Fortress of the Heart (Medici Mafia #3) Read Online Dakotah Fox, Mackenzy Fox

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Medici Mafia Series by Dakotah Fox
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
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Marco:
SHE COULD RUIN ME.
Every part of her even being here is wrong.
For one; she’s the enemy.
The high-profile niece of a man we despise.
The minute she explodes into my life, I know she’s trouble.
Beautiful.
Alluring.
Enticing at every turn.
But I can’t have her.
If I succumb, I betray my own family.
I lose everything.
Including control of my sanity.
Something Katiya Petrov won’t win, is my heart.
It’s as good as dead anyway.

Katiya:
HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY.
He’s supposed to be a monster.
Part of the Medici crime family, a man who shows no mercy.
Yet, behind his tough exterior, I see something more.
There’s pain behind his eyes.
A storm cloud.
A mask.
I should leave, but I can’t go back there.
I won’t.
How can it be safer here, with him, on enemy turf?
How can Marco Medici be the one man I hate…
But also, the one man I can’t live without.

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PROLOGUE

MARCO

FIVE YEARS AGO ….

I stare around the vacant apartment in disbelief.

She took everything except the fake flowers I fucking hate and the electrical appliances.

I charge into the bedroom we shared, knowing in my heart she isn’t here.

A quick glance at her side of the walk-in closet confirms it’s true.

She’s gone.

The drawers are open, and some hangers remain. Everything else is empty.

I look for evidence of her slashing any of my suits, but they appear unharmed.

All that lingers is her fucking perfume, like a punishing reminder of the woman who used to live here.

I pull my phone out and hit dial.

It goes straight to message. “Lisa,” I say. “Call me when you get this. We need to talk.”

I know things have been strained with us lately, but everything has changed.

We just found out Lisa’s pregnant; not something either of us planned on, but I couldn’t be happier.

We’ve had a rough year, but I know I want to make this work. I’ve always wanted to be a father and I wanted to make tonight special.

I can’t fucking believe she left me.

Admittedly, we both work way too much, and spending time together has become non-existent. We fought last night, and it’s the same argument; she gets mad when I’m not around. She thinks I’m at the club chasing other women when that isn’t the case.

I’ve never strayed in our relationship; I’ve never cheated on any women I’ve been romantic with. It’s not my style.

I’ve never resented the fact that she has a career. In fact, I admire her brilliance, but I somehow thought the news of the baby would bring us closer together.

Tonight, I made an effort. I thought we could talk, maybe work out what we’re going to do and how to manage things when the baby comes. I’m willing to be a hands-on father.

I throw the dozen red roses down on the bed as I run a hand through my hair. This can’t be happening.

I grab my phone and dial again and this time I don’t leave a message.

I just need to talk to her. I know how she gets…then again, she’s never cleared her entire contents from our bedroom before. Everything is gone except the bedroom furniture.

I walk over to the windows and look down to the street below, trying to make sense of it.

I’m so numb I can’t even get myself a scotch to numb the pain.

It’s five days before I fucking hear from her.

I’m in my office when my phone buzzes. In truth, I’ve been numb this entire time and can barely work at all. I look like shit and feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. It’s like I’m in a trance, and nobody but her can wake me from it.

I’ve tried her parents’ place, then her sisters. If they know where she is, then they aren’t telling me.

I needed to know she was okay, that the baby was okay…

“Lisa?” I say, trying not to sound as bitter as I feel. “How are you?”

“Can we start with a less complicated question?”

“Fine. Where are you?”

“I went out of town for a while,” she says.

“You left. I don’t understand…”

“Marco, you know we’ve had problems this last year. I know I owe you an explanation, but this is hard enough as it is.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

She sounds weary. “Love has nothing to do with it. I’ll always love you, and you know that. But we have to let go of us. Together we’re a disaster, Marco. If you admit it to yourself, then you’ll agree. We’ve tried and tried, and we barely tolerate one another. We fight, we makeup, and then the cycle begins again.”

“Why couldn’t you say this in person?” I spit. “Do I not deserve that?”

There’s a brief pause, then, “I couldn’t face you.”

So she took the coward's way out.

“Well, you obviously don’t want to live with me anymore, but we still have to discuss the baby and what we’re going to do, how we can make this work.”


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