Alessandra Franco POVI move quickly, setting up meetings left, right, and center with Italy’s most notorious criminals. Thieves, smugglers, money launderers—the list is endless. It’s no small secret that the Mafia Franco Family has had a tight grip on all illicit activity in the country for the last two decades, raking in the lion’s share of profits.But now that I’ve made a big enough splash, everything’s about to change.The Franco Family are not without enemies, though many have been driven deep underground, biding their time. It took a little organization on my part, but in my experience, it’s who you know and not what you know that can give you a greater edge.“Why have you called us here?” Hakim asks, soaking his large feet beneath the water. “I’ll have you know I’m a very busy man.”“As am I,” adds Rustom, a man I’m convinced is made of nothing but bone.I sit on the edge of the wooden riser, breathing in the steam of the bathhouse. I chose this location for a particular reaso
Xander Mancini POVExcept she does no such thing. Instead, she holds my gaze, so breathtaking and intense that I momentarily forget how we got here in the first place. Her body feels wonderful against me. So soft and warm—but she’s the furthest thing from delicate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman more mesmerizing.“Come on,” I goad her. “Do it. You know you want to.”Zandra scoffs. “Don’t talk like you know me.”“Ah, that’s right. You Franco Family hate spilling blood.”She leans forward slightly, pressing her knife hard enough that I feel a trickle of blood drip down my throat and over my chest. I don’t miss the way she watches it, licking her lips as she takes in my body and tattooed skin.“What happened to Leonardo Franco?” I ask her. “I wasn’t aware he’d stepped down.”“Keep his name out of your mouth,” she snarls, her voice vibrating straight through me.Fuck, this should not be this sexy, but I can’t think very well with the heat of Zandra’s thighs straddling me. My cock th
Zandra Franco POVMy thoughts immediately snap to Xander. I’m equal parts flustered and angry. Flustered because the mere memory of his rich scent or his rough voice sends heat pooling between my legs. I wish I could control the way my body feels when I think about him, but I can’t. It reacts on instinct, every fiber of my being seeking him out like a moth to a flame.And I hate it.I hate it because I shouldn’t be thinking about Xander this way. I still can’t get the image of his gorgeous body out of my head. Even beneath the concealment of his suit, I could tell he was well-built and muscular. Our run-in at the bathhouse only confirmed my worst fears. I was tormented by his intricate tattoos, and amazed by his chiseled pecs, strong arms, and washboard abs. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of his skin—and that makes me want to hate him all the more.Even though I’m bone tired and not excited to spend my make-up birthday at some loud, sweaty, sticky club with overpriced drink
Xander Mancini POVThe Valentine Club isn’t my idea of a sparkling business venture, but it’s certainly the next step in my series of ever-growing plans. I don’t necessarily want to operate a club, but there’s no denying the revenue potential.I’m not even talking about the ridiculously marked-up liquor prices. I’m talking drugs. The clientele here is the perfect demographic to make a little extra on the side—it’s just a matter of making a deal with the club owner. He gets a cut of the profit, and in turn, he looks the other way—and he doesn’t have to report his earnings to the De Luna since it’d all be under the table.It’s a win-win situation. He’d be stupid not to take it.“Let’s make this quick,” Samuel grumbles behind me. It’s not like him to be so jittery. If I had to venture a guess, it’s probably because he’s afraid we’ll get caught by the Franco mafia. We are pushing our luck by being here, after all, but what’s the reward without a little risk? Leo leads the way. He’s in ch
Xander Mancini POVSamuel huffs but doesn’t argue. Roman looks like he has something snarky to say, but Leo complains—much to my surprise.“Celebrating every now and then won’t kill us, Xander.”I glare at him, more than a little aware of the fact that Sandra has now stepped onto the dance floor and slipped into the crowd. The tiny voice in the back of my head tells me to leave. We shouldn’t overstay our welcome. If Zandra’s here, that means the rest of her crew might not be far behind. It’d be a shame to wash all our hard work down the drain over something as stupid as a celebratory drink.“No,” I state. “Go home. We have too much to do tomorrow.”Roman sighs, shrugging his shoulders. “Fine, fine. Aren’t you coming with?”I swallow, my mouth and throat inexplicably dry. Yes, my brain screams. “I have one more thing to clear up with Luvenko,” my mouth says instead.“Do you need me to stay? Since he thinks I’m you.”I shake my head. “No. I’ve got it. Now, get out of here.”Samuel claps
Zandra Franco POV“I’m so pickled.” Cassandra laughs loudly as Vincent and I help her to the car. One of our drivers is already waiting by the curb, the SUV’s engine rumbling steadily.“Take her home,” I tell her bodyguards. “Make sure she’s got plenty of water and an aspirin at her bedside. I have a feeling she’s going to need it tomorrow morning.”Cassandra manages to give me a quizzical look. “Wait, you’re not coming with me?”“I have some… business to take care of.”“Business? What kind of business?”“Family business, Cass.”“I’m family.”“Yes, you are.”“You need a fucking vacation, Zandra. All work and no play makes Zandy a dull girl.”I roll my eyes. “I’ve only been at this for a week, babe.”Cassandra throws her arms around me, hugging me tight while resting her cheek against my shoulder. “You’re working too hard. What if you have a heart attack, too?” Her eyes start misting, the softest of sobs bubbling past her lips.Uh oh.In the blink of an eye, my twin starts to bawl her
Alessandra Franco POVHe’s a man possessed. I think I am, too. Something takes over my body. Something carnal and feral and downright animalistic. He lets go of my wrists and my hands fly to his hair. He bites down on my lip. His greedy hands grab my ass, hook under my thighs, nails scraping over my skin. I don’t recognize the sounds I’m making, every wanton moan a facet of myself I didn’t realize I possessed.The weight of his body blankets mine, the hard press of his cock between my legs sending my brain into a spiral. I need more, need everything. For a brief, shining moment, I forget who he is—who I am—and the fact that this is probably the worst idea of all time. It’s just so hard to care when it feels so good.“This is your last chance to tell me to stop, princess,” he growls against the crook of my neck. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”I grip his hair and tug backward, licking my lips in feverish anticipation. “Don’t make promises you can
Zandra Franco POVWe lie there together on the bed for a moment. I’m delightfully dizzy, my muscles burning like I’ve just had the best workout session of my life. Everything’s abuzz, the post-sex exhaustion sweeping over me in full force.I don’t fully snap back to reality until I feel Xander wrap his arms around me, holding me with far more tenderness than I ever would have expected from a man like him. When he presses sweet kisses against my forehead and into my hair, I realize…This is wrong. This is so, so wrong.Do I regret it? Of course not. Will I regret it? Hell yes.Because the fact of the matter is I just slept with a man who’s slighted the De Luna’s name. I slept with the very man I swore was my enemy. What the hell was I thinking?“Let go,” I murmur as I hastily push him away. I hop off the bed and scour the floor for my underwear. I find them hanging on the bedside lampshade.“What’s the rush?” Xander asks me.“You don’t have to waste the aftercare on me.”“Did it ever