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Chapter One
Gio
The man whose throat my fingers are wrapped around, his back pushed against the wall leaving him nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, has the typical look on his face that I’ve grown so accustomed to in these situations.
Regret.
He’s realizing very quickly that I’m going to fuck him up, and enjoy every second while I do. His bitch ass ‘friends’ are smart enough to stand back and just let me do it, too. Even if they didn’t have a group of guns trained on them right now they probably aren’t stupid enough to pretend to grow some balls, step up, and think they have any chance of fucking with me. The annoyance on my face clearly telegraphs I don’t have time for this bullshit today…from anyone.
My fingers wrap tighter around the man’s windpipe and a choking sound comes gurgles in his throat while his face turns bright purple, the effeminate shade suiting him to a T.
“Gio. Sir…you might want to let him breathe,” Jimmy says to my left. “He needs to be able to tell us what we want to know.”
I manage to relax my grip and the stupid prick slumps to the floor like the spineless coward he is. I look down at him and spit.
His men tense again, but like before they’re smart enough not to try anything stupid, which they know will result in an immediate ride on the highway to hell courtesy of a bullet to the brain.
“Did I make my fucking point?” I snarl. The man moans, not even attempting a coherent response, and I give him a swift kick in the ribs to punctuate that I’m not here to waste my time waiting for an answer. I am not playing games.
“Next Tuesday. Ten a.m.” The man groans. Perfect. That’s the shipment that will bring in enough cash to buy what I need.
I lean down again. “Now was that so hard?” Nodding at my guys, I quickly turn and walk towards my car. That guy thought he was coming here for a friendly meeting and had no idea he was about to get his ass kicked by the Terror of Tuscany. At first it sounded like a kid’s nickname to me and I dismissed it out of hand. But somehow it stuck, and I’ve grown to like it and the reputation of fear it carries with it.
“Set everything up,” I bark at Jimmy. “We just need a few guys.” Something like a shipment getting taken over wasn’t anything difficult. Most of the time the guys just give it up without a fight, and nobody will care enough to even send the cops after us.
It’s a living.
“Let’s get out of here. I told my Dad I’d be there when his girl arrives.” Jimmy jumps into the driver’s seat and we peel out quickly. Life as a gang leader along with trying to balance a home life is always a juggling act. Even though my Dad knows exactly what I do, he’s good at understanding and maintaining separation.
He’s got that whole normal life thing going on.
I’m the only child from his first marriage, my mother having never been in the picture unlike this new woman in his life, who’s apparently his girlfriend, and who very clearly does seem intent on sticking around because the two of them are so happy together.
Good for them, and for me, because now that they’re moving in together today it means I won’t have to be around so much.
My dad’s new woman has a daughter who’s apparently moving in as well. She’ll probably see me as an older uncle or something along those lines, not that I really care. All I care about is not being expected to introduce her to my friends. I have too much to handle already without some young girl getting my guys all horny and distracted. Fuck that.
We pull into the round driveway and as soon as I get out it hits me like a punch to the face. There’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen standing in the doorway, looking like she just stepped out of one of my fantasies, not that I have the time or inclination to waste time thinking about women these days.
But damn.
Sucking in a sharp, uncontrollable breath I try and get air to my brain before I pass out. My chest tightens, feeling like I just got hit squarely with a baseball bat…and that’s no hyperbole because I know exactly what that feels like in real life.
She looks young, almost too young if I wasn’t so insanely turned on by the innocent little doe-eyed look she’s sporting. Petite frame, sexy little gravity-defying breasts and round enough hips to make me think about grabbing onto them while she rides my cock as I fill her with my spend. Clearly those hips are wide enough to bear me a son.
What the literal fuck? Children are not on the agenda. Ever.
But her…she…this angelic creature. I shake my head, trying to get the ridiculous thought of a man like me ever having a family out of my head. The idea is so ludicrous it’s never even entered my mind for a single second before. Never.
But one look at her long blonde hair, so perfect for fisting my hand into and pulling while I spank that sexy little peach-shaped ass from behind.
And the way she’s looking at me, intrigue mixed with fear, has my cock twitching in my pants demanding to break free and be buried so deep inside her it would take the Jaws of Life to pull us apart.
The smell of her fear emanating from her is the most potent aphrodisiac known to man and it’s because of me and only me. How could she not be scared when I’m at least a foot taller and outweigh her by a solid hundred pounds of sculpted muscle?
“Who the fuck isthat?” Jimmy says. “Damn.”
Without thinking my hand flies across the console and I fist his lapel…hard…jerking him toward me as I force his face inches from mine. A primal growl rumbles from deep within my chest as spittle bubbles up at the corners of my mouth. My nostrils flare as I lose all ability to reason, briefly considering turning on one of my own men, which is something you never do in my line of ‘work’.
