Meet the characters:
Davide has finally accepted his place in Il Destino. He’s the tech
guru and has been put in charge of keeping his capo’s sister safe. He
does his best to fight the pull of the beautiful Mara, but with the
threats that hover, he finds himself desperate to keep her safe.
Mara is sweet, and soft. She’s a good girl that does everything for
others. She’s far too nice for the evil world she lives in. She also
has feelings for the grumpy bodyguard assigned to her.
Davide and Mara must find their way, but not without the threat of the
enemy looming over the family.
Feel the passion:
Alessio raises his brow, tilting his head and assessing my words. He
pauses, then asks, “How many men has she stitched up from our family?
Plenty.” Then he says meaningfully, “How many men did she insist stay
in our home with more serious injuries than yours? None.”
“It was the intensity of the moment. Mara had never
been involved in a situation like that, where she was right in the
midst of it all. I think she gravitated to what she knows how to do,
and that’s help people,” I respond.
“Mara didn’t ask if anyone else was hurt. Her sole
focus was you and only you. She’s falling in love with you,” he states
plainly.
Fuck me, but that felt good to hear. It shouldn’t, but
it does. I keep my face as expressionless as possible, but Alessio can
read his men, and I’m no different.
“Mara is of marrying age. Many underbosses have
approached me, offering up their sons as viable candidates for her
hand. Donato Carusso, Cesare, and Luigi Vento have come to me for
Mara,” Alessio states. I want to kill each and every one of those men.
The idea of their hands on Mara makes me want to hurl. Imagining
someone else kissing her pouty lips makes me so angry I want to throw
a chair against the wall. “My sister cares for you. But that isn’t
enough. Mara is exactly as you say: gentle. She needs a man who will
let her get dirty in her garden, and let her love for dancing
continue, and give her the life she deserves. She’s suffered enough.
Her mother was insufferable, but her death hit my sisters hard.
Useless by my account, but nevertheless, Elenora was their mother.
Your choice is to walk out that door and I’ll appoint someone else as
Mara’s bodyguard. Eventually, she’ll forget you and can move on.”
“Or…” I urge. Suddenly, the thought of not having Mara
close feels like a dungeon door is slamming shut.
“You need to get your head out of your ass and ask for
what you want,” Alessio commands.
The sound of footsteps rushing toward us has us both
looking at the door. Mara barges through without knocking. “Davide’s
gone—” she says in a panic, then she scans the room and sees me
standing with Niccolo. “Where are you going?” she asks me sharply,
hands on her hips. She’s so fucking cute with her baggy sweater
hanging off one shoulder, and her big eyes.
“I’m going home, micia,” I say, and glance at Alessio.
“But I’ll be back later tonight.”
Mara gawks at the use of the endearment, for I called
her my kitten, and Alessio shows a hint, although ever so slight, of a
grin.
Leaves you wanting more:
She’s gorgeous! I’ve tried to lock my feelings away, convincing myself
that Mara is just another pretty face. But she’s so much more. She’s
sweet, adorable, caring, and loving, all wrapped up in a sexy package
with an hourglass figure, long, dark hair that flows down her back, a
heart-shaped face, and eyes that a man could lose himself in. When she
touches my skin to check my wound, a searing heat runs through me. It
takes all I have to keep my hands from roaming over her hips and
pulling her down onto the bed so I can sink my teeth into the bottom
lip she keeps biting.
If Alessio knew what’s been going through my mind about
his little sister, I’d be chopped into a thousand pieces and fed to
ravenous dogs.
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