woman approach the brothers.

“Carlos, I’ve just called Harry to let him know we are safe. Vivian was there as well.” Aneeka came up behind the three brothers.

Carlos turned to her. “Thanks for that. I can’t wait to see Viv again.”

“I’m sure she feels the same way,” Aneeka replied warmly, looking the boys up and down.

“Boys, this is—”

“Aneeka Ne Masta, one of the best photographers in the world.” Pedro reached out to shake her hand. “Pleasure.”

“And it is a pleasure to see such good genetics run in the family.” She shook hands with both brothers. “No wonder you’re all famous.”

“All?” Carlos asked. “Who?” He turned to Tomas with a crestfallen expression. “Not you, too?”

Tomas blushed softly, a small smile coming to his lips. “I found my way into it through someone I met.”

“Ah, Jesus, Tomas!” Carlos managed before being interrupted.

“All right, all right, listen up porn brothers,” Star yelled over the commotion, thinking he could and would take control of the whole situation. For that was what Star’s personality was all about. Being in control. And when he wasn’t…look out. Carlos frowned at the phrasing as Star continued. “We’ve all had a little chat, now we wanna hear from you three. From the beginning, shall we.” He downed his coffee and slammed the cup onto the table.

Carlos sighed and looked around the room. There were cops, Feds and detectives. He leant against the edge of the cupboard behind him with Pedro and Tomas to his right, all three of them standing with their arms crossed.

Aneeka, Tony and Mark stood to his left.

“I have no idea how this started except that someone wanted to frame me for the murder of a friend,” Carlos started.

“I meant,” Star interrupted with an impatient wave of his hand. “Thebeginning. As in, that little rape and murder crime you were wanted for, but somehow, someway, the case suddenly disappeared, and it’s all a case of mistaken identity. Start from Mykonos and go from there.”

Carlos’s frown deepened. Where the hell is this going and what does it have to do with what’s happening now?

“Same goes for you two.” Star pointed to Pedro and Tomas. “One at a time.”

The brothers exchanged looks.