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He holds up his hand again to silence me. “Never again.”My pussy clenches at the steel in his voice. Wow. A full-on Nico Tacone scolding. It’s one part humiliating, two parts exciting. I’m definitely wired wrong because I find an angry mob boss thrilling.He walks to the bar and pours himself a drink. “I have shit to do,” he mutters, his back turned. “You should go to your own room tonight. I won’t be here before daylight.” He walks out on the balcony without looking back.My heart’s on the floor. He’s angrier than I thought. I need to fix things before I go—I’m not about to leave on this note. Not when my emotions are on edge, my hormones are raging and Nico’s still mad.I follow him out.He sinks into a seat and stares out at the night.“Nico—”“Not tonight, baby.” His voice is clipped, tight.I stand in front of him, blocking his view. “Nico.”In a quick, irritated move, he pulls me face down over his lap and lands nine quick hard smacks on my ass. The spanks hurt, but I’m more ex
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Sondra“Everyone’s trying to figure out who you are,” I murmur to Nico. We’re sitting in the cafe of the Met, drinking espresso to revive ourselves from our long day of walking through the art museum. Yes, he flew me on a private jet to New York City this morning and demanded I show him all the best the Met had to offer. Considering it’s my first trip to New York, let alone the Met, my bucket is beyond full.Nico’s as handsome as ever in one of his fine suits and he looks like some kind of celebrity amongst the tourists. He arches a brow. “Me? No, amore. They’re looking at you. I heard one couple whispering that you’re a famous actress.” He picks up my hand and runs his thumb over my fingers.If I’d worried that Nico and I would have nothing to talk about if we actually had time to spend together, I was wrong. He told me all about growing up in Chicago—the things he misses from the city, the things he doesn’t. How and why he ended up in Vegas.I told him about Michigan, growing up acr
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JennaMy mother wanted to come with me. My father wanted to send Alex as a bodyguard, but I refused. Being sent to visit my fiancé accompanied by the only man who’s ever made my heart beat faster would make a difficult situation impossible.I have a plan and after what I just saw down in the lobby, I think it just might work.The trouble is, I don’t know Nico Tacone at all. I’ve seen him at family parties, weddings and funerals, but I avoided him like the plague.And he seemed to avoid me right back.At least that’s what I’m banking on.So I sit in a plush chair outside his office with his pitbull Tony standing bodyguard at the door and try to get my heart out of my throat.He doesn’t make me wait long. Tacone arrives and holds the door open for me, the picture of gentlemanly manners.I wipe my hands on my black jean skirt and enter.“I heard you graduated,” Tacone says politely. “Congratulations.” He waves me into a chair across from his desk and takes a seat.I swallow down the lump
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Sondra“Good morning, Ms. Simonson,” the security guy nods at me as I step out of the elevator. I get this preferential treatment all over the casino now. Word is out that I’m Nico’s girl. I get waved to the front of the Starbuck’s line, my favorite drink already prepared for me.When I step out on the curb, the valet attendant already has Nico’s Mercedes waiting for me. I take the keys and pretend driving a Mercedes is a totally normal thing for me.It’s hard not to eat it all up. It’s hard not to let myself enjoy all that it means to be Nico Tacone’s girlfriend.But it’s a total fantasy world. If I were going to stay here long-term, I’d need to get out and make friends, be in nature, build my own life.For the moment, though, I’m letting myself enjoy it. Nico stuffed a wad of cash in my purse this morning and told me to go clothes shopping. His cousin Sal is getting married this afternoon and we’re invited. When I asked what to wear, he told me to buy a dozen outfits and let him pic
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NicoI’m going out of my mind.I can’t get her fucking cousin to talk—to tell me where she is. At least not with any non-violent methods of persuasion, and obviously I’m not going to strong-arm her. I have a guy watch Corey’s house, but she doesn’t seem to be there. Nor has she appeared on any camera in the casino.My girl is gone.Even though this whole time I knew I was wrong for her, I can’t stand knowing I hurt her. I pressed a knife right into her soft spot and let her feel cheated on again.It’s unforgivable.And that’s the part I have to make right. I can’t let her walk away from this thing wounded. I never wanted that. I was selfish—I indulged in getting close to her. I let myself get carried away by the pleasure she brought to me. But once I convince her I was true, I need to let her go.It’s the only way I can make any of this right.SondraI’m in bed with the covers over my head for the third day in a row. My mom has been in a dozen times to coax me out, but I’m not having
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SondraI didn’t know how badly I’d want Nico to hold me. To promise the moon and the sun or maybe just to take charge and carry me off. Tell me I’m his and he’s tying me to the bed until I swear it.But I have to be strong right now. I have to be a big girl and choose for me.“I don’t know,” I whisper.Nico drops to his knees, right there on the sidewalk. Tears blur my vision. “I need you, Sondra. I didn’t have a purpose to living before I met you. You brought light where there was only darkness. You give to me—receive me with no walls up. I don’t know how you do it, but I can’t live without you.”“Get up, Nico,” I mumble between trembling lips. I try to tug him back to his feet. Tears track down my cheeks.“I don’t even know what I can offer you, but I promise it will be everything I have. Everything.”“Yes. Yes. Nico, I want you.”He falls back and drags me down to his lap. People driving by are looking at us like we’re lunatics and I totally don’t give a crap. “You want me?” His vo
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EpilogueAlexI accept another glass of champagne and down it in a single gulp. From my position against the center pillar, I have a view of the entire reception.I’m surprised the Tacones went all out on Nico’s wedding, considering what it means to the Pachino family. I guess Junior Tacone worked something out with Don Guiseppe, but it seems like a slap in the face, if you ask me.Of course, no one asked me.The wedding is at one of the finest hotels in Chicago—top floor, wall-to-wall windows overlooking the city and Lake Michigan. The bride is sweet—not the type I’d ever guess Nico would go for, but pretty, if you’re into that wholesome blonde kinda thing. Her family came from Michigan—a bunch of nerdy small-town WASPs, with the exception of her maid of honor, a leggy redhead who looks like she could hold her own with any of ours. And, if I’m reading the body language right, she might already be entangled with Nico’s younger brother Stefano.Nico dances with his mom, his bride with
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JennaThe pounding music might be the only thing keeping me on my feet at the moment. I bounce and spin on the dance floor to the beats of DJ Sunshine, the coolest female DJ on Ibiza. I may or may not have one too many cosmos in me. The room tilts and spins alarmingly every time I slow down.I guess I ought to thank mobster Nico Tacone for footing the bill on this party lifestyle, but I spent my entire life hating him, so gratitude would be an adjustment. Still, he released me from our marriage contract and gave me the money to run away until he worked things out with our families, so I have nothing to complain about.I turn and run into a wall of fine Italian suit. Pleasure overtakes me at a familiar masculine scent, and I throw my arms around the man’s neck before my brain registers what this means.I’ve been found. Caught.“Alex!” I breathe.My father’s right-hand man. His soldier, bodyguard, protégé—whatever you want to call him.I don’t mean to fling myself at him, but my body co
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