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Signed Steamy Mafia Romance Paperback 9-Book Bundle

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From Book 1 of the Benedetti Series

I signed the contract before me, pressing so hard that the track of my signature left a groove on the sheet of paper. I set the pen down and slid the pages across the table to her.

Lucia.

I could barely meet her gaze as she raised big, innocent, frightened eyes to mine.

She looked at it, at the collected, official documents that would bind her to me. That would make her mine. I wasnā€™t sure if she was reading or simply staring, trying to make sense of what had just happened. What had been decided for her. For both of us.

She turned reddened eyes to her father. I didnā€™t miss the questions I saw inside them. The plea. The disbelief.

But DeMarco kept his eyes lowered, his head bent in defeat. He couldnā€™t look at his daughter, not after what heā€™d been made to watch.

I understood that, and I hated my own father more for making him do it.

Lucia sucked in a ragged breath. Could everyone hear it or just me? I saw the rapid pulse beating in her neck. Her hand trembled when she picked up the pen. She met my gaze once more. One final plea? I watched her struggle against the tears that threatened to spill on her already stained cheeks.

I didnā€™t know what I felt upon seeing them. I didnā€™t know what I felt about anything at all anymore.

ā€œSign.ā€

My fatherā€™s command made her turn. I watched their gazes collide.

ā€œWe donā€™t have all day.ā€

To call him domineering was an understatement. He was someone who made grown men tremble.

But she didnā€™t shy away.

ā€œSign, Lucia,ā€ her father said quietly.

She didnā€™t look at anyone after that. Instead, she put pen to paper and signed her nameā€”Lucia Annalisa DeMarcoā€”on the dotted line adjacent to mine. My familyā€™s attorney applied the seal to the sheets as soon as she finished, quickly taking them and leaving the room.

I guess it was all official, then. Decided. Done.

My father stood, gave me his signature look of displeasure, and walked out of the room. Two of his men followed.

ā€œDo you need a minute?ā€ I asked her. Did she want to say good-bye to her father?

ā€œNo.ā€

She refused to look at him or at me. Instead, she pushed her chair back and stood, the now-wrinkled white skirt falling over her thighs. She fisted her hands at her sides.

ā€œIā€™m ready.ā€

I rose and gestured to one of the waiting men. She walked ahead of him as if he walked her to her execution. I glanced at her father, then at the cold examining table with the leather restraints now hanging open, useless, their victim released. The image of what had happened there just moments earlier shamed me.

But it could have been so much worse for her.

It could have gone the way my father wanted. His cruelty knew no bounds.

She had me to thank for saving her from that.

So why did I still feel like a monster? A beast? A pathetic, spineless puppet?

I owned Lucia DeMarco, but the thought only made me sick. She was the token, the living, breathing trophy of my familyā€™s triumph over hers.

I walked out of the room and rode the elevator down to the lobby, emptying my eyes of emotion. That was one thing I did well. I walked out onto the stifling, noisy Manhattan sidewalk and climbed into the backseat of my waiting car, the image of Lucia lying on that examining table, bound, struggling, her face turned away as the doctor probed her before declaring her intact, burned into my memory forever.

Iā€™d stood beside her. I hadnā€™t looked. Did that absolve me? Surely that meant something?

But why was I hard, then?

Sheā€™d cried quietly. Iā€™d watched her tears slip off her face and fall to the floor and willed myself to be anywhere but there. Willed myself not to hear the sounds, my fatherā€™s degrading words, her quiet breaths as she struggled to remain silent.

All while Iā€™d stood by.

I was a coward. A monster. Because when I did finally meet those burning amber eyes, when I dared shift my gaze to hers, our eyes had locked, and I saw the quiet plea inside them. A silent cry for help.

In desperation, sheā€™d sought my help.

And Iā€™d looked away.

Her fatherā€™s face had gone white when heā€™d realized the full cost heā€™d agreed to; the payment of the debt heā€™d set upon her shoulders.

Her life for his. For all of theirs.

Selfish bastard didnā€™t deserve to live. He should have died to protect her. He should neverā€”everā€”have allowed this to happen.

I sucked in a breath, heavy and wet, drowning me.

I poured myself a drink, slammed it back, and repeated. Whiskey was good. Whiskey dulled the scene replaying in my head. But it did nothing to wipe out the image of her eyes on mine. Her terrified, desperate eyes.

And now, she was mine, and I was hers.

Her very own monster.

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Here's a preview of what you can expect from Giovanni when Emilia wakes up to find the Mafia Boss standing over her bed...

Silk tickles my skin, and it takes me a moment to realize itā€™s the blanket sliding off me. I reach for it, still half-asleep, but when I hear a ā€œTsk-tsk,ā€ my body goes rigid and my eyelids fly open.

In the light coming through the sheer window curtains, I see the outline of a man.

Heā€™s huge and standing at the foot of my bed.

ā€œYou left before coffee,ā€ he says casually.

I know who it is. I recognize his voice, his build. His aftershave.

Giovanni Santa Maria.

I sit up, or try to, but he grabs my ankle and tugs on it and stops me.Ā 

I want to cover myself, but the blanket is out of reach, so I lie there, naked. Giovanni smiles. His gaze slowly travels over me.Ā 

ā€œWere you expecting me, or do you always sleep naked?ā€

I kick the leg heā€™s got, but when I do, he tugs me down the bed. Turning me slightly, he spanks my a**.Ā 

ā€œOw!ā€ Heā€™s not smiling when I look back at him.

ā€œYou deserve more than that.ā€

I realize heā€™s not wearing his suit jacket anymore but has his shirt sleeves rolled halfway up his powerful forearms. I wonder how long heā€™s been here watching me. Thereā€™s a dusting of dark hair on his arms, and the only jewelry heā€™s wearing is a heavy, expensive watch.Ā 

ā€œWhat are you doing here?ā€

ā€œOh, come on, donā€™t pretend to be surprised. You knew Iā€™d come.ā€Ā 

He lets me go, and I scramble back up the bed, sit up on my knees, and grab the pillow to cover myself. Giovanni walks patiently around the bed. He switches on the light. I see heā€™s grinning. Moving much faster than I expect, he grabs the pillow from me and tosses it across the room.Ā 

ā€œWhat are you doing?ā€Ā 

ā€œI didnā€™t get to have dessert,ā€ he says, placing one knee on the bed, catching me as I try to scramble off, tugging me into his chest. ā€œNow lie down and spread those beautiful legs, so I can get my dessert.ā€

ā€œYouā€™re a freak!ā€ I scream, shoving at his chest, but he only laughs it off and tosses me on my back onto the bed like I weigh nothing.

I flip over onto my belly to get away, but he easily catches me by the ankle and tugs me flat and this time, presses a knee to my back.

I know I screwed up because he stops. I hear him suck in a breathā€”or maybe that was meā€”because I know what heā€™s looking at.Ā 

It takes me a minute to turn my head to look over my shoulder and see his eyes, his expression dark as he eyes my back, the ugly crisscrossing of lines.

ā€œGet off me," I tell him.

He drags his gaze to mine. ā€œNo,ā€ he says, as he keeps me in place with his knee on my back. He just studies me for a long time. Not touching, not moving, Just taking in every inch of my back. And I feel myself shrinking. Feel his power over me growing.Ā 

I make a sound, wriggle beneath him, but he easily keeps me pinned and ignores me as he trails his fingers along the thin silvery lines that mark me where the skin broke, where my back was opened, and I feel my face burning because itā€™s private, this thing, itā€™s more private than any part of me. And it shows my weakness. And I donā€™t want him to see it. I donā€™t want him to know itā€™s there at all.

ā€œWho hurt you, Emilia?ā€ he asks so quietly Iā€™m almost not sure I hear it...

What readers are saying:Ā 

"A one of a kind read!"Ā ~Goodreads Reviewer

"A deliciously dark, sexually charged, beautifully written love story & oh boy did I fall hard."Ā ~Goodreads ReviewerĀ 

Benedetti Brothers

    1. Salvatore
    2. Dominic
    3. Sergio
    4. Kilian
    5. Giovanni

Amado BrothersĀ 

    1. Dishonorable
    2. Corruptible
    3. Unhinged

Descent: a standalone revisiting the Benedetti World

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