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Fiero
I’m finally where I deserve to be: Don of the Bellucci mafia family and free of the monster who raised me. They call me the Devil for a reason. I’ve avenged every person who’s ever wronged me, except for one: Pfeiffer McAllister.
Fifteen years after she broke me, her uncle’s debt lands her in my club. I vow to make her remember exactly who I am, and to ruin her the way she ruined me.
But revenge becomes dangerous when obsession takes its place. And the more she trembles beneath my fingers, the more I realize I don’t want her begging for freedom.
I want her begging to stay.
Pfeiffer
One month working for the masked owner of New York’s most exclusive club, and the debt disappears. Simple. Until the mask falls, revealing Fiero Bellucci, the quiet boy my uncle forced me to torment when we were children.
He’s grown into something terrifying—a beautiful monster wrapped in bloodshed and Brioni, determined to ruin me for every scar I inflicted.
But somewhere between his cruelty and possessiveness, I stop wanting to escape. Because the most frightening thing about Fiero Bellucci isn’t that he wants to destroy me.
It’s that I think I’d let him.
I know only one way to acknowledge the anniversary of my mama’s death – by drinking away the memories in a back street bar. But there’s nothing like waking up to the news I’m to marry the don of New York’s biggest mafia family to induce the hangover from hell.
My husband-to-be is a monster, but marrying him is the only way to save our family. I expect my fiancé to be disinterested in me, and he is. What I don’t expect is… his brother.
Cristiano Di Santo is intense, unfairly handsome, and has a tendency to shoot people’s hands off if they don’t do as he demands. He’s also charged with protecting me. If that means crippling any man who looks my way, and carrying me upside down out of parties, his performance is exemplary. If it means not watching me when I shower, and not holding me through my nightmares… not so much.
It takes me just six weeks to realize I’m falling for the wrong brother, and with my wedding day around the corner, my heart isn’t all I want to give him.
Hate is too small a word for the way I feel about Benito Bernadi, the Di Santo’s consigliere. If Benito hadn’t ruined the Falconi family two years ago, they wouldn’t have dragged their son – my best friend – across 50 States, and I wouldn’t have given Federico my V card as a parting gift.
My sister’s marriage to the don of the Di Santo mafia family makes it hard to avoid Benito’s rock solid presence and smoldering glares. But when he goes and takes the office above my dance studio, escaping him is impossible.
He knows just how to get under my skin and he’ll stop at nothing to do so. Shooting my stalker in the head? Tick. Treating me like I belong to him? Tick. Flashing his inked chest and corded biceps when he thinks I’m not looking? Tick, tick, tick.
Just when my head has been emptied of sharp put-downs, and filled with the feel of Benito’s rough hands on my thighs and searing lips on my throat, Federico Falconi comes home.And he’s no longer a scorned boy. He’s a man with a chip on his shoulder, a loaded gun in his waistband and a thirst for revenge.
And he’s going to make me choose.
Watching my sister marry her soulmate should have been the happiest day of my life, but instead, it was the day my life ended.
The handsome hotel guest who caught me from falling, listened to my dreams and spun me into a web with his rough thumb and whispered words, is not the innocent man I thought he was. He is someone else entirely.
And as it turns out, he never wanted me—he wanted Boston. So he and my brother-in-law made a deal: Boston's underworld for my hand in marriage.
Now I'm engaged to a man I don't know, whose icy gaze can freeze the warmest of hearts, and whose roared threats can make the most fearsome bow down. When he finally sees me as more than a piece of collateral, cold screams in the dead of night turn to heated gasps in dark doorways.
But scars run deep beneath the Band-Aid. Will our marriage of convenience remain just that? Or will his persistence peel away my protective layers, allowing me to finally live my truth?
Being the youngest of four sisters, I’m the one who remembers our beautiful Mama the least. And the only one who has to face the painful reality that Papa has moved on. I’m also the only sister who has to share a roof with the devastatingly handsome but chillingly arrogant capo, Nicolò Di Santo—my new stepbrother.
While I can’t help but watch every enchanting move he makes, he doesn’t even know I exist. In another life, he’d be the man of my dreams, but in this one, he’s rude, dismissive and bitterly cold.
He's far from sub-zero in my fantasies though. The heat he brings to my dreams in the dead of night makes the pages of my diary smoulder. The leather-bound book is my darkest indulgence and most delicious secret.
But on my eighteenth birthday, I discover Nicolò Di Santo has read every page.
And now he’s the one watching me.
“Life begins at forty,” they said. What they didn’t say was, “and four years later, you’ll divorce your husband, drag your teenage daughter back home to live with your cranky mother, and take the only job you can get—in a dive bar downtown.”
Things only get worse when a hot stranger dumps his coffee on my blouse ten minutes before my divorce hearing, then takes pity on me by sending twenty designer replacements. When I send them back in a huff, he makes me an offer I can’t refuse: Two hundred thousand dollars to be his fake wife for a week.
Seven days and nights relaxing at a married couples retreat while my stranger does business? Sounds like a good deal. But there are three catches: 1) There’s only one bed; 2) My ‘husband’ is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen; and 3) This is no ordinary retreat.
Turns out August King is not the hedge fund manager I thought he was. He’s a mafia underboss. And the luxury retreat we’re staying at? It’s a cover for an illegal arms trade.
I should hate him. I should run for my life. I should forget he ever happened. But, when my own personal war becomes entangled with his, I can’t leave. Because, not only has my stranger tempted me, he’s tainted me too.