To me, Summer’s everything— all I can see, all I will ever need.
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HE'S FORBIDDEN TO TOUCH ME.
When Carlo catches me taking my clothes off in a strip club, he wants to haul me into my father's office.
I suggest an alternative–one more pleasurable for both of us.
He can handle my punishment. Dominate me the way he's always wanted.
Take care of my needs and, most importantly, keep my secret.
But we're playing with fire.
Every day, I fall a little more for the underboss
and if my father finds out...
It won't just be my future destroyed.
It could mean Carlo's life.
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“Hey guys.” I accept the handshakes from the other men.
“Ah, here’s the guy who’s been keeping secrets.” Vince’s been drinking. He always had a bone to pick with me, acting like I don’t deserve the position I have. He seems to think he ought to be in my shoes. But he’s not that bright and makes bad decisions. Consistently. So even though he’s family, he hasn’t risen in the organization.
“What secrets?” Al’s gaze is sharp.
I shrug. The only thing on my mind is the crazy fucking Russian and forgetting about Summer.
“Why don’t you tell him?”
My lip curls. I’m not in the mood for one of Vince’s challenges tonight. Hell, I’d gladly flatten the bastard. “Tell him what?”
“That you’re fucking his daughter.”
Oh, hell no.
Rage turns my vision to red. Nobody disrespects Summer like that. My body springs into action before thought even registers my decision. Our bodies crash to the floor with a thud, my fist smashing into Vince’s face. “You don’t ever talk about her that way,” I growl through clenched teeth. I deliver another punch to Vince’s jaw twice before I catch a blow to the mouth that busts my lip.
“Get him off.” Don Al’s tone holds heat. Which I guess is better than frost.
Pauly and Bobby haul me up and hold my arms, lifting me to face the Don.
Al walks around from behind the desk, his face a mask of anger. “Is that true?”
I yank my arm out of Pauly’s grasp and wipe blood from my chin with the back of his hand. “I’m not fucking her. We were…” What? What can I possibly say that will keep the don from shooting me?
Al grips my shirt in his fist and yanks me close, his fist cocked. “You were what?”
“I’m in love with her.”
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