Lex Ryan is Harlan Reid's clan chief and most trusted man. He's just been promoted and can't afford to give his boss reason to lose faith in him. Now, Jacob Ellis owes the Irish mafia one million dollars, but he's currently bankrupt. So, when Lex goes to collect the skipper's money from the debtor, Jacob offers his teenage daughter and what's left of his dying company as payment~ Adina Ellis is fresh out of boarding school, only to learn she will never be able to attend college like her peers. What's worse, she has to marry the most dangerous man in the city, Harlan Reid. But it's not Harlan that becomes her biggest problem, it's his irresistible clan chief who wants to ruin her.
View More"It's done, boss.""Aye. See you in ten days." He adds, last minute. "And keep my wife safe. You could lose your head for that."I walk into the trailer as the line goes dead. It's been five hours. Five hours of being car-chased by feds on my brother's orders. The FBI caught wind of the gangfight in Cian's suburban mansion registered under a wealthy old couple - which is an obvious decoy. Ares heard gunshots and knew I was in the city.We had no time to cover up our tracks. A trail of evidence implicating Cian in felonies around the country was at the Irish Mafia's base in New York. I had to step in and plant a bomb inside the Bureau's van before they could cart it away from the premises. I simply walked into the crime scene undisguised, and the rest was a piece of cake.I enjoyed hearing the sound of the blast from two blocks away. Ares received my warning text just before it happened, and now, all the evidence and the house are gone.The only link Ares would find afterwards is a bur
It was just meant to be a simple kiss. No feelings attached. Zero expectations. I had acted on impulse to prove a point, but I didn't expect him to nip my chin and grab my face with a calloused hand, giving me tongue. I've kissed a lot of people, but kissing Ace is like I'm being schooled on the art all over again. The kiss gets impossibly deeper and deeper. My body charges up like electric currents. It's chaotic and hot. I'm surprised at how eager my hands are to tear past the enemies clothes. There isn't any thin line between hate and lust.Ace switches spots with me in a frenzied flash. He's hard. I can feel him through his pants. I've played with the wrong fire. It seems I can't handle this. He grabs my chin again and holds my face still. The longing I feel confuses me. I should remember where I am and who I'm with. I should backtrack to the past few minutes and set my head straight because the table has epically turned on me."Ace." I moan, surprising myself as his breath graze
I step into the apartment. I glance at the man on the sofa only once. He's unfamiliar, but I am curious. Why did Dola leave the house trailer to come here? There can only be two possibilities. He's a man friend from the club or the husband from the story I heard last night."How did you find me?" She asks, darting her nervous eyes to the man and back to me.I cross my arms over my chest. Hazel fire burns in my gaze as I say, "Start walking, Dola. Don't let me say it twice."The man stands from the sofa. I notice him from the corner of my eye, but I still don't act like there are three of us in the room. The look he has on tells me he's looking for trouble. He may not like what he will find in the next few minutes if he acts on his impulses, though."Who the fuck are you?" he says in a sharp tone. "How dare you barge into my home and act like you own the place? That's my wife you are talking to."I fix my stare on an anxious Dola. It pisses me off that she hasn't started walking, but I
Bullets fly like confetti, except this time they are lethal. I gulp at the sight of the dead priest. Men rushed over and took Cian to safety. I'm the only one on the altar, and I guess I'm not that important. I try crawling forward, but a bullet sends the roof of the wedding altar falling right in my path. My hand goes over my ears as I duck, shaking like a leaf.The pillars don't collapse, but I'm still not away from danger. I'm right at the heart of it.While everyone fled, I remained rooted to this spot in fear, and I don't know, between marrying a mafia lord and this, which has been my worst mistake yet.Ahead, Ace comes into my line of sight. He shoots a man dead, racing down the wide lawn. I realise he's looking for someone."Ace!" I yell, even though drawing unwanted attention alongside his.He sees me. In mere seconds, he jumps over the stairs and lands on the flat top. Ace grabs my hand. I hear something land next to my feet. It's a green egg with rough edges like that of a
To say that punch was unexpected would be a big lie. I know how meticulous Cian can be when it comes to his possessions. This one is of high value, and I brought her in with a busted lip and other hidden injuries he's yet to know of. I had asked for the humiliation.I stand on my feet and hang my head between my shoulders. "It's my fault, boss. I couldn't protect her. Forgive my grave sin."It is a sin to commit an offence against the Irish mafia boss. The code of conduct states that in the first line of the first article. We shall beg for his forgiveness in the event in question because he's our maker. He gives life and takes it. Everyone is at his beck and call."You are forgiven, boyo."I raise my head and find Dola's stare fixed on me. She's anxious. Anyone can tell that, but I don't stare too long at Cian's hostage. He's a smart man."Princess." Cian calls in that distinct accent, walking closer to her.It's a shame she can't hide when that's all her eyes are screaming for. Dola
I'm staring at a different person in the compact mirror. Dola is gone. Natasha has been reborn. There's a wavy blonde wig on my head, and a woman named Erica just finished doing my makeup. I never met the Russian girl who died, but I'm almost certain they've done a good job in turning me into her lookalike. We are at a warehouse somewhere in the city. It's four a.m., and in a few hours, I'll face Ace's boss. I'm already missing my baby girl, but I know she's in safe hands with Kenna.I look over my shoulder. It's empty. I'm sitting on a foldable chair at an extreme in this warehouse filled with old cars as far back as 20th century makes. My cell phone has just a bar left. I must warn Coco to be safe.She answers on the first ring. I put my hand over the speaker to muffle the sounds as much as I can."Dola! I've been worried sick. How is Emma doing? Please tell me the cops didn't find you both... right?""They didn't, but Coco, I need you to listen carefully." I'm whispering as sweat
10:45 pm..."Ace!" Kenna Warnecki shows herself on the premises of her suburban home. Tall trees surround us. My mother's wearing a thin sweater, hugging her arms around herself to ward off the night chills. "My God! I raised you with more tact than this, Ace. Give me the gun!" I curse under my breath, loosening my hold on the child, but not letting go. "Why don't you mind your business, mother?" Kenna glares at me. It's the disappointment I see in her eyes that puts an end to all of this. I lower my gaze and the gun. She snatches it from my hand while taking the crying little girl in her arms. I step away, raking a hand through my mid-length hair in anger. Dola watches everything in silence, but she has her eyes on her child, wondering if my mother will be their new problem."Sweetheart, what's your name?" My mother thumbs the tears off the child's face.Dola speaks for her daughter, who's incapable of words. Her voice is small. "Emma.""And you are?""Dola. Dola Everhart. She's
I gulp when I glimpse the pale finger sticking out from the tearing at the bottom edge of the duffel bag. There's a corpse inside it. I don't know who just met their end at the hands of this criminal, but I place my open palm over my daughter's eyes, pulling her close to me. I'm certain we won't go next. "Wait! Don't shoot—""You'd better work on your diplomatic skills." His straight-face looks unbreakable.Those burly arms intimidate me. They strain against his rolled up sleeves like a sausage skin about to split. He's wounded. There's also blood stains on the collar of his shirt, where he's left a few buttons undone.I gulp again. "Fine. I'm Dola Everhart. A stripper at club Sixty-Nine—look, we really need to go."He places the nuzzle directly on Emma's head. She's trembling like live wire. Panic gears up inside me. I wonder if he's a psychopath on the loose. He's covered in tattoos and has dark, messy hair, but even though his eyes are not kind, they are also not deceptive. It's p
I know I'm fucked. I stare at her lifeless body, feeling raw fear slinking down my spine. Cian wanted her alive. He will have my head if I don't bring her to him breathing. I step on her blood and recoil like it's fire. This isn't the first time I've seen a dead body. I'm a cutthroat who kills for a living, but this corpse is a reminder that I'm still fucked. Three knocks sound on the door of the room. It's Erica. That's our sign, but it does nothing to calm the anxiety I feel. Natasha is dead. There's nothing I can do to bring the daughter of the Russian Mafia's leader back to life. I turn on the shower and clean my hands under the faucet. Her blood sticks, but I scrub harder, washing it off in a frenzy. I check my clothes. The bullet wound looks like it's on its way to getting infected. But it's nothing I can't handle for a few hours. I exit the bathroom and open the door for Erica. "What the fuck are you doing, Ace?" She asks, barrelling right in and tossing her duffel bag filled
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