Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Aunt Guilia smiled knowingly and chuckled. “I can understand that. Just so long as you bring them next time, and I expect it to be within the next year, not the next decade, il giovanotto.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Mamma!” Gabbi called out. “The sauce is bubbling!”
Aunt Guilia jumped and spun around, hurrying off to deal with whatever problem had arisen.
I let the crowd have Gianna for another five minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer. Threading my way through the room, I took her hand as soon as I could reach it.
“It’s time to go, mia dolce.”
“But—”
I growled as I bent my head so she was the only one who heard me speak. “Unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and march up the stairs—in which case, everyone will know exactly what we’ll be doing—I suggest you say goodbye and get moving toward that door over there.”
She glanced in the direction I indicated, then dropped her head back to meet my gaze again. I fucking loved how tiny she was compared to me. Yet, she could give as good as she got when things got rough in the bedroom. My sweet girl was a wild cat between the sheets. And my attraction to her had only increased in the years we’d been together.
“What’s out there?” she asked.
“A golf cart that will take us to the guest house.”
“The guest house?”
I knew she’d assumed we’d be staying in the mansion and had decided to keep our little retreat a surprise.
“All alone in the woods…with no one but me to hear you scream.”
Gianna licked her lips, and her hard little nipples brushed my arm as she pivoted and began saying quick goodbyes, with fake yawns when someone questioned why we were leaving so soon.
Damn she was cute. And sexy as fuck.
I watched her hips sway and willed my dick to go down so I didn’t have a tent in my pants as I followed her across the room. When she reached the door we would use to leave, she opened it, then looked back at me and winked.
“Hurry it up, husband. I want to go for a ride.”
My eyes heated, and I quickly pushed her out the door, slamming it behind me. “You’re playing with fire, belissima,” I growled, dragging her toward the golf cart. “If you keep this up, we won’t make it to the cottage before I have you bouncing on my cock.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat, Nic?” she asked breathily. “Or a promise?”
“Both,” I grunted with a wicked grin.
Later, after I’d fucked her on the cart, in the front room of the cottage, and twice in bed, I stared down at my sleeping wife. I was still in awe that this angel belonged to me. My soul was as black as they came, but without her, I wouldn’t have one at all.
The Mob Princess’s Enemy
An Italian mafia enforcer falls for the Irish mob princess.
Brandon DeLuca’s relentless pursuit of Carly O’Reilly after she fled New York wasn’t really due to the orders of his mafia boss cousin. Being part of rival families wasn’t enough to stop the passion between him and the feisty redhead.
Carly was his, and Brandon was done trying to pretend otherwise. Now that he had admitted the truth to himself, Brandon just needed to convince Carly to put her life in his hands—and her body in his bed.
Prologue
BRANDON
Isat in my car and stared at the quiet, unassuming house across the little residential street. It was dark, the inhabitants out for the night or already in bed. I happened to know it was the latter. After a couple of months of searching, I’d finally caught up to my target and I wasn’t about to let her get away again.
Still, I continued to sit there and watch, taking no action. I told myself I was simply being cautious; I didn’t need any more trouble. But Nic had asked me to keep her safe. I was obligated. It was my job. It was complete and utter bullshit, that’s what it was.
The phone I was holding up to my ear began ringing, and I waited until the recipient picked up.
“Brandon?” Nic answered, his question implied.
“I found her.”
“Great. I’ll send—”
“No!” I snapped, cutting him off and shocking the fuck out of myself. “She’s mine.”
Chapter One
BRANDON
My best friend and cousin Nic, who also happened to be the new head of The DeLuca Crime Family, was silent for a moment. Just the thought that he might disagree with me had possessive fury bubbling to the surface.
“Your call,” he said with an odd inflection in his voice. Relief flowed through me until I realized ... he sounded weird because he was trying not to laugh.
“What the fuck, Nic?” I growled.
The laughter burst free, and I heard a female voice admonishing him. Thank you, Anna, I thought, figuring it was his new bride. He said something back, but it was muffled, his hand clearly over the receiver. She yelped and he laughed harder. I mentally banged my head against the steering wheel. I didn’t want to know.