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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)

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My enemies tried to take her from me. They won’t live long enough to regret it.

I’ll do anything to keep Evelyn, and nothing will separate us: not my enemies, and not her stubborn will.

I’ll kill any man who threatens her.

I’ll keep her so drunk on pleasure that she’ll be addicted to my touch.

She says she wants to go back home to America, but her home is with me now.

She will learn to love the gilded cage I’ll build for her, and she’ll be just as desperate for me as I am for her.

Evelyn doesn’t have a choice: she belongs to me, now and forever.

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Chapter 1

Massimo

My head swam, and the world blurred around me. A car horn blared in an incessant, unending wail. The grating sound dragged me back to full consciousness. For a moment, I was completely disoriented, the throbbing pain on my brow commanding my full attention and muddling my mind.

Then I heard her scream my name, and fear I’d never known before punched me, knocking the air from my lungs. Adrenaline surged, and the world sharpened with crystal clarity.

I was alone in the wrecked SUV. To my right, the deployed airbag obscured the view out of the shattered window, but I could make out the grill of the white van that’d smashed into us. I’d been knocked unconscious at the impact. How long had I been out?

And where was Evelyn?

The door to my left was open, and she was no longer cuddled up against my side.

“Massimo!”

Panic clawed at me, shredding rational thought and reducing me to my most primal, savage instincts.

I launched myself from the ruined SUV, stumbling slightly as the ground seemed to lurch beneath me. I willed the dizziness to subside and barreled on, desperate to get to her.

The SUV was a smoking scrap heap, and I dimly noted that the two men in the front seats were bloody and unmoving; I was alone, without backup. And that vehicle wouldn’t be getting us out of here anytime soon.

Even as part of my brain reasoned through our dire circumstances—planning our way out of this nightmare scenario—my thoughts were consumed with fear for Evelyn: my fragile little butterfly.

She wasn’t screaming anymore. I couldn’t hear her.

I rounded the ruined SUV and the smashed-up white van that’d collided with us to set this ambush. Another white van was parked behind it, perpendicular to the flow of traffic to blockade their assault. I caught a flash of her platinum hair just as the side door began to slide closed.

I threw myself into the van, ignoring the jarring pain as the door slammed into my side.

They weren’t fucking taking her away from me. They would die for trying.

Evelyn was mine.

My knife was in my hand, slashing at my enemies. One of them started to pull a gun on me, but the van was too small, and I was too close. My blade embedded itself in his skull, cutting into his brain. His eye was plucked from its socket as I wrenched the weapon free and turned to the other bastard who’d dared to touch her. His throat opened with one smooth swipe of my knife.

A sharp curse from the driver’s seat called my attention to the last man. That was his final word before I reached around the seat and slammed my blade into his heart, twisting to shred the vital organ. He slumped onto the steering wheel, and another horn blared incessantly, creating a cacophony of violent music.

I turned my attention to Evelyn, my heart in my throat. She lay sprawled out on the metal floor of the van, her shining hair creating a halo around her lovely face. Her delicate features were slack, and she was far too still.

“Evelyn!” I rasped her name and gathered her up in my arms, testing the pulse at her throat.

Her heartbeat was steady and strong. At my touch, her long lashes fluttered, and her peridot eyes pierced my chest like an arrow. They were glassy with pain, but she focused on me.

“Massimo,” she whispered, her slender fingers twining in my shirt to clutch at me.

Alive. Evelyn was alive, warm and vital in my arms.

But not safe. Not yet.

I had to get her back to Duarte’s building, behind the bulletproof glass and small army of men who guarded his personal urban fortress.

“You’re okay, farfallina,” I promised, forcing the words through my constricted throat. “I’ve got you.”

I didn’t want to release her, but I arranged her shaking body on one of the bench seats in the back of the van and buckled her in. She’d be more secure back here, away from the front windows, even if I would prefer to keep her in my line of sight.

As it was, I didn’t have anyone to drive us away from this mess. I shoved the two dead men out of the side door so that the sight of their bodies wouldn’t distress her. Then I heaved the third body out of the driver’s seat and took his place. Tires squealed as I slammed my foot down on the accelerator, getting us the fuck out of there. I tore through the city streets, mounting the sidewalk to get around the worst of the traffic. I shot a desperate glance at Evelyn in the rearview mirror.

Her eyes were closed, her cheeks far too pale.

“Keep your eyes open,” I barked, terror still riding me hard and roughening my tone. I didn’t want her passing out on me again. I had to get her to Duarte’s private physician so that he could assess her injuries.

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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)

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I almost lost her. She was targeted because I dragged her into my criminal underworld and refused to let her go.

But nothing will separate me from the woman I love, and by some miracle, she refuses to be parted from me too.

Dangers from my past pose a lingering threat, and her abusive fiancé wants her back.

No one will take her from me. I will kill every man who tries.

She’s already addicted to my touch, and I know she feels affection for me.

Evelyn will learn to love me as deeply as I love her. She doesn’t have a choice.

I am her future. Her family. Her everything.

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Chapter 1

Massimo

Gunfire popped around me in a deafening, staccato beat. Carmen was shouting something at me, but I couldn’t focus on the words. All I could see was the blood staining Evelyn’s gold dress, blooming on the pale fabric like a gory rose.

For a moment, my mother’s frail, broken body shimmered before me, layering over the waking nightmare. Her blood had spilled over her sunshine yellow dress, and her caramel eyes had been wide with horror as the light faded from them.

My violent impulses had led to her death—if I hadn’t tried to join the gang, the boys wouldn’t have been provoked into terrorizing my parents.

Now, my fragile little butterfly was bleeding out in my arms. Because I’d trapped her in my violent world and refused to let her go. She’d told me so many times that she wanted to return to the safety of her mundane life in Albuquerque. But I’d selfishly kept her against her will and coerced her into staying, manipulating her with ruthless pleasure.

“Evelyn…” I murmured her name over and over again, but her eyes remained closed, her face disturbingly serene. The beautiful pink flush that I loved so much had drained from her pale cheeks, her light dusting of freckles standing out in sharp relief against her porcelain complexion.

The gunfire slowed, the shots becoming more infrequent. Whoever had been firing an automatic weapon from the ground floor of Stefano’s club must’ve run out of ammo or been killed. His men were still shooting from the mezzanine level, mowing down whoever was left from the assault team. Los Zetas had been fools to think they could take on Stefano Duarte in his own home, no matter how brutal their tactics.

Panicked shouts sounded from below, rapid fire Spanish curses and shouts to retreat.

“I want at least one of them alive,” Carmen barked, the cold cartel queen thirsty for vengeance. Stefano was at her side, both of them hovering near us. He caged his wife in a protective embrace. His body shielded hers, the gun in his hand held as naturally as an extension of his arm.

“Call the doctor!” she instructed him. “Evelyn was hit.”

My heart twisted at the panic-stricken words. The woman I loved had been shot. Her breaths were shallow, the pulse at her throat weak and sluggish.

I loved Evelyn. I loved her, and now she might die.

Everyone I’d ever loved had been murdered. Because of me.

The fight was over, but the ruined club hadn’t gone quiet. A car horn blared from downstairs; Los Zetas had rammed their way through the entrance with an armored SUV, and the wrecked vehicle wailed in protest. Glass crunched beneath the quick footsteps of Stefano’s guests as they scrambled to capture their wounded enemies before they could flee. And the deep pulse of the club music still thrummed through the darkened space. Golden lights flashed over the blood-splattered dancefloor, a macabre celebration of violence.

The thin, darkhaired man I recognized as Stefano’s private physician appeared at my side, his black brows drawn low over his round glasses. “Let me see her.”

It took all of my willpower to unlock my arms and lay her down on the floor so that the doctor could inspect her wound. He went to work, cutting her silky dress to reveal the wound at her side. The sight of her blood turned my stomach, and I swallowed down the bile that burned the back of my throat.

“Will she make it?” My question was little more than a strangled rasp.

“I’ll do what I can for her,” the doctor replied, calm and clinical.

“Save her,” I demanded, a savage snarl.

He would die if he failed.

He didn’t glance at me; he simply continued to treat her wound. “If you want to distract me with threats, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

I growled a wordless refusal. I wouldn’t leave her side for any reason. I wasn’t going anywhere until my broken little butterfly opened her eyes and looked at me with complete devotion. She would promise me that she belonged to me, and she would never leave me.

The thought tormented me. She’d been shot because of her proximity to me. I should let her go, send her back to her safe life in America.

I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to bear it. The prospect of being separated from her made my stomach twist into knots.

If Evelyn survived, I would do anything to ensure her safety, even if that meant letting her go.

Chapter 2

Evelyn

Idrifted in a cottony haze, vacillating between dull pain and weightless bliss. Every time the pain began to crest, warmth suffused my system, cocooning me in peace. Silver eyes filled my dreams, watching over me. Massimo’s deep voice rumbled through my disjointed thoughts, soothing me in low, steady streams of Italian. I couldn’t understand the words, but the cadence comforted me. His big hand was warm on mine, tethering me to him.

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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)

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He kidnapped me for revenge. Now I’m the object of the ruthless mafia prince’s obsession…Massimo came to kill my fiancé, but he found me instead.I’m his hostage, kidnapped and kept as bait.The beautiful monster says I’m the key to getting everything he’s ever money, power, revenge.He tells me that my fiancé is cruel and corrupt, and a small voice in the back of my head whispers that it’s true. No matter how fiercely I want to deny it.When I try to fight for my freedom, Massimo ruthlessly subdues me.His possessiveness terrifies me.And his wicked demands set my body on fire.He kidnapped me to exact his vengeance, but now he has a new me.

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Chapter 1

Evelyn

The thick cloth gag between my teeth trapped my tongue, smothering my pleas for mercy. My breath stuttered, and my chest heaved on short, shallow gasps. I jerked against the restraints that bound my wrists and ankles. Zip ties dug into my flesh, the unyielding bonds tearing my skin as I struggled for freedom. At some point, my relentless screams had broken down into ragged shouts, my ravaged throat becoming raw and hoarse.

I had no idea how much time had passed since I’d been taken. All I remembered were the strong arms that’d grabbed me from behind and the acrid smell of the cloth that’d been shoved over my nose and mouth. I’d been leaving work, following the familiar path from the university back to my apartment. Then everything had dissolved into darkness.

It was still dark; no light slipped through the blindfold that was knotted tightly enough to make my head ache. The damp concrete floor was cool beneath my cheek, but the chilly sensation did nothing to soothe the pounding in my brain.

I couldn’t see, couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The sense of complete helplessness crushed my chest like a lead weight, preventing my lungs from fully expanding. Razor sharp fear clawed at my mind, shredding my thoughts.

“Shut up!” The man’s frustrated bark hit me at the same time his boot slammed into my stomach.

My insides writhed in agony, and my shouts were silenced as I choked for air.

“Don’t kill her,” another man warned. “We need her as a hostage.”

The first man had yelled at me in English, but the second man spoke Spanish. They had to be aware I was American, even though I’d done my best to acclimate to life in Mexico City and was fluent in Spanish. The prospect that they knew I was an expat chilled my blood. And they’d mentioned keeping me as a hostage. How much did these men know about me?

I feared I already knew why they’d abducted me, but my brain refused to fully acknowledge the horror of my situation; I was too absorbed in processing the pain of the brutal kick to the gut.

They continued to discuss me in their native language. “Crawford will come for her. Then we can kill them both.”

A strangled sound caught in my throat. I couldn’t have begged for George’s life even if I wanted to. Crawford. They were talking about my fiancé. George was a DEA agent. We’d moved to Mexico City for his job. If these men wanted to get to him, then they must be affiliated with one of the cartels he fought against on a daily basis.

“No reason I can’t have a little fun before he gets here.” Rough hands grabbed me, groping at my chest.

Horror twisted my stomach. I tried to shriek, but I managed little more than a pained wheeze. My insides were still on fire, and my diaphragm wouldn’t expand to draw in a full breath.

I thrashed, the cable ties ripping at the skin around my wrists and ankles. The man’s breath was hot and putrid on my cheek. Acting on instinct, I slammed my head in his direction. Pain lanced my skull at the impact, and a flash of bright light flickered over my dark world as my head spun.

The man’s sickening heat receded, and his string of curses boomed through the cramped space where they were holding me captive.

“What the fuck are you doing?” A new, deep voice cracked across my flickering consciousness. “Who is she?”

There was something odd about his accented Spanish, but my mind was spinning too fast to contemplate it.

“She’s George Crawford’s fiancée.” Someone spat on the concrete. “He’ll come for her, and we’ll kill that motherfucker.”

Cold flashed over me at the threat to George’s life, and my struggles became more frantic. I didn’t notice the blood that welled around my restraints, coating my palms in warmth. I tried to beg for his life, to rail at these monsters that I wouldn’t let them use me against my fiancé.

“She broke my fucking nose.” I recognized the voice of the man who’d groped me, but it was slightly more nasal now. “She’ll pay for that.”

Pain exploded through my head, and a wave of nausea crashed over me. A furious roar resounded through the cramped space, the primal sound all that tethered me to reality as my consciousness wavered.

Chapter 2

Massimo

Acting without thinking, I grabbed the motherfucker who’d kicked a defenseless woman and slammed him back against the wall. His head made a satisfying crack against the concrete blocks, and his dark eyes slid out of focus. My knife was at his throat in a heartbeat, drawn from the sheath at my side in one lighting fast, practiced sweep.

“Let him go!” his friend shouted at me in Spanish. It wasn’t my native language, but I’d made sure to learn it before traveling here from Italy.

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