WARNING! Mature Contents!!! A one-night stand of hot unprotected sex filled with passion and desire and Tiffany West and Lorenzo Russo's lives intertwine forever. Tiffany has no idea her stepfather owes the Cosa Nostra money and she's been used to repay the debt with an arranged marriage to Demirci, a member of the Turkish Mafia. And then there's him. The devil with a handsome face and nice tailored suit and a heart as black as tar. Lorenzo Russo. He's the man she lusts after and loathes more than anything— his stone-cold demeanor, his arrogance, and too too-perceptive eyes. He's ability to see through her disguise to the broken girl she is has her infuriated. He's the embodiment of darkness and probably one of the most dangerous men in the world but she has no idea she's his frustration and fascination. Nowhere in Lorenzo Russo plan had he ever prepared for Tiffany. She's his opposite in every way… and the greatest temptation he's ever known. The breathing definition of everything he didn't want. She laughs too loud. She talks so much. She's clearly not his type, but still, he couldn't keep his eyes from following her wherever she goes and thinking about their night of wild sex. After a wild party where Tiffany clearly had too many drinks. She wakes up next to Lorenzo wearing his ring. His wedding ring. Who accidentally gets married to Lorenzo Russo, a Mafia don. Now she's forced to live with him. Sleep next to him. Be a wife to him. It didn't take long before shadows of the past comes knocking in the face of Salvatore Russo, the devil of a father that orders the murder of his sons. Now he's out to destroy the one thing Lorenzo Russo seems to obsess about, Tiffany West.
View MoreTIFFANY WEST I felt something cold slip up my back thighs and into the waistband of my lacy panties, but I didn't look. Instead, my eyes were fixed on his moving lips.My brows lifted the instant I could make out his breathless words, but before an emotion could betray me, Lorenzo shoved me hard to his side, my back hurt hard against the wall, and I crashed to the floor.“Get her out of here Salvatore. I don't have the time or patience for a child's game. This has all been entertaining, but let's be honest here: you don't want Reno or any other thing. That's not why you took my brothers and called me here. Family dinner? Fuck don't be ridiculous, tell me what you truly want?”Silence held the air captive once more, and this time it was shattered by Salvatore's dark laughter. “I’ll take back control of Vegas. If only Harold was alive to witness this moment, he'd known it was foolish going against my order and keeping you bastards alive,”“The only bastard was the useless mutt I sent a
TIFFANY WESTI was a heartbeat away from hysteria. The delirium loomed close, ramping up my pulse as I stared at the old bastard I still couldn't believe was Lorenzo's father. The thick suffocating silence in the air still held Salvatore's threat in place.Tension crackled in every direction as I waited for either Salvatore to take back his threat or Lorenzo to crumble, but neither did. Instead, the two Russos just stared at each other, almost as if they were having a secret conversation through their eyes.All I could do was wait for the spark to ignite the situation into a raging inferno, but the silence stretched into another minute before Lorenzo abruptly pulled up from his chair, silently walking over to the mini bar at the corner to pour himself a drink and then he trekked over the open window, staring into the darkness.“What do you say, son?” Salvatore's voice taunted once more, his eyes shifted to mine. The intense darkness looming within attempted to force me to look away, b
LORENZO RUSSO Trying to keep my rage at bay was a losing battle. I could feel the rage simmering underneath my skin while my gaze slid from Tiffany's bare feet, up her once flawless thighs to the hem of the overbearing white shirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. She wasn't dressed in the body hug top and jeans she'd been wearing in the video.My fist curled into a tight ball of fury. One I knew too well. One that would only be appeased if someone died right now by my hands.“What the fuck happened to her?” My voice remained calm and controlled as usual. I wasn't one prone to raging outbursts. That was Savio. As aloof as he could be, he was also hot-tempered. “Why the fuck is she wearing that?”“Ortiz was just messing around. Don't get too worked up, nothing drastic happened. She's one feisty little cunt,” Salvatore's explanation didn't sink in. Nothing breached my internal battle.I wanted their blood.I craved their pain and everything torturous every second they breathe
LORENZO RUSSO“Two at three o'clock,” Dimitri said, his voice low and quiet as they echoed in my ears.“One at ten,” I heard from Dimitri’s capo, Luca, just as I adjusted the little device in my ears.“Three on the balcony at four,” Ronan's voice seeped in as well. He had joined us after escorting Leona and the two girls he had rescued with Savio into one of our jets, and they were already on the way to Las Vegas.I slanted a glance over at Vito from the passenger seat. The car slowed as we reached the corner of Salvatore's street. He had forwarded an address the second our call disconnected.I took out my phone, sending a quick text to Savio. I was fucking worried, I hadn't heard from him since Ronan and he parted ways. I had no idea what the fuck was happening at his end with Frizz, and the younger Duval. He could be in trouble seeing as he wasn't even picking up or hadn't read my previous texts informing him about Salvatore's sudden appearance and Tiffany's and Dario's situation.“
TIFFANY WESTI sat on one of the chairs in the dining room, cradling my cell in my hand while I stared at the sheer curtains billowing in front of an open glass door leading outside. I could barely see the faint outline of the deck chairs, the beach umbrella, and the corner of the pool. There were Lorenzo's men at every corner, and I honestly doubt anyone could successfully get past the mansion doors even if there was an attack, yet Lorenzo's words kept troubling me.I sighed, glancing at the time. It was almost eight, and the darkness outside made me grow more anxious. Stefano was a significant foot away from me; he was leaning against the wall, staring out into the darkness while Dario had joined the men outside twenty minutes ago, and I couldn't stop thinking about Lorenzo, debating whether I should call Lorenzo or not. I was going crazy with worry, I needed to hear his voice and know he was okay.Finally, I made up my mind to give him a call. But my worry only intensified as I lis
LORENZO RUSSO It was five after seven and my men were already waiting in ambush, blending into the darkness. We received the route Viktor would be using to meet up with Frizz from Savio and Ronan and we were waiting for him.It didn't take long before a line of three cars came into sight, and on cue, it began raining bullets, causing a return fire from Viktor and his men. One of his cars flipped over, while the others came to a halt from busted tires.The gunfire lasted a few more minutes before we cleared up Lorenzo's men, leaving just the bastard Russo.He had sustained a bullet wound to the stomach from the gunfire but was far from vulnerable. His cold-blooded eyes shot to mine as I stalked closer to one of the SUVs he had used as a cover.His eyes darkened when they met mine, and his lips pressed into a thin grimace. He remained silent, his jaw clenched as he watched me lower to my haunches in front of him.I examined him carefully, rubbing my hand on my jaw, then met his gaze ag
LORENZO RUSSO“Come,”I led Tiffany back to the bedroom and stopped near the bed. I jerked my head to the door on the left, staring at her. It was barely noon, yet she looked painfully beautiful in simple jeans and a white body hug top that exposed the piercing on her little belly button.I felt myself go hard, and maybe if it wasn't for the important task today, I would have contemplated spending my day buried in that body of hers. But I couldn't. And the restless anxiety that followed me from the early hours of the morning still stuck with me. No, it only grew worse.I had started to believe bringing Tiffany and Dario here was a bad idea. Dario was a Russo and well capable of defending himself. Even though he hadn't been initiated yet, he had killed before during one of the Bratva attacks a few years ago and I knew with the proper motivation called survival instinct, he could kill again. But still, something about not being around them, especially now that Viktor was in Montenegro,
TIFFANY WESTI rolled out of him, snuggling close with my head on his chest, and a hand running down his chest, tracing each perfectly defined abs and tattoos.“Lorenzo…” I inhaled, feeling his fingers running up and down my spine. It sent a wave of tingling sensation through me.“Yeah,” He kissed my temples. “Tell me what's on your mind,”My fingers brushed up his chest, and I forced air into my lungs. “What would you do if I wanted a divorce?”His fingers paused for a splitting second, and his muscles tightened. “I'd never give you,”His response made my stomach drop. “And if I ran away? “If you ran, Tiffany…” The words were malicious, yet somehow soft and desperate in a war-torn field. He pressed his lips to my ears. “I would find you,”I broke out in shivers. “And?”“Drag you back. You're my wife,”Anger finally lit in my stomach, and my gaze snapped to his. “I'm not a fucking piece of property that you own, Lorenzo. It's bad enough I was sold like a fucking cow. I refused to sta
TIFFANY WESTHe held my gaze, working his charm like he always did while I paced back and forth in my head like I'd done throughout today, planning out exactly what I would say. Because I knew if I didn't have a strong argument, he'd win like he always did. But I couldn't let that happen tonight. For the sake of my sanity and my heart. I couldn't.My mind and my heart were in a complete mess. I didn't know what to do. After our moment in the training room, I knew without a doubt Lorenzo Russo had somehow managed to work his way not only into my panties but into my mind and heart, and I soon realized there was no way to get him out. This was the only way. I had to put up some kind of barrier between us until I figured out what I wanted.I wanted him. My heart wanted him. I didn't just want everything he could give, selfishly, I wanted all of him. But my mind knew the truth. My mind couldn't just accept that Lorenzo Russo was a Made Man. He wasn't like the others I had dated, he was the
(Few Months Earlier)TIFFANY WESTI chose a bar within the heart of New York's most expensive hotel. Royale Haven. Downing down the burning liquor. I didn't even know what I was drinking, I'd told the barman to surprise me when he'd asked. And he'd surprised me. But the soothing burn of the alcohol was barely enough to keep me out of my frenzy. It was barely enough to keep his voice from echoing in my ears and it got worse as I stared at the seven words that blurred my vision from his text message. “Your mum's been calling you. We need to talk. This is important,” Seven words that unraveled me and left a series of violent shivers down my spine.It had been five years. Five fucking years since I'd last seen the pedophile of a shit bag stepfather, Francis Strauss, and my mother, Seline West.I thought I was okay. I thought I'd made peace with the past and finally moved past it. Past him. Past those nights he sneaked into my room and covered my screams with his hand on my lips. But all t...
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