/1/119585/coverbig.jpg?v=904f27186b9860f372f377d630b4046c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
York Famiglia offered me a dangerous deal: cure the ruthles
who hid micro-explosives in their breast implants. Now, he violently att
al curves were entirely real, disaster struck. Camilla, a viciou
silicone whore
ake photos onto the table, rallying the enti
shrieking that she would slice my chest open
ct of the Don's lethal paranoia returning. Would he believe the digital lies and
mly stepped forward and loo
revealing the permanent, dark bite mark the Don had just left on my bare s
pte
ntin
of a surgical, marmoreal perfection, the Matriarch of the New York Famiglia pressed a hand, cold from
cured by coin and the Salvatore name, in exchange for a single nig
f apprehension that had formed in m
e grand hall sat Lor
spered in two dif
legitimate billionaire w
utioner who controlled the New York Famig
uttoned leather that was less a pi
d shoulders, a tailored armor that did little to
eld a stillness that was not peace,
s whispered about the Don'
ves had been rival assassins
yndicate legend, a story told in hushed tones and
r skin. One had triggered hers with a bite; the other had used a subcutaneous timer. Both died in his bed, thei
and left Enzo with a violent, paranoid phob
alady, the syndicate kept parading the
diff
made me an outcast among these other wom
t clung to the swell of my breasts and the br
streets, and conquering the Don w
e Select
ed forward
waving a dismissive hand, signal
s my
ing with a natural weight tha
right in f
ot even li
arble floor and fl
dered, his voice a low, gravelly
my arms and dragged me roug
ut their grip
stood near the
ous daughter of
d her chest sat high and rigid ben
riends to laugh. "Did you truly believe the Don would s
her face, a sharp voi
len
the Matriarch,
la up and down w
r gaze, sharp and
slope of my waist and th
he Matriarch ord
ed my arms
y wrist and pulled me i
e heavy oak d
body as a stockman might a prize mare. "No si
," I told her, m
binet of dark mahogany. "He needs an authentic woman to fracture the
he fabric in
a maid
tight and cut t
for me now. Take his morning espresso to his maste
p dress and pulled the
my waist, pushing my br
a steaming cup of espresso
tside Enzo's heavily
," I told them, my voi
weapons and opened t
pped
with the scent of expensive cologne
y the window
l cartography of jagged scars,
ilver tray
he metal made
ray eyes lo
iltered hunger flash across his fa
a step t
athing
ure fractured as if
flickering behind his eyes-t
d, his pupils dilating in sheer terror to swallow th
o hard a muscle ti
t!" he
d swiped his massive
ray flew acr
ered against the wall,
the air he inhaled had turned to grit, forcing him to gasp with an
rble, pinning me to the spot. I forced my gaze past the spatter of coffee to fix
l you myself!" he shouted, pointing toward t
letting my hips sway with a sw
back as the steel door was violently closed, the vibr
not te
hot in my veins, a heat that
ke him beg for it. And when I did, the entire New York Fam
/1/119585/coverbig.jpg?v=904f27186b9860f372f377d630b4046c&imageMogr2/format/webp)