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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)

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Gio
After the attack on the Conti family, I went straight to work. We had a mission to bring down our enemy from the inside out, destroy everything they had, and watch their weak empire crumble. While bringing them to ruin, the last thing I expected was to find my weakness and source of strength wrapped up in one beautiful woman. She tried to get away, but there was one thing she would learn about the Barone men: there was nowhere to run from us. My little sweet cupcake was mine.

Patricia
Looking for help, all I found was trouble in the form of a six-foot-something, handsome devil who hated all things Moreno and wanted revenge for my father’s sins. I tried to run, but he wasn’t having it. Marriage or death were my only options. Could I be happy as the wife of the man who wanted to destroy my family? Or could I make my escape and get the freedom I crave?

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Chapter One

Gio

Click, click, motherfucking boom.

I hit the enter key, and Ernesto Moreno’s offshore bank account just transferred two million dollars into fourteen separate accounts and then spread out into twenty-eight others, multiplying like a virus for the next twenty minutes. The money is gone forever. Well, at least for him. In two hours, it will be available to a Russian asset who will empty the account and then reinvest with Landon Black Jr.

My phone rings as I pack up my things to head out to my next assignment. “Good morning, Mother.”

“Giovanni, are you being careful out there?” Her anxious voice hurts my chest a bit given the past week’s activities because she’s normally gritty and iron-willed.

“Always.”

“It’s just that you don’t like violence, and it’s dangerous right now,” she says. It amuses me that my mother is worried that I’m not packing heat, unlike most mothers who worry about their sons.

“Don’t worry. I’m not alone either. Is Father nearby?” I have a team of men who guard me like I’m a fucking prince instead of a specialized accountant for the Conti Mafia.

“Yes. Do you want to speak with him?” My father, although nearly retired, is the head of the Conti Family’s enforcement. He handles all the dirty work with the boss’s direction. Although most of the time, he’s good at running the show given his decades of enforcing.

“No. Just let him know I’m on to my next meeting and that I’ll stop by for lunch unless things get messy.”

“Understood. Be careful.”

“Always. I love you, Mama.” I end the call and send Matteo a message. Meeting complete. Meeting with Franklin next. Given our situation, we speak in code in case we have anyone monitoring us. We had a detective visit our homes, and we knew he was on the take—but not for us, so we have to be extra cautious.

It’s been three days since Moreno and his crew tried to wipe out everyone on my sister’s birthday. We fared way better than his people, thanks to my sister and her antics, but we need to seek retribution, so I’ve been working nonstop, dipping into their finances and draining their accounts with the help of my friends.

Now, it’s time to check in with some fucks who owe us money. I leave the internet hotspot and meet my small crew. The details of my operation are kept just between those who need to know, so I left my men outside while I worked. The less they know, the less they have to snitch. Not that I expect anything but their full loyalty. However, human nature and sin have a way of changing people. “Samson, we’re going to McIntyre’s.”

“Okay, Gio.” I climb in the back while Elio rides shotgun. The entire upper ranks of the family go around with a little more security these days, even though we wiped out a good deal of the Morenos. Still, while they’re licking their wounds and planning another attack, I’m certain my plan will put everything to rest.

The drive is a short one because the best way to hide your signal is to work in a crowded place, so I stayed in the heart of downtown Chicago before heading to North Franklin Street. The area is filled with medium-sized office buildings, but I’m only interested in one of them—where a certain slick fucking accountant better be sitting behind his desk waiting for me. He and I need to have a word or two. He’s supposedly been on vacation with his family for the last week, so I’ve kept my cool and waited, but today is payday, or some fingers are about to be broken.

Most of the time, I’m not like my family or like my boss and now brother-in-law, Matteo, but I have moments where the devil in me comes out, and that’s when you fuck with my money. That’s something I never play with, and if you dick around with the finances, I’ll have your head in a vise and will twist until it pops. It’s one of the few things in life I hate: liars, cheats, and thieves. Shamus McIntyre is proving to be all three.

“I’ll go in alone. Stay back in case the pussy decides to pop out one of the other exits. Understood?” I brought two other guys with me, which isn’t enough to cover the entire building, but McIntyre isn’t expecting me, so we’ll nab the prick if he wants to play games.

“Yes, Gio.” They nod and go to the other doors while I take the main entrance. After all, I have no intention of putting a bullet in McIntyre’s head today. No, that could wait for one of the guys to catch him driving in a bad neighborhood after stopping at the bank or something that would make him an easy target. Getting ugly in broad daylight isn’t something I like to do because my pretty face doesn’t need to be broadcast to the public.

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Total pages in book: 29
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Matteo

My first kill was for her.
From that day on, I knew I’d always protect my dangerous little viper. However, I didn’t understand how violently those protective instincts would change the day she turned sixteen. From then on, I protected not only her but our future. Vivian belonged to me and no one else. If you touched her, you’d pay.
I killed for her again, but it was one of my own this time.
And today, I crossed a line that solidified our fate and forced my hand, or so I made her believe. Sometimes, you have to subdue beautiful but deadly creatures.

Vivian
How can you love and hate the same man with the same breath? He’s powerful, handsome, dangerous, and evil. Everything women in our world crave. When I was young, I wanted to be just like him. Then, as I grew, I wanted to be just with him, but I’m not that girl. He sees me as a menace, underhanded, and a venomous animal. Not his future. Unfortunately, I forced his hand, intertwining our fates.
And to save face and to protect us, he’s doing the unthinkable — making me his wife.
I have to get away.

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Prologue

Matteo

“Don’t fucking speak.” She opens her mouth, letting out the slightest curse, and my hand pinches her mouth shut. “I said shut the fuck up, Viper.” What was she thinking? My chest pounds out of control.

My pulse doubled the second I felt her presence in the area. It’s normal when she’s around, there’s this feeling that’s grown over the past few months, shifted is more like it. After all, I’ve known Vivian her entire life. Still, the sight of her here sends my body into adrenaline overload.

It’s my fault for not keeping a better eye on her, and it won’t happen again. For all that Enrico is—our enforcer and much more—he sure as fuck dropped the ball when it came to his psycho princess. From the day she was born, they knew she was trouble, and since then, she hasn’t stopped being a menace. Sixteen years, and Vivian has only gotten smarter, slyer, tougher, and more enchanting.

“Stay close, and don’t move out of my protection,” I warn her.

She pins me with a deadly glare, but I’m not intimidated. This is no place for her to be tonight. We’re in the middle of a mob war with the Moreno Family. They want our area and are killing our people, stealing our shipments, and boldly threatening to kill our loved ones. We have no choice but to go bold.

Having Vivian here is the worst thing for us. If they get a hold of her, she could be used against us. Or worse, if something happens to her, I’ll show no mercy on every Moreno.

With my eyes locked on hers, I growl out, “Are you listening?” Her throat muscles move and her pulse increases before she finally gives me the slightest nod. I want to release her and replace my hand with my mouth, but that’s too damn wrong. Neither of us are ready for those repercussions.

“Vivian,” Enrico hisses behind me so low we can just hear him.

I released my hand from over her mouth, hoping she doesn’t go off the handle, but with her dad here to tame her ass, maybe she’ll behave for a minute and understand the consequences. “She fucking followed you,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Stay close to Matteo. Both of you need to be safe. You’re the next generation,” he reminds us. Damn right we are and one day we’ll be creating his grandbabies, so I need her safe and sound while trying to keeping my head in the game so I can stay alive long enough to do just that.

“Daddy, you need to be careful,” she pleads, her voice so tender and sweet. Something about it touches me in a way I hadn’t expected.

Fuck me; her worry hits me square in the chest, and that’s why she can’t be here. All of us will be worried about protecting her. Still, now isn’t the time to get sentimental. It’s time to get deadly.

We break off into groups. I keep Vivian close, but as I move to take out a round of guys, she dips off in another direction. Gunfire erupts and I’m fucking losing it, unable to find Vivian anywhere. I’ve dropped nearly a dozen guys, and she’s nowhere to be found. The next room is where there’s a hailstorm of gunfire, so I duck behind and go around back, and that’s when I see the horror.

I run back to find her too-careless ass and see my father clutching his arm and my woman having put one in the back of a Moreno hitman. She’s shaking with the gun in her hand. I’m almost to her when I see a fucker come out of the darkness behind her. I’m inches away with my gun out, and she freaks—like I’d ever harm her.

“I didn’t shoot your dad,” she squeals.

“Move,” I bark out. The bastard slices his knife in the air, swiping her skin as I let a bullet rip through the chamber that enters his head. He falls back and I rush to Vivian, whose eyes flutter and face pales. She’s going to start freaking out, so I cover her mouth and drag her to the side up against a stack of pallets where it’s safe for the moment.

When I see that she’s finally learned to be quiet, I pull my hand off her lips—soft, pouty lips that hate me with a new, profound disgust that she would love to tell me all about, but she knows I’m at my wit’s end.

I pull off my long-sleeved shirt and wrap it over her shoulder. “You shouldn’t have been here.”

“If I hadn’t…” I shake my head while pressing my shirt to her wound. Shit, it’s about a three-inch gash that’s about a eighth of an inch deep, but it’s bleeding pretty heavily.

I slam my eyes shut and then let them fly open to stare at my pain in the ass. “Yes, I know, Viper, but this is a war that’s not meant for little girls trying to be big boys.”

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Total pages in book: 30
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Enrico
She wasn’t supposed to be on my radar. Another woman who was caught up in the traffickers’ sights, but one look at January and I’d become as lost as Dario and Alessio before me. I had no choice but to hunt her down and make her mine, even if that meant doing some illegal things. Nothing new to me anyway.

January
The brute. I spotted him and knew he was trouble, but deep down, I hadn’t expected to crave his crazy. Trying to flee a dangerous situation, I jumped right into another. The brute had me captive, and I had no choice but to trust him because someone was after me. I desired his insanity even as I pushed him to get away. Should I flee and risk running into danger, or should I stay and endanger my heart and soul?

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Chapter One

Enrico

As much as I like June, I’ve been annoyed with Alessio’s lack of focus on delicate matters, and the fact that the boss hasn’t been much better has stressed me out as well. I’ve had to handle two issues this week that could have gone south if I’d waited for them to pull their heads out of their asses.

Women ruin your focus, and they could get us killed. Alessio and the boss are thinking with the wrong head. I wouldn’t be caught falling on my ass for a woman, but I’m not letting them go down, so I pick up the slack and follow their lead.

“Dario, there are two other tenants that live on the third floor, but they are an old couple in their seventies,” Alessio says as we prepare to visit Randall Johnson, who is May and June Beaman’s landlord. He’s shown May too much attention, and Dario doesn’t appreciate it. It’s that shit I find crazy, but whatever. If he considers it disrespect, then I’m there to make the fucker more respectful, even if that silences the bastard forever.

“Good. They won’t be a problem. I’m betting they’ll be asleep by the time we arrive.”

“Shit, they were probably asleep two hours ago,” I say, thinking about my nonno who would be out before the show he loved would come on. I had to record it so he didn’t miss it.

“Hey, don’t talk too much shit, Enrico. You’ll be old one day, napping at noon.”

“Fuck, I don’t mind napping. I just know my nonno was out on the recliner by seven every night.” I miss him. It’s been years since he some sick fuck killed him, but I remember all the good years I had with him.

“I get it.” Someone’s a little on edge over his woman. “Now, let’s move. I want this handled tonight because I have other plans.” Of course he does, and she’s the reason we’re here in the first place. I’m more anxious than edgy.

Dealing with Johnson will be nothing. Men like him are a dime a dozen, but I’m just ready to get this over with. There’s a strange tension in me. I can’t explain the feeling that’s been in my head all day, but it lingers there.

We hop into two blacked-out vehicles, turn off all tracking devices, as always, and make our approach to Jefferson Park. Once we reach her block, we dip off to a side street out of the way of prying eyes and into an alley. The street is quiet even though there’s a couple of crackheads buzzing about around the corner.

Still, we sneak in, popping the shitty lock to the side gate leading to the gangway and the back of the apartment building. The backyard is nothing but broken concrete with weeds coming up from under it with junk parts lying around. It’s clear the women don’t use the area for entertaining and probably aren’t even allowed back here.

A low growl emanates from each of us. Fuck—we need to maintain control before we draw attention to ourselves. Dario tosses us a warning look and then we slink in the back way, easily opening the door to the main floor.

The sound of the television plays as we move closer to his apartment door. I have the key that Luca made when we went spying earlier in the day. Skills, the man has them in spades, and he easily made a copy for us. Once we pop the door open, we’re met with a startled Johnson, nearly naked on a recliner.

“Who the fuck are you?” he shouts, jumping out of his chair.

Dario is silent, anger and tension just pouring from his body, because on Johnson’s fucking center monitor screen is May walking in just a towel. It must be from earlier in the day or a previous one because she’s at work right now. It doesn’t matter, because it shouldn’t fucking be there.

Still, it’s not the only fucked-up image in front of us. There are six screens full of different women, mostly May and June from the upstairs apartment, but several others I’m not familiar with. I can’t tell when the videos were filmed, but it doesn’t matter. Although, the videos aren’t the only offending content in sight.

The bastard also has photos blatantly posted on his wall; there are several on a peg board that catch my eye because of one female in particular is in every single one of them. Most of the time she’s with May and June.

My mouth waters, chest constricts while my blood boils. A new feeling washes over me as I realize who she must be. She must be January.

She’s in the apartment with the other two girls, smiling, her long, curly red hair loose with her hand pressed to her ample chest. There’s one photo that calls directly to me. It’s as if she poses for it, but we know these are stolen shots. She’s smiling for the unknown camera, giggling while wearing a green shirt that brings out her eyes.

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Total pages in book: 31
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Dario
She’s mine. I watch her work and want her to put everything down and come to me. May doesn’t belong in a place like this, working for my enemy. I’ll fix it and hand her everything she wants. Unfortunately, my sweet little waitress graduated with a degree in criminal justice. By all rights, we couldn’t be more wrong for each other, but I’m not letting that stop me.
May
I didn’t know who he was, but I knew he wasn’t a good guy. Every time he entered the diner, a shroud of darkness cloaked him. His persona screamed dangerous animal to anyone around and even sent customers running. I’m a good girl. My moral compass breaks the second he appears, and all the rule following and aspirations of being in law enforcement fly out the window. I just want to be his

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Chapter One

Dario

It’s early, nearly three in the morning, when I walk into Coleman’s Diner. I left everyone at the house except for one of my soldiers. I have no enemies here except Coleman, and I can smash his head in with my bare hands.

He might be in decent shape, but he’s a slouch whereas I take good care of my body, working out daily and taking on hand-to-hand combat with my men to perfect my skills. A part of me is itching for a fight with him, something to release this unexplained growing tension in me.

Coleman has been ducking my calls for the past week, something that wouldn’t be allowed, but I want my money, not bloodshed. At the very least, I’ll collect his property as my own and sell it. So tonight I wanted to take a late-night look at his place or soon to be my place, wondering if I’d catch the fucker off guard.

Unfortunately, it isn’t him that’s caught off guard.

I open the diner door to find the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my twenty-nine years of life. There are a handful of strippers in here after a long night working at the club down the street, but I’m not talking about them. They do nothing for me. No, my eyes are focused on the waitress in that stereotypical pink and black uniform that’s way too short.

She has my attention glued to her like a missile to a fucking honing beacon. A siren summoning me with her song. She’s in the middle of speaking to a customer when I enter. The door has a chime, causing her to look up and in my direction. Our eyes meet and the words on her tongue freeze.

We stay in that moment briefly until a laugh comes from the woman sitting at the table she is serving, getting her attention again, and I’m disappointed. Still, I observe her while making my way to the best spot in the diner, which is the farthest from the entrance.

The sexy waitress’s slender thighs are covered in nude stockings that do nothing to give her any modesty. If anything, she only looks hotter. Her calves are tight from having to walk in those heels all night. I want to run my hands up her legs, massaging them until she’s moaning my name and then I’ll go a little higher, watching her grow wilder as I approach that hot little center. Fuck, my dick needs to calm down. I have business to handle.

Taking a seat in the corner of the diner with my back toward the wall away from all windows and doors, I wait for her to approach. She looks exhausted, as if she’s been on her feet all night long.

My eyes slowly slide over her body without lingering, but my main focus is that ring finger. It’s bare without a hint of a tan line.

Good.

It will make it a lot easier to get her to submit. Because I understood at that moment what several others had learned before me. The right woman will make me even more powerful. I have found my woman. Suddenly, the unknown tension has an answer and a solution, and she’s coming this way.

“Hello, I’m May. Here is our menu.” She hands it to me, but I set it on the table without taking my eyes off her because I have no interest in the slop they serve here. My purpose had been to confront Coleman, but now, May had intrigued me in a way that changed my entire mood.

Confused by my actions or my bold staring, she stammers as she asks, “Is there something I can get you to drink?”

“Si, amore, I would like just a coffee.” She smiles nervously, displaying her bright white teeth over her glossy lips. Her pale cheeks stain pink, blushing softly at the endearment as she picks up the menu.

“Okay,” she stammers, biting down on her bottom lip before darting off.

Her long, light brown ponytail swings as she rushes off, and I immediately think about gripping it as I slide into her pussy from behind. A behind that looks juicy and round in that compact, little uniform.

My slacks are growing tighter as I stare at her, so I must gain control of myself.

Again, I need to calm my ass down and remember that I have to stay sharp. If Coleman comes in now, I want to have the upper hand and not be completely distracted by the sexy little thing in the ugly uniform.

A message comes in from my soldier, Luca. Coleman pulled in, saw your car, and took off again.

I’ll be leaving shortly. Stay put. He might come back.

May returns to my table with the mediocre coffee and sets it in front of me. Even the smell insults me. Coleman couldn’t invest in quality grounds for his customers and I wonder if the rubbish was left on the burner longer than it was supposed to be.

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Juniper wasn’t the right fit for the job, but it didn’t matter to him. She’d be the perfect fit for him. As the Underboss of the Conti Family, Alessio D’Amato hadn’t planned on finding anyone. Still, a simple, inane task led him to the woman he wanted more than he anticipated.

There were just a couple of problems. He wasn't a good guy, and worst of all, she didn’t see him as the guy for her. June had eyes for someone else.

From the first encounter with Alessio, I felt the heat between us. Unfortunately, I was just the help. He’s hot and cold, I couldn’t figure the man out, but when I did the gloves were off. Then he got the wrong idea, and I couldn’t correct him.

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Chapter One

Alessio

I pull up to the temp agency early on a Tuesday morning full of annoyance and ready to return to my normal tasks, which doesn’t involve household chores. However, Dario needs me to handle the staffing after the last fuckup led to a young maid trying to seduce him.

It was a poor attempt at seduction that resulted in a quick firing, so it made him wary of hiring and needs me to take the reins. He doesn’t want a spy or a whore working for him, and it’s my job to make sure the agency gives us the right person.

I asked him why we didn’t just go with a maid service, but they ask too many questions and they have too many people coming in and out without reliable background checks. In our line of work, we need to be sure who we have working around us at all times. With a mansion as large as his, he needs a full staff, and that includes a maid—a well-vetted one.

It’s a headache, but I’m here to do Dario’s bidding as his underboss and cousin. It feels like a task that’s beneath me, although technically, it’s for the best for all of us to have trusted employees that handle the cleaning. A snitch could land us dead or behind bars.

I’m about to get out of the vehicle when a CTA bus pulls up across the street, and I’m frozen to my seat by the sweet thing that exits.

She pops off the bus in a light, summery white and blue sundress with a matching dark blue blazer that’s open and only covering her slender arms. Her ample breasts aren’t hidden from my gaze as she bounds across the road with her tits bouncing. Those round curves slightly peek out from the top of the dress.

My mouth salivates like never before, and I want to follow her wherever she goes but I don’t have the damn time. It’s bullshit.

She’s about ten feet in front of my vehicle, right where I’m headed. Holy hell—please tell me she’s looking for a position. She takes a deep, calming breath before opening the door to the agency and stepping inside.

Immediately I’m on the phone to the director, informing her that I’ll be just a few more moments. Frankly, I can’t exit the vehicle in my current state. Trying to relax and calm my arousal, I remember my priorities and step out of my vehicle, adjusting my dark blue suit that hides my now semi-hard cock.

Sliding on my sunglasses, I inform Michael, my driver, to wait here. “I shouldn’t be too long.”

Entering the office, all eyes are on me and I survey the area for danger. It’s benign, so I move to the desk. With years of experience, I don’t let on that I spot the girl from the bus in the one seat away from a group of men. Good girl. She nervously looks my way, but then quickly looks down. Too late, beautiful. When I turn toward the desk, I catch her head lift back up. Interesting.

“May I help you, sir?” the receptionist asks, smiling as she stares a little too long at my throat.

“Hello, I am Mr. D’Amato,” I inform her.

“Yes, Ms. Walker is expecting you, sir.” She dials her boss’s number, and after a brief call, she gives me her attention again. “She’ll be out in a moment. Would you care for something to drink?”

“No, thank you.” I turn and lean on her desk, pretending to aimlessly look around the room. My little stalker isn’t quick enough to turn away so I train my gaze on her, but she focuses on the hem of her skirt.

Smirking, I wonder if she’s interested or just curious. Then I remember she’s alone in a room full of mostly men, abrasive-looking fuckers too, and safety dictates she protect herself by hiding herself. Damn it. I’m not trying to scare the girl. She should never fear me unless she wants to end up over my knee, getting a nice spanking. I’m not sure where the fuck that came from, but I’m grateful that my suit covers my cock. Hopefully, no one pays too much attention to my pants.

The door opens to the side of the receptionist’s desk, and an older woman steps out. “Sir, I’m Ms. Walker. I’m sorry about the wait.” She smiles politely.

“That is no problem,” I say, even though I’m the one who was late.

“Please join me in my office.”

I hold the door open for her and wait until we’re inside before I close the door and say, “I’d like to ask if you had any candidates in mind for the posting.”

She takes a seat behind her desk while offering me the one in front of it. “Well, Mr. Conti was clear that you would be the one to say what was acceptable and what wasn’t. Although he did mention that selecting a young woman was off the table. Also, he was adamant that those with other obligations, like children and husbands, were not acceptable as well.”

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