Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Handed over to the most feared mob boss in New York like I was nothing.
Viktor Morelli. Cold, ruthless, and not to be crossed.
He rules this city with fear. Men disappear because of him.
I’ve never even been kissed, and now I belong to the most dangerous man alive.
He could kill me.
He could break me.
He could do anything he wants to me—and the worst part? My body seems to love it. Knowing he owns me makes my heart race and my thighs ache.
Right now, I’m collateral on my father’s debt. But if Viktor wants more, I won’t be able to stop him. And I’m not sure I’d even want to…
A page-turning, over-the-top, dark instalove mafia romance featuring a hot, alpha, terrifyingly handsome mob boss and an innocent virgin who changes his life. No cliffhangers, no cheating, just pure obsession and a HEA that will make your heart warm
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1
VIKTOR
I don’t feel anything anymore. Joy, love, fear, and definitely not mercy.
It’s a product of the life I’ve chosen. As a thirty-eight-year-old mob boss, I’ve done things most men couldn’t imagine. Things they find “cool” in gangster TV shows and dramas.
Most men are wimps. Products of “civilized” society. No testosterone, no balls, and damn sure no ambition. They sit in their bedrooms donating their money to online girls who fake interest in them.
Me, I’ve built a kingdom on bones and blood—the corpses of men who thought they could get in my way. You want something in life, you’ve gotta take it. And I’ve taken.
But now sitting here in my penthouse overlooking Billionaire’s Row in New York City, I’m bored.
Countless half-naked women dance around me, swinging bottles of champagne, white powder under their noses, kicking up their expensive heels at my men, who cheer them on.
Just another cold, soulless display of my power. My wealth.
I made this happen. I built this. And I’m the reason I’m falling apart from the inside.
Anton, my number one, walks over to my chair, waits respectfully, then speaks.
“It’s Seth Rossi again. He can’t cover this week’s interest.”
Of course he can’t. Men like Seth disgust me.
They think they can gamble, blow their salary on women and drugs, and then come to men like me to bail them out. They pray to saints whose names they can’t remember and swear to the Lord that they’re good men.
But in this city, I’m the Lord, and forgiveness is not in my nature.
Anton clears his throat. “He came with…collateral.”
Collateral can mean anything. Watches, cars, titles to homes. But I can see by the look in Anton’s eyes that this is different.
“What kind?”
He pauses. “His daughter.”
I freeze, staring at my number one like he’s lost his mind.
“Did I hear you right?” I growl. “This sick bastard brought his daughter as collateral on his debt?”
Anton can see the anger rising in my eyes. Even a few of my men across the room hear the threat in my voice and glance over.
“I told him you wouldn’t be interested, but then I saw her, and…”
His voice trails off, and he averts his eyes. My blood’s starting to boil.
“And what!?” I snap, pounding my fist on the desk, sending my whiskey to the floor.
He takes a breath. Anton’s an ice-cold killer who’s served me loyally for years. The only man on Earth who can scare him is me.
But Anton knows why I’m angry. I’m a mean bastard, but I have one rule I made long ago:
No kids and no women.
“This son of a bitch,” I growl, shaking my head. I stand. “Bring him into my office.”
Anton nods as I thread through the drunken bodies to the large, dark double doors that lead into my private domain.
No one comes in here but me. Priceless paintings line the walls, a safe with more money in it than most men will make in a lifetime, and a stash of jewelry that would send a rapper’s eyes spinning.
I barely have time to take a seat before Anton enters.
Seth Rossi is behind him, cowering already. I open my mouth to curse him out, and that’s when she walks in.
And my whole world changes.
Her warm chestnut hair gleams under the lights, spilling down across her shoulders, one of which is bare from the wide neck of her top. A primal possessiveness instantly takes me over as I drink the rest of her in.
I may be a monster, but she is an absolute goddess.
My pants tighten as my eyes scour her body. The brutal curves of a girl who can’t be more than nineteen. Legs that go on for days, tits so big the fabric of her shirt stretches around them, and hips that send a primal urge rushing through me—an urge I thought I’d buried long ago.
She hasn’t uttered a word, and I already want to put a baby in her.