Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Saylor’s world just went up in flames. As a no-nonsense arms dealer, she’s furious when her latest cache of weapons is stolen right from her warehouse. She tracks down the culprits, only to find a mafia henchman parked outside their hideout. Desperate and out of time, she does the she carjacks him at gunpoint.
Their alliance is probably an accident waiting to happen. Forced to work together to reach a common goal, Anthony and Saylor soon realize the job is far more complicated—and dangerous—than either of them first imagined. In a world trust is a deadly gamble, they’ll have to navigate a maze of deception and betrayal, all while trying to keep each other alive.
In the end, clumsy or not, Anthony might be the only one Saylor can rely on—and the only man capable of stealing her heart.
** All the books in this series can be read as stand alone *
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CHAPTER ONE
Anthony
“For fuck’s sake,” I growled. I’d whacked my toe against the leg of my bed as I stumbled out just a few hours after I’d crashed as the sun was streaking across the sky. “Damnit,” I hissed when I looked down and saw blood dripping across the wood floors. “What else?” I grumbled as I walked into the bathroom, trailing blood drops behind me.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, squinting at the butterfly strips that were holding the skin on my forehead together, wondering if I could rip them off, or if Salvatore would give me endless shit about it if it was too soon.
Sighing, I turned away and left them alone, turning on the shower, and sticking my foot under the spray until the water went from red to pink to, finally, clear.
I’d not only managed to slice the edge of the toe on the corner of my bed, I’d pushed the toenail up off the bed too.
I climbed in for a quick shower before hopping out and doing a hasty job of patching it up before making my way to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee, and check my phone.
Four missed calls from Emilio.
“Where have you been?” my brother answered on the first ring.
“Sleeping,” I admitted. “I was out till dawn,” I told him as I poured some brownie batter coffee creamer into my coffee that, if anyone asked, I claimed I kept in the fridge for my sisters. It wasn’t even partially true. But it was better than dealing with the endless ragging the guys in the Family would give me if they found out I just liked it.
“Doing what?”
“Working,” I told him.
“Working for who?” he asked.
“Miko needed a hand,” I admitted, trying not to let bitterness slip into my words.
Miko worked for Cosimo. Who gave Miko a fuckton of responsibility. While my brother still insisted that I basically act as a doorman for the rest of the capos in the Family. Despite officially working for the Family since I was fucking eighteen-years-old.
“Did you clear it with Lorenzo?” Emilio asked.
“Why the fuck would I need to clear it with Lorenzo?” I asked. “The job was already cleared with him through Miko and Cosimo.”
“You’re in a good mood,” Emilio said as I heard Avery in the background, telling him to be nice.
“You’re the one giving me the third-degree first thing in the morning,” I reminded him.
As a whole, Emilio was a pretty laid-back guy.
Except when it came to me.
We rarely managed to talk about anything involving the Family without it devolving into some sort of argument.
On his part, he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to reflect badly on him.
On mine, I wanted him to accept that I was a capable member of this organization who deserved more responsibility.
“Why were you calling?” I asked, walking back to the fridge to pull open the freezer, curious if I had any of the breakfast sandwiches my mother had made and left for me while I was working one day, ignoring the way my damn toe was throbbing with each step I took.
“Lorenzo wants to see you,” he said.
“I thought he had Nero sitting on his door ever since all that shit went down,” I said, thinking of how epic of a fuck-up that was, and how his punishment was to be forced to take over my usual job for a few weeks or months.
This so-called punishment was the reason Miko had reached out to me. I was sure he would prefer taking Nero, his younger brother, with him. In lieu of him, I was probably the only other member of the Family who was free on short notice.