Only one thing can disarm Chicago's deadliest man—the way she says his name.
Massimo
As the Bagliateri Famiglia's enforcer, I'm the deadliest man in Chicago. I never miss, never hesitate, never lose control.
Unless my boss’s daughter is nearby.
One glimpse of her and my tongue freezes, I trip over my own feet, my hands drop whatever I’m holding. Including my loaded Glock.
For three long years, I've kept my distance from Carly, surrounded myself with women nothing like her. I let her believe I hate her.
All because she's promised to a rival Famiglia’s don. Even thinking about her breaks a rule.
But the rules don't cover everything. I overhear her fiancé insulting her? That costs him two of his men. He mocks the lisp that drives me crazy? Make it three.
And if a few of her belongings have found their way into my apartment over the years… they're mine now. They're the closest I'll ever get to having her in my bedroom.
That is, until I'm ordered to babysit her for the weekend.
Joey Bags thinks this is a punishment and that I'll hand her back Monday morning.
Instead, I'll start a war.
Carly
The one thing I asked for in exchange for agreeing to marry a man twenty years older than me was to finish my physics degree. Now my fiancé thinks he can make me drop out.
We’ll see about that.
Hypothesis: the Falco Famiglia don won't accept a ruined bride.
Experiment: borrow one of the guards for the night.
Results: catastrophic.
I'm disowned, discarded, and dumped for the weekend on Massimo—who obviously hates me.
Except… recent data collection suggests otherwise.
He's not glaring at me in disgust, he's memorizing my every move. He's not giving me the silent treatment, he's completely tongue-tied around me.
The man who can't even say my name can't keep his hands—or his mouth—off my little feet. And I really like it. The other stuff too. A lot.
Updated hypothesis: Massimo will never let me go.
Time to test my new theory.
For science.
In the explosive finale of The Famiglia series, some old favorites (yes, Damiano) return with their chaos, and some others won't survive to the last page.
70K words; dual POV, spicy mafia romance featuring a morally grey alpha male who's over-the-top obsessed with his STEM virgin bride. Competence kink from both MCs. He falls first, touch her and die, he steals her stuff, years of pining, one bed (but it's a couch), and some foot stuff.
Interconnected standalone with a HEA, best read in order.
Genre: Romance
Massimo
As the Bagliateri Famiglia's enforcer, I'm the deadliest man in Chicago. I never miss, never hesitate, never lose control.
Unless my boss’s daughter is nearby.
One glimpse of her and my tongue freezes, I trip over my own feet, my hands drop whatever I’m holding. Including my loaded Glock.
For three long years, I've kept my distance from Carly, surrounded myself with women nothing like her. I let her believe I hate her.
All because she's promised to a rival Famiglia’s don. Even thinking about her breaks a rule.
But the rules don't cover everything. I overhear her fiancé insulting her? That costs him two of his men. He mocks the lisp that drives me crazy? Make it three.
And if a few of her belongings have found their way into my apartment over the years… they're mine now. They're the closest I'll ever get to having her in my bedroom.
That is, until I'm ordered to babysit her for the weekend.
Joey Bags thinks this is a punishment and that I'll hand her back Monday morning.
Instead, I'll start a war.
Carly
The one thing I asked for in exchange for agreeing to marry a man twenty years older than me was to finish my physics degree. Now my fiancé thinks he can make me drop out.
We’ll see about that.
Hypothesis: the Falco Famiglia don won't accept a ruined bride.
Experiment: borrow one of the guards for the night.
Results: catastrophic.
I'm disowned, discarded, and dumped for the weekend on Massimo—who obviously hates me.
Except… recent data collection suggests otherwise.
He's not glaring at me in disgust, he's memorizing my every move. He's not giving me the silent treatment, he's completely tongue-tied around me.
The man who can't even say my name can't keep his hands—or his mouth—off my little feet. And I really like it. The other stuff too. A lot.
Updated hypothesis: Massimo will never let me go.
Time to test my new theory.
For science.
In the explosive finale of The Famiglia series, some old favorites (yes, Damiano) return with their chaos, and some others won't survive to the last page.
70K words; dual POV, spicy mafia romance featuring a morally grey alpha male who's over-the-top obsessed with his STEM virgin bride. Competence kink from both MCs. He falls first, touch her and die, he steals her stuff, years of pining, one bed (but it's a couch), and some foot stuff.
Interconnected standalone with a HEA, best read in order.
Genre: Romance
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