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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)

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Mattia's story.Before they fell head-over-heels, the Valentino brothers ruled Chicago with iron wills and closed fists. Now, the men in their inner circle are taking the reins and taking the plunge into their own deliciously wicked happily-ever-afters. The streets of Chicago will run red as these bad boys set out to tame the curvy women fate has in store for them. And they'll take no prisoners along the way.

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Chapter One

Mattia

The only thing that irritates me more than getting blood on my hands is trying to wash it off. Crimson stains the porcelain bowl of the sink as it mixes with the hot water swirling down the drain.

The acrid stench of the bleach I poured into the sink to clean up the fucking mess assails me, covering the metallic scent of blood.

"Jesus," I mutter, my upper lip curled in disgust. Next time I decide to get up close and personal when I kill someone, I'll put my fucking gloves on first.

I intended to do that this time, but Enzo Abate decided cooperating was too difficult for him. Now, his blood is all over my hands, his screams still ring in my ears, and his body is sinking to the bottom of the river where it belongs.

It's a fitting end for the pezzo di merda.

His filthy hands won't ever try to touch what belongs to the Valentino family ever again. As the consiglieri to the family, my job is done.

For the moment.

Rafe Valentino is the Capo dei Capi, so peace never seems to last long. There's a new goddamn problem every day. Since he, Luca, and Gabriel took a step back from the family to focus on their own shit for a while, Coda Passero, Domani Brambilla, Diego Butera, and I have had our hands full. Everyone in the city keeps trying to test us.

And if what Enzo said is true…well, we've got a serious fucking problem heading our way.

Somewhere in this God-forsaken city, Rafe and his brothers have a little sister—the daughter Vincent Valentino abandoned before she was ever even born.

"What the fuck was he thinking?" I mutter to my reflection, my mind still reeling. I knew Vincent was a prick, but this is a whole new level of fucked up. Abandoning a principessa is unconscionable.

Rafe is going to lose his mind when he finds out. Hell, they all are, including Nico, the twin who never swore the oath.

If I don't find her before our enemies do… well, we'll plunge the city into war ourselves. And if Enzo knew about her, chances are, he's not the only one. Secrets don't stay that way for long in this fucking city. No matter how deep you sink the bones, they always come floating back up eventually.

The door to the bathroom creaks open.

I flick my gaze over my shoulder in the mirror, watching as Coda ducks inside, his green eyes seeking mine out in the reflective surface.

He strides toward me, moving like a shadow. Hell, he might as well be one. The man is massive, but he moves with deadly grace. No one sees him unless he intends to be seen.

"Did you confirm his story?" I ask, pouring more bleach into the sink.

He nods, his nose scrunching as the strong odor reaches him.

I replace the cap on the bottle, processing that simple bob of his head.

It changes everything. Literally everything.

Enzo wasn't lying.

The Valentinos have a sister.

Cazzo.

"Where is she?" I ask.

"Living with Brio Cascella," Coda says, his voice level, as if he knows I won't like the news.

He's right. I don't. I digest it in silence, eyes trained on the sink as the last few drops of Enzo's blood swirl down the drain, disappearing. I keep the water running, ensuring every last trace of him is washed clean.

The fucking cops have been trying to take our family down for a long goddamn time. It comes with the territory when you're the biggest crime family in Chicago. But it won't be minute traces of Enzo Abate that land me in cuffs. He isn't important enough to have earned that honor. When I fall, it'll take a hell of a lot more than a prick like him to topple me.

Brio Cascella could be that man. Four months ago, his father, Elio Cascella, died in his sleep after a long battle with kidney disease, leaving Brio in charge of the Cascella family.

Until now, he's been a minor thorn in our side.

The fact that Rafe's sister is with him is no minor issue. It's a major fucking problem.

"Are you sure it's her?" I growl, my blood pressure rising. Maybe Nico had the right idea when he walked away from all of this. Right now, it sounds a whole helluva lot more appealing than telling my best friend that his fucking father left a daughter behind. And that she's living with our enemy.

By choice or by force?

It's a good question.

"As sure as I can be without inviting a whole lot of questions you don't want answered at the moment." Coda eyes me levelly, making it clear he isn't on board with any of this shit. He wanted to tell Rafe as soon as Enzo started talking. But I know Rafe better than I know myself.

Rafe wouldn't stop to ask questions. He'd go in guns blazing.

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Irredeemable – Curvy Girl Mafia (Illicit Love #3) Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.ilovenovels.com/irredeemable-curvy-girl-mafia-illicit-love-3-read-online-nichole-rose Mon, 20 May 2024 22:10:22 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/irredeemable-curvy-girl-mafia-illicit-love-3-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Suspense, Virgin Authors: Nichole Rose Series: Illicit Love Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)

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Coda's story. Before they fell head-over-heels, the Valentino brothers ruled Chicago with iron wills and closed fists. Now, the men in their inner circle are taking the reins and taking the plunge into their own deliciously wicked happily-ever-afters. The streets of Chicago will run red as these bad boys set out to tame the curvy women fate has in store for them. And they'll take no prisoners along the way.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter One

Coda

Everyone says cops are observant, but it's a lie. No one watches more intently than a predator stalking prey. I know because it's what I do. It's why I'm here.

Everywhere I look, my eyes land on one of Chicago's finest. It's a goddamn sea of blue from one side of the ballroom to another. Quite frankly, it's enough to make my skin crawl.

I don't fit in. I don't belong. In this room, I'm the predator, here for one of their own. And they don't spare me more than a cursory glance as I skirt along the edges of the throng.

Like usual, they're fucking clueless.

Typical.

I keep my gaze fixated on the man of honor…biding my time. Hunting.

Miles Alessepo hasn't changed much in the last twenty-five years. His blond hair is shot through with gray, and fine lines crease his eyes now. He's older and harder, but he's still a stone-cold son of a bitch.

Icy anger slides through my veins at the sight of the smug smile stretched across his face. The prick has less business in this room than I do.

I know who and what I am. I've got enough blood on my hands to drown this city. But I've never pretended to be anything other than a hitman for the mafia.

I swore an oath to put La Cosa Nostra above all else. Alessepo, though? He swore to serve and protect.

He's a goddamn liar. The only one he serves is himself. The only things he protects are his secrets.

Twenty-five years ago, he murdered my parents in cold blood with his shiny fucking police badge glinting on his chest. I know because I was there, hiding in the closet…a terrified nine-year-old boy convinced I was going to die next. Had he known I was there, I probably would have.

He took everything from me—leaving me an orphan with no home, no family, and nowhere to turn except the streets. I spent years on my own—freezing, starving, and alone.

I survived by doing what I had to do. When Rafe Valentino's father—the head of the Valentino family at the time—caught me stealing from him, he could have turned me in or killed me. Any other capo would have.

He didn't.

He put a gun in my hand and told me where to aim it.

I was fifteen.

By the time he died four years later, I was already deep into the life. Anything to get me closer to destroying Alessepo. Swearing my allegiance to Rafe at nineteen was easy. At least he has a conscience. He has a soul.

His father? I'm not sure that motherfucker ever had one.

I'm not sure I do, either.

I've waited twenty-five years to destroy Alessepo, watching him slowly rise through the ranks. Waiting until he was perched as high on his pedestal as he could sit. He's officially there…perched so high everyone else looks like peons.

They actually made the motherfucker the Superintendent of Police. The last one—Alexander Santorum killed himself. Guess he didn't like kissing Rafe's ring once we learned about the evil deeds he did when no one was watching.

Alessepo is no better.

He was a fucking dirty cop twenty-five years ago, and he's dirty now.

Not for much longer.

My fingers itch with the urge to reach inside my jacket for my gun. But patience is the creed by which I operate. It's kept me alive since Alessepo destroyed my world.

The glint of the chandeliers casts a golden hue over the sea of dress blues, the opulence of the gala bleeding into every corner like spilled wine. Their chatter rolls over me like white noise as I navigate through the throng, each step measured, each breath controlled.

As I edge past a column near the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a curvy blonde in a red dress collides with me, her soft body crashing into my chest. I hook an arm around her waist to steady her before she lands on her ass. The heat of her bare skin sears me, turning my cock to stone.

She glances up at me, her pretty gray eyes full of shock, her sweet smile carving itself into my consciousness. She's a bright light cutting through the darkest parts of my heart.

For the first time in years, the damn thing jolts, rattling in my chest as if only just remembering it was made to beat.

Cazzo.

"Sorry," she breathes, a pretty pink blush staining her cheeks. Even flustered and unsteady in her ridiculously high stilettos, she's breathtaking.

A stray curl falls from her updo to brush against her bare neck. Wayward, untamable pieces frame her heart-shaped face, highlighting the blush on her cheeks. Her red ballgown dips between her full breasts and clings to her round, curvy body.

I've never seen a body so sweet. Or felt skin so soft. Every inch of her begs to be explored—the fullness of her breasts, the roundness of her waist, her thick thighs, and her plump ass. Every fucking inch makes my cock ache.

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Irrevocable (Illicit Love #2) Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.ilovenovels.com/irrevocable-illicit-love-2-read-online-nichole-rose Fri, 15 Mar 2024 06:57:10 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/irrevocable-illicit-love-2-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Authors: Nichole Rose Series: Illicit Love Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)

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Domani's Story. Before they fell head-over-heels, the Valentino brothers ruled Chicago with iron wills and closed fists. Now, the men in their inner circle are taking the reins and taking the plunge into their own deliciously wicked happily-ever-afters. The streets of Chicago will run red as these bad boys set out to tame the curvy women fate has in store for them. And they'll take no prisoners along the way.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter One

Domani

The most fucked-up nights of my life always begin the same way. Mattia Agostino, consigliere to the Valentino family, strolls in, hands in his pockets, leans against the doorframe, and says the same words.

I've got a job for you, Domani.

Once upon a time, I didn't ask many questions. It wasn't what the Valentino family paid me to do. That changed almost two years ago when the Valentino brothers—Rafe, Luca, and Gabriel—decided they were stepping back for a while, and we—Mattia, Diego Butera, Coda Passero, and I—were stepping up as the new faces of the family. It's been a fucking endless headache ever since.

But some things don't change. When Mattia says he has a job for me, I've inevitably got blood on my hands, or I'm getting stitched up by the time the sun rises.

I don't know which tonight has in store for me, but it's bound to be one or the other.

Frankly, it's a pain in my motherfucking ass. It's two in the morning. I could be sleeping right now.

But what's that saying?

Oh yeah. Life's a bitch, and then you die.

I knew what I was signing up for before I ever threw my lot in with Rafe when I was eighteen. I did what I had to do to ensure the man who raised me—my father—paid for his crimes. If my soul is black as a result, it's a small price to pay.

But if I die in Cillian Brennan's compound tonight, I'm going to be pissed about it. Being picked off by the Irish mobster and his family is not the way I want to go out.

I hoist myself over the back wall of his compound anyway, taking care not to rip my goddamn pants all to hell.

The back of his property is mired in shadow, not a single light burning in the rundown mansion. But thanks to the streetlights and the full moon, I see enough. Cars litter the backyard, some on blocks, some in various stages of being stripped. Entire patches of grass are MIA, leaving behind nothing but mudholes.

For a motherfucker worth his weight in gold, Cillian hasn't used a cent of it to restore this place since he set up shop in Chicago. It's a good front if he's trying to look like he isn't worth damn near as much as Rafe, the capo dei capi, I'll give him that. Unfortunately for him, no one who knows him buys it. The Irish mob has deep pockets, and Cillian is growing too powerful in this city.

It's bad for business. But we can't kill him outright. That'd spark a war we don't want. Instead, I'm bugging his fucking house. Cillian is as dirty as they come. He spends as much time fucking over his own people as he does expanding their operations. Once we get what we need, we'll pass it along and let his people handle him for us. The move is beneath us, but it's infinitely better than dragging the city back to the brink of war. We've been there far too often lately.

Granted, I have to make it into and out of this shithole first. But nothing ventured, nothing gained, and all that bullshit.

I push off from the wall, landing on my feet in the backyard. I crouch in the shadows, waiting for several long moments to see if the noise brings anyone out of the house. Nothing moves.

Huh. Interesting.

I check the gun strapped to the small of my back and the other hidden in the holster at my side and then double-check the knife in the sheath at my wrist. I've got another in a sheath at my ankle and another strapped to my thigh.

A motherfucker won't ever catch me unprepared. Been there, done that.

Satisfied that my shit is in order, I slip through the shadows, making my way closer to the house. I stop every few feet to reassess, making sure that no one has stepped out and that no one else is moving through the shadows. It takes all of ten minutes to make it to the back door. It's still dead silent inside and out.

I spot the camera aimed toward the door and quickly decide to find another route into the house. None of the windows downstairs are unlocked, and I can't risk breaking the fucking glass, but there's a window on the second floor around the side of the house that's thrown wide open.

Fuck my life. Looks like I'm climbing.

I wedge myself between a tree and the house, using both to help haul my big ass up toward the window. It doesn't take long to scale the tree, but I don't breathe the entire fucking time, worried that I'm going to place my foot wrong and go crashing down or draw attention from whoever might be in the room upstairs. There's a reason why men my size don't climb trees. When you're six-four and two hundred eighty pounds, climbing a goddamn tree isn't easy.

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Irresistible (Illicit Love #1) Read Online Nichole Rose http://www.ilovenovels.com/irresistible-illicit-love-1-read-online-nichole-rose Wed, 25 Oct 2023 18:31:47 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/irresistible-illicit-love-1-read-online-nichole-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Nichole Rose Series: Illicit Love Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)

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Diego's Story.

Before they fell head-over-heels, the Valentino brothers ruled Chicago with iron wills and closed fists. Now, the men in their inner circle are taking the reins and taking the plunge into their own deliciously wicked happily-ever-afters. The streets of Chicago will run red as these bad boys set out to tame the curvy women fate has in store for them. And they'll take no prisoners along the way.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter One

Diego

"You were supposed to get me off on all charges!" Sweat drips down Donato Burciaga's red face as he shouts loud enough for the entire building to hear. Apparently, he confused lawyer with miracle worker again. It's not the first time. The son of a bitch seems to think I'm God, capable of making every shred of evidence against him vanish into thin air.

Unfortunately for him, it doesn't work that way, even for a lawyer as good as me. Not when he's too stupid to cover his tracks, anyway. He left his fingerprints all over the crime scene, didn't wipe the cameras that put him there, and left his victim alive to tell the sordid tale when he was done.

Most of my clients are smart enough to clean up after themselves. It's part of the job when you're in the mafia. But Donato Burciaga is not one of the smart ones. The fact that he's yelling at me now is testament to that fact.

I may not be the worst thing that walks the streets of Chicago. That title is reserved for Rafe Valentino, the Capo dei Capi. But I have no illusions about where I'm headed when I die. The devil has a spot reserved for me.

I'm guessing the horned bastard probably put it right beside Valentino's sauna just to make sure eternity lasts as long as possible for both of us. The Capo dei Capi is my brother-in-law. He's also the man who murdered my biological father.

I spent most of my life hellbent on razing his empire to the ground…only to walk away from that plan a year ago. Right about the time it damn near cost my adopted sister, Amalia, her life.

Rafe helped me rescue her the night Tommaso Genovese found out she was the only remaining Cerrito heir and kidnapped her. We left a trail of bodies in our wake trying to bring her home. There's nothing like a murder spree to bring people together. The two of us aren't necessarily friends now, but we aren't enemies anymore, either. We're whatever you call two men willing to work together to keep a woman happy. He worships the ground my sister walks on. I owe her more than I can ever repay. It's an uneasy alliance, but it works for us.

"Are you listening to me?" Donato slams his hand down on the edge of my desk.

I flick my gaze to him, my temper rising. He's a piss-ant in this city. I'm a boot. I could squash him with a single phone call. He'd do well to remember it.

"Lower your fucking voice when you speak to me," I warn him.

"Fuck my voice!" he shouts, spittle flying from the corner of his thin lips. "I hired you to defend me, not send me to fucking prison, Butera. This plea deal is bullshit."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, reaching deep for a little patience. Getting blood out of carpet is a bitch. Been there, tried that. "This plea deal is your only hope of getting out of there in the next ten years, Donato. You left a witness alive to point the finger at you. What did you think was going to happen?"

"I thought the porca puttana was dead," he mutters sullenly.

"Yeah, well, he wasn't, so sign the goddamn agreement," I snap, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed. I hit him with a hard look, letting him know I'm done with his bullshit. "Or go to trial and spend the next thirty years in jail. Either way, you were too fucking stupid to make sure he wasn't breathing. You were also too stupid to wipe the cameras and clean up your prints. I'm a lawyer, not God. This is the best I can do when you left a treasure trove of evidence for the DA to choose from. You don't like the consequences? You should have taken the time to do the job right. This is your mess. The Capo expects you to deal with the consequences."

No one else is going to do it for him. We certainly aren't going to stick our necks out to save him from his own fuck up. There's only so much I can do, and I've given him all the help he's going to get from La Cosa Nostra on this one. We protect our own, but not when they put us all at risk. Donato should have been smarter, plain and simple.

His expression twists as he snatches up the pen setting atop the plea deal the ADA sent over. "Should have hired Lorenzo Bianchi," he mutters, inking the agreement hard enough to tear a small hole in the paper. "At least he knows how to talk to people."

"You mean he knows how to kiss your ass."

Donato shoots me a baleful glare but doesn't disagree. The story is always the same for motherfuckers like him. He thinks being Made makes him special. As if he's someone just because he took the oath and made a few bucks along the way. The only thing special about him is the fact that he's survived this long without a brain in his head.

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