Step into the gritty world of Boston’s Irish mob, where Roberto Connolly, the heir to a powerful crime family, finds himself in an arranged marriage with Kylie Morgan, the strong-willed daughter of a rival clan. Will their forced union ignite genuine passion, or will their families' dark secrets tear them apart? As they grapple with their growing attraction, they face threats from all sides. Can their love withstand the dangerous world they've been thrust into, or will betrayal and violence shatter their newfound bond?
View MoreKylie knew she was in trouble the second she walked into her father's study and found Roberto there instead. He was standing by the window, his big frame blocking most of the light, making him look like a dark shadow against the sunset. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were cold and hard, like ice."Miss Morgan," he said, using her last name in a way that always made her stomach do flips. "Just the person I wanted to see."She tried to back up, to leave the room, but he was faster. Before she could blink, he was there, right in front of her, so close she could smell his cologne-something expensive and spicy that made her head spin a little."Your father hasn't been keeping what's his safe." The words came out soft, almost gentle, but Kylie could hear the threat hiding underneath.Her mind started racing. *Oh God, Oh God, Oh God*. What did he know? What had her father done? She needed to think fast, needed to find a way out of this conversation before Roberto said anything else.
Kylie PovI leaned against the cold brick wall, pressing my hands to my mouth like that would somehow stop my brain from spinning. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was all just gonna come back to haunt me. Kahlo... his death was supposed to be the end of the nightmare, right? So why the hell did I feel like I was trapped in another one? My fingers were trembling, and I closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm inside me."I don't think I can do it again," I muttered to myself, barely above a whisper. "I'm gonna have nightmares for the rest of my damn life about what happened to Kahlo."And, of course, the only person who should've been giving me a heads-up on what was going on today? My dear ol' dad. He spent the entire day with me, going over the restaurant finances, like everything was business as usual. Not one word about this new arrangement with Roberto. Nope. Not a single goddamn word."He didn't say a thing. Not one goddamn thing."I wanted to scream. Hell, I wanted to bre
Kylie PovI swear to God, the second I walked into that damn reception hall, it felt like the walls were closing in on me. Like physically shrinking around me. I had my arm linked with my dad's, and all I could think was how much I wanted to bolt. But there I was, playing the good daughter, head held high, while my insides twisted into one huge knot of panic.I tried to focus on the people milling around, but it was like trying to see through the fog. Everyone's voices blended into this dull, mind-numbing hum, and my heart-Jesus, my heart was thudding so hard, I thought it might explode. I felt like I was on the edge of something like I knew something awful was about to go down, but I couldn't confront it yet. I couldn't stop it. I was just stuck, waiting for the hammer to drop.My mind kept drifting back to Aiden. The pit in my stomach grew with every step we took. "I miss you, big brother," I whispered in my head. "If you were here, none of this would be happening. You always had th
I'm lost in the pages of Tolstoy when Liam bursts into the library like a hurricane in an Armani suit. I don't bother looking up. Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away."Daniel Hayes is dead," he announces, voice dripping with drama.I grip my book a little tighter, willing myself not to react. Daniel Hayes. Now there's a name I hadn't expected to hear today. Or ever again, if I'm being honest."And?" I manage, keeping my tone as flat and uninterested as possible.But Liam, being Liam, isn't about to let me off that easy. I can practically feel the manic energy radiating off him as he plops his designer clad ass right on the antique coffee table in front of me. Dad would have a fit if he saw."And you know what that means," Liam grins, snatching my book away. I resist the urge to snatch it back. That would only encourage him.Instead, I sigh, resigning myself to whatever scheme he's cooked up this time. "Shouldn't you be talking to our father about this?"Liam leans in close, his voice
The Dust Raven glittered dully on the dirty floor of the strip club's VIP area. Kylie's gaze hooked onto it, her heart thumping so hard she felt it may explode right out of her chest."A Dust Raven? Really?" she thought, a crazy giggle threatening to leave her lips. "Only men with something to prove carry those..."For a minute, time appeared to stand still. Kylie could hear her own rapid breathing, the distant throb of bass from the main room, and Daniel's low, ominous chuckle. The rifle rested between them, a lethal promise waiting to be fulfilled.Kylie's mind raced. She'd never held a real gun before, let alone fired one. Sure, she'd seen them in movies, but this was different. This was life or death."Screw it," she thought, steeling herself. In one seamless action, she reached for the weapon.The metal was cool against her feverish fingertips as she picked it up. It was heavier than she thought, and her arms trembled slightly under its weight. Kylie fumbled with the safety, her
I dig the smell of fear. It's pretty intense, you know? When it comes out from them and mixes with their cheap perfume and desperation, you can almost taste it in the air.Tonight, the club reeks of it.I'm sprawled on the bed in my usual private room, waiting for my next... appointment. The sheets are scratchy against my skin and probably haven't been changed in weeks. Not that I care. Everything in this shithole is disposable-the furniture, the booze, the girls. Especially the girls.My fingers drum an impatient rhythm on my thigh. Where the hell is she? I check my watch-an ostentatious, gold plated monstrosity. It's all for the show, of course. The girls see it glinting on my wrist, and their eyes light up. They think they've hit the jackpot.They're always disappointed.The door creaks open, and I sit up, ready to unleash my displeasure on whoever's kept me waiting. But the words die in my throat as I take in the sight before me.She's new. That much is obvious. The way she hesit
I dig the smell of fear. It's pretty intense, you know? When it comes out from them and mixes with their cheap perfume and desperation, you can almost taste it in the air.Tonight, the club reeks of it.I'm sprawled on the bed in my usual private room, waiting for my next... appointment. The sheets are scratchy against my skin and probably haven't been changed in weeks. Not that I care. Everything in this shithole is disposable-the furniture, the booze, the girls. Especially the girls.My fingers drum an impatient rhythm on my thigh. Where the hell is she? I check my watch-an ostentatious, gold plated monstrosity. It's all for the show, of course. The girls see it glinting on my wrist, and their eyes light up. They think they've hit the jackpot.They're always disappointed.The door creaks open, and I sit up, ready to unleash my displeasure on whoever's kept me waiting. But the words die in my throat as I take in the sight before me.She's new. That much is obvious. The way she hesit...
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