Title: Screwing the Mob
Author: Kristen Luciani
Genre: Mafia Romance
Publication Date: June 12th, 2018
Cover Designer: Dark City Designs Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author and momtrepreneur with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intendedâ¦
You have a lot of responsibilities now, Nico.
My grandfatherâs voice drifts back into my conscious. Iâd love to have a few more minutes with him to figure out why the hell he ever got involved with this shit in the first place.
I want it all, but can I have it all? Thatâs the magic question, one I have yet to answer for myself. Seems like any direction I go will lead to a dead end. And someoneâs gonna have the barrel of a gun pointed directly at me.
Shaye is right. I love what I do. I love having the freedom to make decisions, to build businesses from scratch and watch the money pour into them as time passes. I love having people at my beck and call, people who are anxious to do me favors because they sense the power and control I have â things that they want for themselves, things they know I can provide them. I love knowing that I can do whatever I please and get whatever I want at any time. Iâve worked my ass off for those privileges, and they donât come cheap. Iâve done my time. Iâve watched and learned. Iâve been groomed for this position. People put a lot of trust and faith in my ability to make them money, and I never disappoint.
But despite everything Iâve achieved, I know thereâs always someone lurking, positioned to pull the rug out from under me because he thinks he can do it better. I pay for protection, just as my father does, but that doesnât mean someone elseâs money isnât just as green. Loyalty is fleeting. If someone comes along with a grand plan and a hell of a lot of cash behind him, my good looks and charm wonât be able to protect my position for too long.
Grandpa made sure to keep me front and center, letting everyone know, in no uncertain terms, that his protÃ©gÃ© would eventually carry on his legacy. But for as strong as I appear to be, I know Iâm vulnerable. We all are. All it takes is one bullet and someone with a motive.