“A 10 star read! Nikita does it again. This is by far my favorite series by this author. These characters are amazing, strong, dark and twisted but I love them all the same. This book is extremely explosive!!! Absolutely amazing read!!!!" ~Kelly’s Book Blog
A dark mafia enemies to lovers romance by International Bestselling Author Nikita Slater.
“Well done, Desiree,” Giovanni said, standing. He straightened his cufflinks as he spoke. “There’s no way to leave this room without me though, so you can stand down.”
“Then I’ll leave this room with you,” she snarled, edging away as he circled the table toward her. One of his men reached for her, but Giovanni waved him off.
“You can try.”
Desi flung herself over the table, launching herself at Giovanni and sending what was left of the food and drink to the floor. He sidestepped, gripped her by the throat as she passed him and flung her backwards, slamming her down on the table.
As she lay stunned, trying to catch her breath, he pulled a gun from the holster under his jacket, proving that not everyone in the room had been unarmed.
He pressed it to her forehead before leaning down until his lips were hovering over hers.
“You’re just as good as I hoped,” he said, his voice deepening as he kissed her.
Desi held perfectly still, her hammering heart pumping blood through her veins. Adrenaline slammed into desire as he shoved his tongue into her mouth and tasted her fight.
He lifted his head and, with barely a sideways glance to take aim, shot two of his men. One had been the man who lay unconscious on the ground and the other was the man who’s punched her. Blood sprayed across them in the confined space as each bullet found a home in a skull.
Giovanni’s other men took a quick step back, alarm on their faces as their boss straightened away from the table and helped Desi to her feet. She swayed, but he steadied her.
The fight drained from her as she tried to figure out what had just happened. She’d been trying to escape, but Giovanni had stopped her without breaking a sweat, then had executed two of his own men. What the fuck?
He answered her unspoken question by aiming his ire at the remaining men. “I told you this woman was not to be injured.”
Desi stared at the dead men as she tried to figure out what they’d done to her to deserve a bullet in the head. One had backhanded her and the other had slammed her into a wall.
An entire world of possibilities opened up to Desi as she realized what Giovanni’s edict meant for her. If he was unwilling to allow his men to harm her, then she could do anything to them without fear of retaliation.
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