Flesh And Blood: His Dark Obsession

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