Thank you everyone who's come back for Book 2!!
My first book, written a few years ago, was the very first mafia romance I ever attempted, and I was beyond grateful for the love it received. So many of you enjoyed Vivian and Niko's story, and I'm thrilled to finally return with the next chapter. This time, we continue the journey through Michael and Amy's perspectives, now that they've grown into their own roles in this dangerous world. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'll be uploading two chapters a day, since that tends to work best with the platform's algorithm. If I ever miss a day or two, I promise to make it up shortly after. The story is fully written it's just a matter of releasing it in the best way to help it reach as many readers as possible. Thank you again for all the support! If you enjoy any chapters, please consider dropping a gem, it means more than you know! And if you're up for leaving a comment, I'd love to hear your thoughts, good or bad. Feedback is how we grow, and your support truly keeps us going.Michael POVTen years.Ten years of waiting. Ten years of plotting. Ten years of turning myself into a weapon. I spent ten years buried in the shadows, moving between men who called themselves kings, cartels, mercenaries, men who only valued blood and power. I made myself useful. I learned their games. And when the time came, I burned every bridge, every name, until only one remained.Niko.This was the day I got my revenge.The moment Niko stepped out of that car, everything I had trained for, everything I had been told, came rushing to the surface. The bastard who had killed my sister, the man responsible for everything I lost, was standing twenty feet in front of me.Completely fucking unguarded. He should have been scrambling for cover. He should have been surprised. But instead, he stood there, completely still, like he had been expecting me.I didn't think, just fired the first shot.It barely missed his shoulder, but it was enough to make his men scatter, their guns drawn as t
Amy POVMy world had been flipped upside down more times than I could count. That was the price of being born into a family like mine. But this time was different. This time, it wasn't just another power shift, another bullet dodged, or another name crossed off some hit list.This time, it was Michael.The brother I had spent my whole life praying would find me, was suddenly back. Three months he had been in my life, and for three months, he had tried to tear it apart. His fear and anger were volatile, a dangerous volcano seconds from spewing death to any that stood around him. Now, today, he is standing in front of me in my school's parking lot, like some ghost from a past I had securely locked away. The boy who had once been my guardian angel, my protector. But he wasn't a boy anymore. He wasn't the brother I remembered.Michael was over six feet tall, blonde curls grown out, and built like a man who had spent the last decade training to be a weapon. Even Niko, the most feared man
Michael POVNothing made sense anymore. My mind was spiraling, replaying every conversation, every look Amy had given me. A part of me started to wonder if she might be right.But that was impossible. I've seen the proof of Niko's cruel and fucked up manipulations over the years.The hatred I had for Niko Valencia wasn't something to be questioned. It was deeper than fear or illusions. It was in my blood, in my bones. I wasn't about to trust my family in his hands.I flexed my fingers, ignoring the sting radiating up my arm. The skin over my knuckles was torn raw, blood dried and cracked. My hand wasn't just aching, it was fucked. It didn't matter though. The pain was grounding, a reminder that I was still in control.But that carefully crafted control started slipping the second I stepped through the door."Oh no, Michael!" Viv's voice hit me first, then her hands, small but insistent, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the kitchen. She was still gorgeous with long brown hair, s
Michael POV "Are you going to speak, or just stand there like an idiot?" I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, staring down at the girl in front of me. She had that same frozen, wide-eyed look she always did around me, her knuckles white from gripping the strap of her bag. Weak. Useless. I had no idea how the hell she was Amy's best friend. My sister had grown too comfortable here if these were the kind of people she surrounded herself with. "I... Uh... I..." Lucy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. I sighed, already annoyed. "Spit it out, rat face." Lucy's lips parted, but instead of speaking, she scowled. For a second, she looked like she might tell me to go fuck myself. But then she hesitated, like she always did. I could almost hear her thoughts scrambling and panic settling in. It was pathetic how easy it was to break her down, how she just stood there, shrinking under my stare like some helpless little mouse. It reminded me of the first night I met
Micheal POV "Where's the informant?" My voice cut through the stale air as my Uncle walked into the run-down repair shop empty-handed. "He went underground before we could grab him. Someone tipped him off." Vito sighed like I was an impatient kid throwing a tantrum. "Someone?" I sneered. Traitors were everywhere, circling like vultures.Vito raised his hands, already cautious. He knew that look in my eyes, the one that meant death.I moved before he could speak, slamming him against the wall. "You failed." My voice dropped, quiet, lethal. "And now you're standing here wasting my time."My fingers twitched, aching to wrap around his throat, but my anger wasn't for him. It was for Niko.I was stuck in that bastard's house, forced to watch him play family with my sister while I stood by like some leashed dog.For years, I believed Amy was dead. I'd seen the evidence, her body parts mailed to me, the taunting messages that ate me alive. I had nothing left but hate. By sixteen, I'd gra
Amy POV "I'm sorry my brother is such a creep. God! I don't even know why he is still here." I slammed my bedroom door shut, wanting to rip it right off the hinges. All Michael did was torment my friends. He was trying to scare them off, but it wasn't going to work. Lucy sat on my bed, hugging a pillow. "He won't leave without you, Amy." Her voice was quiet, but certain. "He's a total psycho, but... he'll do anything to protect you." I turned on her. "Are you actually defending him?" "No!" She shook her head quickly. "He's horrible, and I hate that you have to deal with him. It's just..." She hesitated, biting her lip. "I don't know. It could be worse." "How do I get him off my radar?" she groaned. "He seems determined to torture me." I sat beside her, letting out a dry laugh. "Michael's just jealous." Lucy raised an eyebrow, as if it wasn't totally obvious. My brother hated anyone I was friends with, especially Lucy. "He knows you're part of the reason I won't leave.
Michael POV "Your sister is a bit of a prude." Ariel's fingers skimmed down my chest, her voice a lazy purr. "I think I'd prefer it that way," I said, brushing her off as I stepped away. "Now get to work." I wasn't in the mood for distractions. Ignoring Ariel's pout and Siobhan's sharp gaze, I pressed my thumb to the side panel, shifting the painting to reveal a bank of live security monitors. Siobhan let out a low whistle. "That's a hell of a setup." I barely glanced at her. "Watch the feeds. If you see anything, I want to know immediately." My eyes flicked to the monitor showing Amy's bedroom door. "Are you spying on your sister?" Ariel wrinkled her nose, voice curling in mock disgust. "That's a little..." I shot her a cold look. "She is my sister. No one touches her." She held up her hands. "Jeez. Got it." "Good. Now show me what you found before I decide you're wasting my time." I pointed to my desk where the laptops were set up. Ariel sighed dramatically but d
Vivian’s POV"Work it, Tommy!" I shouted to my very sexy and about to be very naked boyfriend. He decided to intrude on my friend's bridal shower and is now being punished.The sly smile on his face shows me he is enjoying this a little too much though. My hazel eyes darkened as I bite my lip. Damn! He is so fucking hot and so fucking mine.Tommy is almost six feet tall and all muscles. Not overly large, but definitely toned with a nice six pack. With one pull of his hand, he ripped his shirt off his chest then twirled it in the air. "Like this baby?" He teased me as he continued his Magic Mike performance with three cops also stripping next to him."Hmm, needs some oil, baby." I threw a small penis shaped bottle at him and he chuckled."Really?" His eyes were filled with amusement at the shape of it. Then his eyes caught mine and it seemed as if everyone in the room disappeared.That's how it was with Tommy. Everything just stopped and no one existed when I was lost in his gorgeous bl
Michael POV "Your sister is a bit of a prude." Ariel's fingers skimmed down my chest, her voice a lazy purr. "I think I'd prefer it that way," I said, brushing her off as I stepped away. "Now get to work." I wasn't in the mood for distractions. Ignoring Ariel's pout and Siobhan's sharp gaze, I pressed my thumb to the side panel, shifting the painting to reveal a bank of live security monitors. Siobhan let out a low whistle. "That's a hell of a setup." I barely glanced at her. "Watch the feeds. If you see anything, I want to know immediately." My eyes flicked to the monitor showing Amy's bedroom door. "Are you spying on your sister?" Ariel wrinkled her nose, voice curling in mock disgust. "That's a little..." I shot her a cold look. "She is my sister. No one touches her." She held up her hands. "Jeez. Got it." "Good. Now show me what you found before I decide you're wasting my time." I pointed to my desk where the laptops were set up. Ariel sighed dramatically but d
Amy POV "I'm sorry my brother is such a creep. God! I don't even know why he is still here." I slammed my bedroom door shut, wanting to rip it right off the hinges. All Michael did was torment my friends. He was trying to scare them off, but it wasn't going to work. Lucy sat on my bed, hugging a pillow. "He won't leave without you, Amy." Her voice was quiet, but certain. "He's a total psycho, but... he'll do anything to protect you." I turned on her. "Are you actually defending him?" "No!" She shook her head quickly. "He's horrible, and I hate that you have to deal with him. It's just..." She hesitated, biting her lip. "I don't know. It could be worse." "How do I get him off my radar?" she groaned. "He seems determined to torture me." I sat beside her, letting out a dry laugh. "Michael's just jealous." Lucy raised an eyebrow, as if it wasn't totally obvious. My brother hated anyone I was friends with, especially Lucy. "He knows you're part of the reason I won't leave.
Micheal POV "Where's the informant?" My voice cut through the stale air as my Uncle walked into the run-down repair shop empty-handed. "He went underground before we could grab him. Someone tipped him off." Vito sighed like I was an impatient kid throwing a tantrum. "Someone?" I sneered. Traitors were everywhere, circling like vultures.Vito raised his hands, already cautious. He knew that look in my eyes, the one that meant death.I moved before he could speak, slamming him against the wall. "You failed." My voice dropped, quiet, lethal. "And now you're standing here wasting my time."My fingers twitched, aching to wrap around his throat, but my anger wasn't for him. It was for Niko.I was stuck in that bastard's house, forced to watch him play family with my sister while I stood by like some leashed dog.For years, I believed Amy was dead. I'd seen the evidence, her body parts mailed to me, the taunting messages that ate me alive. I had nothing left but hate. By sixteen, I'd gra
Michael POV "Are you going to speak, or just stand there like an idiot?" I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, staring down at the girl in front of me. She had that same frozen, wide-eyed look she always did around me, her knuckles white from gripping the strap of her bag. Weak. Useless. I had no idea how the hell she was Amy's best friend. My sister had grown too comfortable here if these were the kind of people she surrounded herself with. "I... Uh... I..." Lucy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. I sighed, already annoyed. "Spit it out, rat face." Lucy's lips parted, but instead of speaking, she scowled. For a second, she looked like she might tell me to go fuck myself. But then she hesitated, like she always did. I could almost hear her thoughts scrambling and panic settling in. It was pathetic how easy it was to break her down, how she just stood there, shrinking under my stare like some helpless little mouse. It reminded me of the first night I met
Michael POVNothing made sense anymore. My mind was spiraling, replaying every conversation, every look Amy had given me. A part of me started to wonder if she might be right.But that was impossible. I've seen the proof of Niko's cruel and fucked up manipulations over the years.The hatred I had for Niko Valencia wasn't something to be questioned. It was deeper than fear or illusions. It was in my blood, in my bones. I wasn't about to trust my family in his hands.I flexed my fingers, ignoring the sting radiating up my arm. The skin over my knuckles was torn raw, blood dried and cracked. My hand wasn't just aching, it was fucked. It didn't matter though. The pain was grounding, a reminder that I was still in control.But that carefully crafted control started slipping the second I stepped through the door."Oh no, Michael!" Viv's voice hit me first, then her hands, small but insistent, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the kitchen. She was still gorgeous with long brown hair, s
Amy POVMy world had been flipped upside down more times than I could count. That was the price of being born into a family like mine. But this time was different. This time, it wasn't just another power shift, another bullet dodged, or another name crossed off some hit list.This time, it was Michael.The brother I had spent my whole life praying would find me, was suddenly back. Three months he had been in my life, and for three months, he had tried to tear it apart. His fear and anger were volatile, a dangerous volcano seconds from spewing death to any that stood around him. Now, today, he is standing in front of me in my school's parking lot, like some ghost from a past I had securely locked away. The boy who had once been my guardian angel, my protector. But he wasn't a boy anymore. He wasn't the brother I remembered.Michael was over six feet tall, blonde curls grown out, and built like a man who had spent the last decade training to be a weapon. Even Niko, the most feared man
Michael POVTen years.Ten years of waiting. Ten years of plotting. Ten years of turning myself into a weapon. I spent ten years buried in the shadows, moving between men who called themselves kings, cartels, mercenaries, men who only valued blood and power. I made myself useful. I learned their games. And when the time came, I burned every bridge, every name, until only one remained.Niko.This was the day I got my revenge.The moment Niko stepped out of that car, everything I had trained for, everything I had been told, came rushing to the surface. The bastard who had killed my sister, the man responsible for everything I lost, was standing twenty feet in front of me.Completely fucking unguarded. He should have been scrambling for cover. He should have been surprised. But instead, he stood there, completely still, like he had been expecting me.I didn't think, just fired the first shot.It barely missed his shoulder, but it was enough to make his men scatter, their guns drawn as t
Thank you everyone who's come back for Book 2!!My first book, written a few years ago, was the very first mafia romance I ever attempted, and I was beyond grateful for the love it received. So many of you enjoyed Vivian and Niko's story, and I'm thrilled to finally return with the next chapter.This time, we continue the journey through Michael and Amy's perspectives, now that they've grown into their own roles in this dangerous world. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.I'll be uploading two chapters a day, since that tends to work best with the platform's algorithm. If I ever miss a day or two, I promise to make it up shortly after. The story is fully written it's just a matter of releasing it in the best way to help it reach as many readers as possible.Thank you again for all the support!If you enjoy any chapters, please consider dropping a gem, it means more than you know! And if you're up for leaving a comment, I'd love to hear your thoughts, good or b
Niko POV "What are you doing?" My kitten asked with venom in her voice. She knew I was up to something, and it drove her crazy. "Nothing!" I shrugged my shoulders. Soon she will see him standing over there. Would she even recognize him? "Sophia and Dominick are running late. Charlie hasn't been doing well with her teething. They are staying the week though. I have the guest wing prepared for them." I let out an annoyed sigh. I hated it when they came to visit. "Niko! Be nice to your cousins." She warned. "When that annoying woman stops stealing all my wife's attention, I'll like her more." I grunted out. Every time Sophia came Viv and her were glued to the hip. They even spent the whole night drinking and painting their nails. She was supposed to be mine every night and for some reason I had to share her with that little woman. You would think with them living in Chicago it would be enough distance, but it wasn't. "Stop being a child. Now, tell me what you are up to. I don't