Irresistible (Illicit Love #1) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: 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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"Mr. Butera. I don't recall having an appointment with you today."

"Hello, Athena," I purr, making no secret of the fact that I'm eyeing her up and down. Jesus. Who can blame me when she looks as good as she does? I lift her jacket, making sure everyone in the lobby sees it. All eyes are on us anyway. "I thought you might like this back. You left it at my place after our last…encounter."

Everyone goes silent.

"How kind of you." Her eyes shoot off sparks of fury. "Since you're here, maybe you can answer a few questions that we didn't cover at our last meeting at your law office."

She sashays her sweet ass toward me, plucking the jacket out of my hands as if she isn't bothered at all by my insinuation. She's good, I'll give her that. But her eyes let me know exactly how she feels. If we were alone right now, she might actually follow through on her threat to shoot me.

Goddamn, she's incredible. The FBI doesn't deserve her. They don't even know what to do with a woman like her.

"Did my information about Genovese not check out?" I ask. We both know she already looked into what I told her. I didn't kill Genovese's men. He did. He also started the conflict that ultimately cost his life.

"I have additional questions. Follow me." She takes off toward the elevators without another word.

I smirk, following behind her. My dick is rock hard as I watch the way her ass sways in her pants. One day very soon, I'm going to bend her over and eat both of her holes before I teach her how much she loves having my dick between her round cheeks.

She stabs the button to recall the elevator like it personally assaulted her.

"Someone's cranky," I whisper.

She responds with a death glare.

My smile grows.

The handful of agents in the lobby are still dead silent, watching the two of us. Not a single one of the motherfuckers offers to sit in on the meeting for her safety. To these people, I'm the next thing to a serial killer. Worse, perhaps. But not one of the assholes seems to give a flying fuck if Athena is alone with me.

No, they don't deserve her. They don't even know how to protect her properly.

The elevator finally descends to the lobby. Two agents step off. The eldest of the two—a bulky bastard with a square jaw and lines around his eyes—runs right into Athena, knocking her back a step. I recognize him on sight.

James Tackett, one of the first assholes they sent to try to convince me to talk. To pricks like him, the only good criminal is a dead criminal. He made no secret of the fact that he would have loved to put a bullet between my eyes if he could have found a reason. Funny thing about men like him…the same propensity for violence runs in his blood that runs in ours. The only difference is that we're honest about who we are. Men like him, the dirty cops who thrive on chaos and violence, hide behind a badge and pretend they're righteous.

He grunts, intending to step around Athena and continue on his merry way without so much as an apology.

Fuck that.

I step into his path, blocking him.

"Watch where you're going," I warn him.

Hard blue eyes snap up to mine. "Excuse me?"

"Mr. Butera."

"I said watch where you're going, Tackett. You walked right into her."

"She was blocking the elevator."

"Mr. Butera," Athena says again.

"So was I, yet you didn't plow into me. You plowed into her. So how about you at least pretend like you were taught manners and apologize?"

The stronzo shifts his gaze from me to Athena and then back to me. "My apologies," he practically spits.

"To her," I growl, spearing him with a contemptuous look. "You apologize to her."

"My apologies, White," he growls at her. "Now, can you get your fucking guard dog out of my way? Some of us have actual work to do."

"Sure." Athena smiles brightly. "Good luck with your actual work. I hope it's as easy for you as getting Mr. Butera here to come in and talk was for me. Honestly, I don't know why you guys acted like getting him to talk was so hard. He's been perfectly cooperative." She bats her lashes as Tackett's face falls into a mask of fury.

I laugh in his face, amused as hell. She doesn't need me to defend her. She's capable of doing it herself. That doesn't mean I won't put a motherfucker in his place for disrespecting her. No one treats her like this pezzo di merda just did and gets to walk away from it unscathed.

"That's because you aren't an ignorant prick like this motherfucker," I say just loud enough for him to hear.

"Fucking murderer," he mutters under his breath.


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