Release Date: November 5, 2018
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They say it’s always the one you least expect …
Andino Marcello made his choices—the right ones for duty and famiglia. But even the right choices have consequences. He’s never been more aware of that fact than he is now. The thing is, Andino isn’t the same man he once was. The mafia wants what it wants. He’ll push until they all break. Even her.
They say love shouldn’t hurt …
Haven Murphy needs to move on—from her pain and the man who caused it. But the faster she tries to run, the more things stay the same. She never thought it would end like this for them. The thing is, Haven isn’t the same woman she once was. The heart wants what it wants. She’ll fight until it all lets go. Even him.
How far will he go for love?
All the way to the very bitter end.
That’s his vow.
~ EXCERPT ~
The cold grip of a late February wind clutched at Andino Marcello’s throat even as he tried to flip the collar of his jacket higher to keep it out. Nothing worked—nothing ever worked to keep out that kind
of cold in this fucking city.
They still had another month of this shit to go, too.
Winter wasn’t going to let up until it had ravaged New York with one cold blast
after another, even if it was the last day of February.
Usually, he didn’t mind the weather as much as he did
this winter. He could ignore the cold, and get lost in work, or something else.
This year was not shaking out to be quite the same. So was his fucking life
lately.
A giant dumpster fire.
A lot like his mood, too.
Andino grunted at the enforcer who held open the
restaurant door for him to slip inside. On another day, he might have given the
man a nod or thanks. Not to-fucking-day. All he wanted to do was get this
goddamn meeting over with, and go home.
He wasn’t even planning to work.
Andino was acutely aware of the eyes that fell on him as
he entered the business. Men from his family, and men from another neighboring
New York Cosa Nostra. Although, where the Marcello family hated the Calabrese
organization, they tolerated the Donati crime family.
It probably helped that Dante had finally accepted the
fact his daughter was going to be with Cross Donati whether her father liked it
or not. Andino gave it less than six months before his cousin married the cocky
Donati fucker—everybody got to have their happily ever after.
Except him, apparently.
He was still alone.
Haven still wasn’t his.
And all for what?
Andino glanced around the restaurant, and the men waiting
on him to come in and take a seat, so they could begin this meeting. Apparently,
he gave her up for this.
This life.
His family.
The legacy.
Duty.
He didn’t want to be bitter about it, but that was
difficult. Harder than he expected it to be, frankly. The problem was—nobody
gave a damn, and he couldn’t find it in himself to let them know how he felt.
Not yet, anyway.
No man in this life wanted the people around him to know
he was struggling emotionally, or with something silly like love. Or the loss
of it, for that matter. It was a simple weakness for someone to pick at, or
hone in on. Andino wasn’t in the business of showcasing his weaknesses like
badges of honor for someone else to use as fucking target practice. He was
still intended to be the boss.
The boss couldn’t be emotional.
Or so he was told.
Besides, they had bigger problems to deal with at the
moment than his feelings. Too many issues to name. Every single one started and
ended with the fucking Calabrese family, and the fact John had killed their
boss.
Surprise, surprise.
It was a mess waiting to happen.
Why was anyone shocked?
“The roads are terrible,” Andino grumbled under his
breath as he took a seat beside his quiet uncle. Dante hadn’t asked, but the
quirking of the man’s eyebrow was enough for him to silently ask, Where the
fuck were you? “The storm picked up.”
“Should make for a fun drive home,” his father said
across the table.
Andino shrugged. “That’s February for you.”
He didn’t miss the look that passed between his father,
and his other uncle, Lucian. Andino had been in a mood for days, and it wasn’t
about to change anytime soon. He couldn’t fucking shake it, no matter how hard
he tried. He was grateful that, for the most part, the men around him who knew
him well chose not to ask.
That made shit easier.
On him, at least.
“Shall we get started?” Dante asked.
Andino nodded. “Yeah, let’s start.”
“We need to figure out a way to handle the Calabrese,”
his uncle said. “We all need to come to some agreement that will clean up this
mess—preferably in a peaceful manner.”
“Their violence is escalating,” Giovanni added.
“They’re directly targeting Capos, or their crews,”
Lucian said.
Andino sighed, and scrubbed a hand down his face. They
all offered this information as though he didn’t know it to begin with. Like
he’d had his fucking head shoved under sand for the last while, and pretended
that he didn’t know what was happening out on the streets.
He was the underboss.
He got the calls.
He handled the Capos.
“I know what’s going on,” Andino snapped. “And I’m aware
that we need to figure something out to handle the fucking Calabrese.”
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They say heavy is the head that wears the crown …
Andino Marcello’s world is turned upside down when he becomes the next heir apparent to the Marcello empire. He was comfortable in his place as a Capo, but comfort is for the weak in the world of mafioso. The boss’s seat is waiting. It takes meeting a tattooed beauty who has no idea who Andino is or the criminal legacy he now carries beneath his three-piece suits, and charming smile for him to finally bend the rules set out for him. That doesn’t mean he can keep her.
They say things that never challenge you won’t change you …
Haven Murphy is doing her own thing, and she does it well. The owner of a successful Brooklyn strip club, she makes it her only goal to never fail. She’s just trying to live her life when a morning jog puts her face to face with a man that will change the direction of her life with a single conversation. She knows there’s a dark side to him beyond his good looks, and three-piece suits, but it’s hard for her to care when she wants him. That doesn’t mean he can be hers.
He’s going to break her heart; she’s going to keep his.
Because duty waits on no one.
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