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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)

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Betsy and Ink are hosting a Fourth of July barbeque for all of the Iron Shadows members and their Littles.

Betsy is stressing herself out getting everything ready. While Autumn and Brody get themselves into a small bit of trouble.
And so do Baron, Royal, and Zippy.

Fireworks, friendships, and the Fox.
What can go wrong?

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FOX, BRODY, AND AUTUMN

What face should a person wear to a Fourth of July BBQ?

Hmm, should he be a pale blonde? Maybe with a crooked nose? Or should he go darker this time, perhaps with a streak of gray in his hair? Or use one of his more known disguises?

The Fox heard a sound from behind him. Turning, he saw Brody standing just outside the room.

“Pup, what are you doing in the shadows?” he asked. “Come here.”

His baby should never hide.

Brody practically skipped his way into the room, tripping over a table leg. The Fox quickly got up and grabbed him before he could fall.

He gathered him close, breathing him in. His need for Brody and Autumn never seemed to wane. If anything, it got stronger every day.

Strange for a man who’d always believed that he was incapable of love.

“Be careful, Pup,” he scolded. “You’re going to hurt yourself, and then you won’t be able to go to the barbecue.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to go?” Brody asked in a quiet voice.

“You don’t want to go?” he asked, confused. Brody and Autumn been asking to go to this picnic at Ink and Betsy’s house for weeks now.

So he thought it was what they wanted.

“I thought you liked fireworks. And food. And friends. And picnics. Don’t you like those things?”

“I do,” Brody replied. “But I don’t want to go if it puts you in danger. That would just be selfish.”

His sweet boy was always looking out for everyone else. But didn’t he know that the Fox would never do anything to put his Pup or Bunny in danger?

And there was no one who could go up against the Fox and win.

“Everything will be fine,” the Fox reassured him. “I’d never let the two of you go if there was any risk.”

Brody nodded but he still looked a bit nervous, so the Fox cupped his chin with his hand.

“Hey, if you don’t want to go, then we won’t go,” the Fox reassured him.

“No,” Brody said. “It’s not that I don’t want to go, I do. I just would never want to lose you.”

“You won’t ever lose me,” the Fox told him firmly. “And if I thought there was any risk, then none of us would be going. So leave the worrying to me. That’s my job.”

“Well, I think we get to worry about you too.”

“Hmm. Let me think about that.” The Fox shook his head. “No, you don’t. That’s my job. So stop worrying. Right now.”

Brody rolled his eyes and the Fox tightened his hold on his chin.

“Are you rolling your eyes at me, Pup?” he drawled. “Now that seems like a naughty thing to do, doesn’t it? If you’re going to insist on worrying, perhaps I need to distract you.”

Brody swallowed heavily and for the first time looked slightly nervous.

As he should be.

The Fox sat back in his chair and widened his legs, then he pointed at the floor between his feet.

“Kneel here, Pup,” he ordered.

Brody kneeled between his feet and gazed up at the Fox who cupped his chin once more. The Fox ran his thumb over Brody’s full lips and then pressed it into his mouth running it up and down his tongue.

Desire filled Brody’s face.

The Fox didn’t believe in luck. He believed that if you wanted something, you did whatever it took to get it.

Which is exactly what he’d done when he’d decided he wanted Autumn and Brody.

He’d made it happen.

And now they were his.

Forever.

“Now, you know it’s my job to worry about the two of you and not the other way around. So the fact that you keep arguing with me must mean that you need some attention.”

Brody tried to shake his head but the Fox had a firm grasp on his face so it only moved around half an inch.

“No? You don’t think so?” the Fox asked. “Maybe I should give you a spanking for doubting my ability to look after us all.”

Brody’s eyes widened and he made a noise of denial.

“Perhaps I should put your mouth to another use? That’s not a bad idea. It will help you calm down, won’t it? I know what you need.”

Brody’s shoulders dropped and hunger lit up his eyes. The Fox congratulated himself for working out what his Pup needed. Not that there was ever any doubt in his mind that he would. He was awesome at this Daddy Dom stuff.

And he knew exactly what his Pup needed at all times.

“Undo my pants and pull out my cock,” he commanded.

Brody’s hands were trembling slightly as he did as ordered and he fumbled a bit with the Fox’s cock as he drew it out. He stared down at the Fox’s dick for a long moment before glancing up.

“What next, Sir?” he asked.

“Lick your tongue across the head,” the Fox ordered. Jesus, his balls were already tight and ready to explode just from watching Brody glide his tongue over the head of his dick.

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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)

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He left Richton to become a star. He's coming back to face the one he never forgot.

Oliver Hart
A well-known, leading Hollywood heartthrob is suddenly on the downslide.
Gossip and whispers of trouble follow him these days.
His latest project is yanked away, and a new role is offered to him.
One that sends him back home to the small town of Richton.
To the location of his greatest regret.
To where she is.

Kassie Brennan
The girl he once loved.
The one he left behind.
How will she react when she discovers he’s there?
Closer than either one of them realized?
Can the past stay in the past?
Or will their hearts decide their future?

Author’s Note: Get ready to fall all over again — for the Hollywood heartbreaker who never forgot the girl he left behind, and the woman still guarding the heart he once held. Small town. Big feelings. Second chances don't come easy — but some loves were always meant to find their way home

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OLIVER

Istopped at the top of the stairs, taking a deep breath for courage before walking into my agent’s office.

Annie Stillwell was etched in faded lettering on the upper glass of the door. I knew without a doubt she was inside, waiting at her desk, impatient and growing more so every minute that passed while I chose to hang out in the hallway.

If I were brave enough, I would run.

But she’d find me.

I plastered a smile on my face and walked in, her assistant, Carmen looking up from her computer. The inside of the office looked like a set from a 1950s movie. An old wooden coffee table, piled high with out-of-date magazines, sat in the middle of a grouping of lumpy chairs where hopefuls would wait to see if Annie would accept them as a client and help launch their careers. Worn wallpaper, holding years of smoke and witness to many tears, disappointments, and deals. It never changed and was in total contrast to the sleek desk and computers where Carmen sat on the other side of the room. Behind her, file cabinets stuffed with contracts, scripts, proposals, and God only knew what else, burst the seams, some of the drawers barely shutting, while others were open, their chaotic contents visible.

I met Carmen’s eyes. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Stow it, pretty boy. You’re late, and she’s already in a mood.”

“It’s barely past seven in the morning,” I protested. “Why the hell I had to be here so early is beyond me.”

She shook her head. “So clueless.”

“I could come back at another time,” I offered. “Meet her for lunch at her club, maybe.”

Martinis usually put Annie in a better mood.

“Nope.” Carmen popped the word decisively. “She’s waiting. Get in there.”

I sighed and headed toward a heavy wooden door. Annie had had it installed specially—plus had the office soundproofed. She liked her privacy when doing a deal or ripping her talent a new one.

I had a feeling today’s meeting was the latter.

I knocked and waited for the usual “In!” growled in her signature pit bull voice.

I stepped in, shutting the door behind me.

“You called and requested my presence?” I quipped, hoping to keep things light.

Annie glanced up, observing me over her thick tortoiseshell glasses. I had no idea exactly how old she was. Late sixties, I assumed from her history. Gossipers insisted she was much older. Some whispered the words “ancient” and “deal with Satan” that kept her alive and thriving. If that was the case, Satan was no doubt exhausted having to handle her. I’d given up trying to find out. When it came to her private life, she was a vault.

Her dark eyes were shrewd and sharp. They regarded me as if seeing a bug she wanted to squash under her no-nonsense pumps. Her stares were legendary. Rumors were she often made Hollywood execs cry with her silent glares. God knew how many wannabes left here in tears.

She refused to comment.

Her silver hair was pulled back in her usual thick knot on the top of her head. I had never seen it in any other fashion. Nor, I believed, had another living person. Her makeup was minimal, except her lips, which were scarlet red—another signature for her. She had a surprisingly sexy mouth, with full, pouty lips that rarely smiled and belied the words that often spilled from them.

There was nothing soft about those.

And hanging from the right side of her mouth was a cigarette holder. No actual cigarette since she’d given them up, but only the holder. It was always there. I found it impressive that she could talk, eat, and drink without removing it. I’d tried to imitate her actions for a role once and failed miserably. Food fell out. Liquid spewed forth. My voice sounded as if I had a speech impediment.

But it was part of her, and her favorite trick was inhaling her vape and letting the mist out through the cigarette holder, swirling around her head as she glared at you.

Or, currently, me.

“Finally showed up,” she huffed.

“It’s barely dawn.”

“In your little world. I’ve been at this since five.”

I sat down, waiting.

She studied me, inhaling another lungful of her e-cig. I’d warned her again and again they were as bad for her as cigarettes, but she refused to listen. And once Annie made up her mind, there was no changing it.

“What the fuck is going on with you, Oliver?”

I cleared my throat, but she carried on. She stood, rounding the desk and leaning on the old wooden edge, worn from years of being a prop.

“My golden boy, suddenly gone rogue.”

I scoffed. “Hardly.”

She held up her hand. “Two flops. Arthouse films I told you not to work on.”

“I wanted to do something different,” I argued. “And I believed in them. I had no idea what was going to happen.”

She shook her head. “You are a rom-com leading man. That is what you do, and you do it well.” She paused, the cigarette holder vibrating in irritation. “Or you used to.”

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Beautiful Things Obey (Beautiful Things #1) Read Online T.L. Smith, Penny Dee http://www.wownovels.com/beautiful-things-obey-beautiful-things-1-read-online-t-l-smith-penny-dee Sun, 16 Aug 2026 18:32:24 +0000 https://www.wownovels.com/beautiful-things-obey-beautiful-things-1-read-online-t-l-smith-penny-dee Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Authors: Penny Dee, T.L. Smith Series: Beautiful Things Series by T.L. Smith
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Three authors. Two morally grey characters. One deadly world.

In the silence of the morgue, she fixes what violence ruins. Bullet wounds disappear beneath careful stitching. Evidence vanishes. Secrets are buried with the dead. Every crew in the city relies on her.

All except one.

The largest. The most powerful. The one even other criminals fear.

She has spent years avoiding them.

Until the night their leader walks through her doors.

He does not shout. He does not threaten. He simply watches her work, calm, immaculate, disturbingly intrigued. When he tells her she will be working for him from now on, it sounds less like a request and more like fate closing in.

She refuses.

He returns.

Again.
And again.
And again.

The more she resists, the more fascinated he becomes. He calls her extraordinary. Says her talent is wasted on small men with smaller ambitions. Says beautiful things belong in powerful hands.

He thinks she will bend.

He has no idea she has been surrounded by monsters her entire life and survived them all.

Written consecutively by three authors meaning every twist, betrayal, and obsession forced the next writer deeper into the dark

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LEONORE

The dead never bothered me. It was the living who made a mess. It’s one of the reasons I chose this work. Above all things, I enjoy it. To the normal person, that sounds weird, but not to me. The music blasts through the speakers that I had installed when I took over this place more than four years ago. My assistant walks in with her noise-canceling headphones and her chocolate hair tied up in a bun on her head because she said she’s sensitive to sound, when in reality, Tori just hates my music. Her hands fold over one another as she stands on the opposite side of the stainless steel table. She looks at the body, chest split open, as I begin to stitch it up, humming to the music, in my happy place.

My music suddenly goes quiet as she presses a button and removes her headphones.

“Time of death?” she asks, her face slightly pale. She hates coming in here, but I pay her well. And despite how much she detests it here, or even working the night shift, she does it without fail. I went through two employees before finally landing on Tori. She has a smart mouth, which I appreciate and need, considering who I work for. Not only is she efficient but most importantly, she’s discreet.

“Two hours ago,” I tell her, looking over my handiwork so far. “Give or take.” I shrug.

She swallows hard, her gaze sweeping over the body again of a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties. “Give or take,” she repeats with a grim expression. I get it. For most people, looking down at a dead body is unsettling, but I’m the opposite. Each body that arrives in my morgue is like a new puzzle. “They’re waiting for you,” Tori says, visibly uncomfortable.

I sigh, annoyed that they’re already encroaching on my fun.

Tying off the final suture and wiping my hands, I peel off the gloves. Officially, the man lying on my table choked on his own blood during a robbery gone wrong. Unofficially, he was executed in the back seat of his car by someone who knew exactly where to aim.

After disposing of the gloves, I catch my reflection in the stainless steel bins as I walk out to where I know they’re waiting. My long, deep-plum hair is pulled back in a braid so it stays out of my way, and my scrubs are black, which is fitting, really. Glancing away, I push open the door to find four men in the receiving room, all dressed in black, guns hidden beneath their tailored jackets—the Hayes crew, the third strongest family in the city. I watch as Cian slides an envelope across the counter in greeting.

“You did good work,” he says with a smirk. Cian knows he’s attractive, and every time he comes in, he looks at me a little too long with rich brown eyes that are anything but kind.

Most women probably melt under attention like that. Maybe that’s why he does it, because he is used to people folding for him. But not me. His attention doesn’t make me nervous. It irritates me more than anything. The arrogance of it. The way he acts like every look is calculated, every word designed to chip away at me until I finally crack open for him.

“I know.” I don’t need him to tell me I do good work. When I don’t make a move to touch the money, he makes a point to lean his elbows on the counter so he is a little closer to me. I don’t back up. I stay exactly where I am. He always tries to unravel me, but it hasn’t worked yet.

His eyes flutter to the money, and he looks back at me.

“You don’t want it?” he asks.

Without a second thought, I open the drawer in front of me and slide the envelope inside without counting it.

He smirks. “You trust I gave you the right amount?” he asks as he pushes off the counter.

I don’t like Cian. He’s the kind of man who stares at himself in the window reflection a little too long. With his dark hair and custom suits, he looks like he should own the room when he walks in. But he doesn’t.

I don’t hide the contempt on my face.

Cian tips his head at me when I don’t answer. One thing I know for certain about men like Cian is that they like the chase and the game, so I simply don’t play. They’ll get bored trying soon enough.

A smile twitches at his lips, but he has the better sense to leave with his men. I watch them as they walk through the door and wait to see the headlights on the car disappear before I walk into the back room where Tori’s office is.

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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)

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In the dusty heart of Rootstown Creek, Lila Shaw returned home to settle the ranch she never wanted and finally put the past behind her.

Fourteen years earlier, she had sworn she would never come back. Then her father died and left her the one thing she never wanted: the family ranch and all the painful memories that came with it.

She never expected Ryder Kane to still be there.

Once, he'd been the quiet boy who always appeared when she needed him most. Now, he was a scarred, brooding cowboy with rough hands, haunted eyes, and a devotion so fierce that time had never managed to weaken it.

For years, Ryder had protected the ranch, repaired what was broken, and watched over the life Lila had left behind. While she’d been running from the past, he’d been preserving it for her.

But some secrets refused to stay buried, and the truth about the darkest chapter of Lila's childhood threatened to destroy the fragile future they were building together.

Because the man who had always protected her had been keeping one devastating secret of his own.

And Lila had to decide whether she could trust the cowboy who had loved her enough to sacrifice everything for her

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The first thing I noticed when I crossed into Rootstown Creek was how little had changed.

The same rusted sign leaned beside the county road, white paint so faded the town’s name had nearly disappeared. Endless stretches of dry grass rolled under a pale blue sky. Barbed-wire fences cut across the land, their posts crooked from years of wind and punishing winters.

Even the dust looked familiar.

It rose behind my car in a thick brown cloud, swallowing the road and everything I’d left behind.

I kept both hands locked around the steering wheel as the town appeared in the distance. Gas station. Feed store. The narrow church steeple stabbing up above the rooftops. Rootstown Creek had always been too small to hide in and too isolated to escape without everyone knowing exactly why you left.

I hadn’t been back in fourteen years. Not since the morning my father loaded my suitcases into the bed of his truck and drove me to the bus station two towns over. He stood there with his arms folded, making sure I understood there would be no coming back once I stepped onto that bus.

I’d believed him.

Then he died and left me the one thing I never wanted. The ranch.

A lawyer’s letter had arrived three weeks ago telling me Dwayne Shaw had driven his truck off a mountain road. The vehicle broke through a guardrail, rolled down an embankment, and caught fire. No funeral. No service. Just ashes and a key to the prison I’d escaped years ago.

The sheriff's report called it an accident, but people in a town as small as Rootstown Creek always had something to say. Some blamed the weather, but others blamed the bottle that had followed my father around for most of his life.

Either way, no one seemed particularly surprised.

And because of all that, I told myself selling it would be simple.

Drive in, sign the papers, clear out the house, and leave Rootstown Creek in the dust for good. Then I’d be out of here.

But the moment I turned onto the dirt road leading to the ranch, that lie started to crack.

The Kane Ranch bordered ours along the western fence line. Theirs had always been bigger, cleaner, and better kept. I tried not to think about Ryder Kane as the house came into view. The white siding had yellowed. Shutters hung crooked beside dirty windows, and weeds strangled the rosebushes my mother planted before she died.

The porch steps still leaned to the left, and the dent in the gutter above my old bedroom window was still there. Everything waited exactly as I’d left it, like the land itself had been holding its breath for fourteen years.

A cold shiver crawled over my skin.

I parked and killed the engine but didn’t move. Silence pressed in, broken only by the ticking of the cooling engine. I stared at the front door and the faint kick-mark near the bottom where my father had split the wood in a drunken rage looking for me one night.

That memory came back in a rush. I remembered crouching behind the kitchen table, hands over my mouth, heart hammering while his boots thundered through the house after he’d broken back in. I’d escaped through the back door, barefoot and bleeding, and ran straight across the pasture.

Straight to Ryder.

Whenever my father started drinking, I'd find Ryder somewhere on the Kane Ranch. He never asked questions. He'd just hand me a bottle of water, and let me stay until it was safe to go home.

I shoved the memories down, grabbed my purse, and forced myself out of the car. The keys felt heavy in my hand, and the front door groaned open. I stood frozen in the entryway. The smell hit me hard. Dust, old wood, stale cigarette smoke, and old resentment soaked into the walls.

But it wasn’t the complete disaster I’d expected. The scuffed recliner still sat angled toward the outdated TV, and a few newspapers lay scattered across the table beside it. The overflowing ashtray was gone, and the thick dust I’d braced myself for was only a faint film.

I moved through the rooms slowly, opening windows to let warm, fresh air push inside and stir the ghosts. For the next two hours, I drifted from space to space, touching almost nothing. A couple of dishes sat by the sink, clean and dry like someone had just washed them.

Upstairs, my childhood bedroom had been turned into a storage space with boxes stacked against the walls more neatly than I expected, an old saddle resting on the mattress, and even the floor looked recently swept. There was no way my father had kept this place even halfway clean. He’d always been a slob. I’d been the one scrubbing, cooking, and picking up after him while he sat drunk in front of old reruns.

So who had?

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PACK RULE #12: ALWAYS SATISFY YOUR MATE.
The beautiful single mom has a secret.
It's not why she walked away from an IndyCar pit crew job.

Or the reason she chose Cooper Valley when she could work anywhere in the world.
It's that her five-year-old son smells like a wolf.

My alpha wants to know what she might be hiding. I don't care about that.
My wolf made the call: She's my mate. That means the pup is mine too, blood or not.

Except I've got a rep as the cockiest, most brazen rodeo player in three counties.

She takes one look at me and decides I’m good for exactly one thing. Fine by me. I'll take it.

We strike a bargain: I'm the only one who gets to touch her.
No labels. No strings. Just heat, and as much of me and what I can give her.
Every night I have her, I'm winning. Every time she lets her guard down, I'm in a little deeper.

She thinks I'm too young to want forever. She's about to find out exactly how wrong she is.

She's mine. The pup's mine. And I don't intend to let either go.

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CLIO

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Oof! There was nothing like having a twenty-pound tire tossed to you by your five-year-old.

Yeah, five-year-old.

“Here, Mommy.” JT cocked the next tire.

“Five more seconds, baby.” Six years working as a race car pit crew member meant I could change a set of wheels by myself in about sixty seconds.

I zipped through tightening the lug nuts on the first one, turned, and caught the airborne Michelin XZX with another oof. “Ow. Too hard for Mommy. Don’t put so much strength into your throws.”

“Oops. Sor-ry,” JT sing-songed as he hefted the next one overhead.

“And you know if Mr. Ernie was here, this would be a no-no.”

“I know!” JT’s exasperated sigh made me smile.

“You’re just so strong, buddy. We don’t want to make anyone else feel bad.” My daily struggle was teaching a superhuman kindergartener to mask his abilities and not show anyone what he was. It wasn’t like I could tell him he was part wolf shifter. I would someday, but he’d have too many questions, and I didn’t have the answers.

“Why don’t you grab your screwdriver and keep taking that toaster apart?” The old appliance had been Ernie’s. It broke, and my boss had brought it in thinking JT might like to use some tools to take it apart.

My little man hung out with me after school. Thankfully, the elementary school was only a block away, and I was able to meet him out front after the bell rang and walk him back to the shop until it closed at six.

I moved efficiently around the classic Volkswagen convertible Bug that seventy-three-year-old Mrs. Marsh brought in. She told Ernie in a conversation that spanned far longer than it took me to give the car a full tune-up that her granddaughter was turning sixteen, and she wanted to surprise her with the title to the treasure.

There was no sixteen-year-old on earth who wouldn’t love this baby. Especially now that I installed a top of the line stereo system, so she had full technology. Not that a teenager in Cooper Valley would need help with directions or traffic. I was pretty sure everyone in this small Montana town was born and raised here.

JT tossed me the last tire, and I put it on and lowered the car off the lift as a giant red pickup drove into Ernie’s Garage’s empty lot.

These ranchers and their giant trucks. Around here, I swore that the men equated their trucks to their dick size. Not that I’d seen one in a while.

I gave JT a pointed look, but softened it with a smile. “No more tire throwing,” I warned as I sauntered out the open garage door, peeling off my latex gloves. They kept my hands from being permanently stained with grease.

“I know,” he called.

A young, blond man in cowboy boots and jeans opened the door of the truck and dropped from the driver’s seat in a smooth motion. He started to come my way, cup of coffee in hand. When his gaze met mine, his nostrils flared, and he froze, sloshing coffee over the white t-shirt that did a whole heck of a lot to show off his packed muscles.

He turned back to the truck, which let me see the back side of him… including his ass.

Another hot cowboy. This town was full of eye candy like this guy. Good thing I was fairly immune to virile young men who thought they were the shiz. I grew up in a racetrack central pit, surrounded by trash-talking testosterone-laden young men.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying the view though. If I were a few years younger and less jaded, I might let him buy me a drink and test-drive him in bed. But I was older, wiser, and had a child.

He set the now-empty to-go cup on the hood and–holy hell.

He peeled his t-shirt off over his head, wiped his hands with it, then tossed it back in the truck.

I should thank the good Lord he didn’t have a napkin because taking his shirt off perked my ovaries right up. It should be illegal for a guy with a body like that to walk around shirtless. There could be car accidents.

It felt straight out of a movie the way the sun bounced off his six-pack abs.

But he probably spilled on himself just for the opportunity to show off his Hollywood-worthy physique. Guys like him knew their effect on women and milked it for all it was worth.

This one had broad shoulders stacked with muscles and light curls dusting his sculpted pecs. There was no farmer’s tan that I could see, and I saw. A guy that blond should’ve been sunburnt, but he sported a golden tan, like he worked all day in the sun without a shirt.

While my panties were getting wet, I was immune to this obvious display of ego. I knew all about hot, cocky young men who thought the world revolved around them. I’d had my fill of them working in racing—JT’s dad being the prime example.

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Total pages in book: 141
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The sexy, scandalous and heart-stopping romance from global sensation and multi-million copy bestseller, Tillie Cole . . .

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Born and raised a Texas cowgirl, Hallie Oakley is the most skilled showjumper on Team USA. She has just one goal in mind - Olympic gold. To achieve this, she must train with the most prestigious facility in the world, Golden Oaks in the Cotsworlds.

There she meets Chester Knighton, the oldest son in a showjumping dynasty, who has recently inherited Golden Oaks.

Their attraction is instant and mutal but when something devasting happens, it threatens to tear both Golden Oaks and Hallie apart.

Something Chester will not allow to happen

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Prologue

Hallie

Age 12

Ocala, Florida

The humidity felt different here in Florida. It stuck to my skin like glue, wrapping its wet hands around each strand of my long dark hair, making it curl into ringlets around my face.

My heart fluttered as fast as a hummingbird’s wings as I gaped at the humongous equestrian center spread out before me. I knew horses. I’d been raised in the saddle with reins in my hand. I knew how to ride and rope cattle from a mustang’s back. I knew how to navigate rough pastures and herd cows into pens with perfect precision. But as a large bay mare passed by me, coat glistening, mane brushed out, hooves oiled and free of dust and mud from a hard day’s ride, I may well have been as unfamiliar with these animals as I was with the country clubs and fancy houses I’d seen on the ride from the airport.

The main door in a huge white barn to my left opened, and a woman around my daddy’s age came walking out. She looked as pristine as the bay mare that had just passed us by. Her bright-red hair was swept off her freckled face and tied in a bun at the back of her scalp. She wore cream breeches, a polo shirt to match, and polished tall black riding boots. As if feeling my stare, she lifted her head and saw me standing beside the social worker who had brought me here. Her face was as beautiful and put together as her clothes.

And she looked just like Daddy.

A lump sprouted in my throat as she approached, and her hazel eyes glistened with tears as she tracked her wide gaze over me. I glanced down at my well-worn cowboy boots, Wranglers, and favorite pink, long-sleeve button-up. My trusty Stetson was on my head—I had my daddy’s packed in a protective box in my luggage.

“Hallie,” the lady rasped, throat hoarse, and a tear fell from her eye. Her hands were shaking as she quickly wiped it away. She moved until she was just before me. She smelled like rose petals. Her cheeks matched their red shade too. She crouched until she was eye level with me. Without thinking, I reached out and touched her face. I felt my bottom lip tremble.

“You look just like my daddy,” I said. My chest felt tight. I was trying real hard not to cry. I’d cried a ton over the past few days. Ever since my daddy . . .

I sniffed and wiped away a few extra tears.

“You look like him too,” the lady said softly.

Aunt Jeanie, I reminded myself. Her name is Aunt Jeanie. She was my daddy’s younger sister. Daddy never spoke of her much. The only thing he’d ever said was that he’d been real sorry he’d stopped speaking to her when she decided to leave the family ranch before I was born. Said he hadn’t understood her choice to move away at the time. And that breaking all ties with her was the biggest mistake of his life.

One he never got to make right.

“You can cry, darlin’,” she said, her accent sounding a little like mine.

“Cowgirls don’t cry,” I said, echoing what Daddy and the cowboys back at the ranch used to tell me if I was hurt or upset.

A flash of what looked like sadness took over her face, like she’d heard that saying before too. “Do you know who I am?” she asked.

“Aunt Jeanie,” I said, and pointed at Sally, the social worker. She’d explained where I was going. Aunt Jeanie stood up and shook Sally’s hand. They began to talk about me, but movement from my right caught my eye, pulling me away from the conversation. In an outdoor arena across the yard, someone was cantering on a horse—a large gray horse that must have been at least seventeen hands high and then some. The horse was beautiful, all platinum glossy mane, its body thick with muscle.

Before I knew it, my feet began moving, and the next thing I knew, I was watching the rider and horse through the slats in the pretty white fence. Watching as the man steered the horse over huge, brightly colored jumps. My pulse raced and my breath held as, with each one, they seemed to take flight.

I wondered what that would feel like, to ride on horseback over those huge fences.

I watched, transfixed, as the man jumped all the fences, not touching a single pole. He patted the horse’s neck as he brought the horse to a slow and steady trot. The man unclipped the chin strap of his fancy helmet and placed it in his lap, tipping his head back toward the sun. His dark hair was sweaty, one thick strand falling over his forehead. It still looked perfect.

Before I knew it, he’d moved closer to where I stood.

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Total pages in book: 71
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The Vexley empire was forged in blood the night three brothers crossed a line no man should survive—Samson with violence, Nathaniel with power, and Cain with a mind ruthless enough to design it all. The world sees wealth, control, and untouchable authority, but beneath it lies a secret capable of destroying everything they built.

Welcome to The Vexley Sin Trilogy—three dark romances where ruthless men meet the only women capable of bringing them to their knees

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PROLOGUE

Rain pelts, making the wooden dock slick.

I shouldn’t be here.

I know it.

I knew it the second I left the car, the second I chose not to wait, not to call it in, not to hand this off to someone safer.

But safer doesn’t get you this close.

And I am close.

Close enough to feel it.

The truth has a weight to it. You don’t see it, not at first, but once you do, it settles in your bones.

The file inside my coat does exactly that.

It’s enough.

Enough to prove that what looks like separate companies, separate deals, separate incidents is anything but.

It’s all the same thing.

I press my hand briefly against my chest, feeling the edge of the folder through the fabric.

This is proof.

Not rumor. Not suspicion.

Proof from a reliable source who slipped it to me minutes ago.

The kind of proof that brings down families. Powerful families who think they can’t be touched.

But they can.

This is how I redeem myself. How I become what my girl deserves. What I should have been long ago.

The marina is quieter than it should be.

That’s the first thing that’s wrong.

Too quiet.

Like something already happened. I slow as I move down the dock.

I wasn’t supposed to come this far. That’s the second thing.

The meeting point was closer to shore where the light is better.

So either I misunderstood the instructions…or they changed.

Voices carry over the water. I stop to listen.

There are at least two of them.

No. Three.

The third doesn’t speak.

That’s how I know he’s the most dangerous one there.

“…not the way⁠—”

“…it doesn’t matter⁠—”

“It matters if⁠—”

The words cut off abruptly.

Something tightens in my chest.

This isn’t how the meeting is supposed to go.

I shouldn’t be here.

The thought hits again. I turn slightly, glancing back toward the shore.

I’ve come too far now. It’s too late.

I take another step forward.

I need to confirm, because if the contents of this file are true, I can destroy this family, their careers, their fortunes, their legacies.

All gone in an instant.

And they know it.

They have to.

Which means I’ve already crossed the line.

I slip on the damp wood, and my shoe makes a loud scrape.

Too loud.

The voices stop.

All of them.

I freeze.

Every instinct I have screams at me to move. To walk away. Not to run. That would make me look like I have something to hide.

I turn.

Take one step back.

Then another.

But behind me⁠—

A hand clamps around my arm and yanks me backward. Hard.

I don’t scream. I don’t gasp. But I stumble, catching myself on instinct, the file shifting under my coat.

“What the hell⁠—”

The man in front of me is bigger than I expected, and I don’t just mean size. His presence is big, the kind that owns every room he steps into.

He isn’t surprised.

He isn’t confused.

He isn’t even angry.

He’s simply fixated, as if I’ve stepped exactly where I was meant to.

“That’s far enough,” he says.

I swallow. “You’re making a mistake.” I keep my voice steady because I know what I’m holding. Because I know what it means.

He tightens his grip on me, pulling me away from the edge, while another man emerges from the shadows. This one isn’t quite as big, but already I can see his eyes even in the dark—emerald green and hard. Eyes that don’t miss anything.

And behind both of them, still in the shadow, is a third. Tall but thinner than the other two. Lanky, actually, like he still has to grow into his size.

He watches.

“I don’t think so,” the second man says.

I let out a breath. “You don’t understand,” I say. “What I have⁠—”

“We understand exactly what you have.” From the first man. The big one.

My pulse spikes. “Then you understand what happens next. This doesn’t stay here. It doesn’t disappear. I made sure of that.”

Rain hammers harder against the dock. Water splashes up against the wood.

The man holding me shifts slightly, just enough to further tighten his grip.

“Did something change?” I ask. “I was told that⁠—”

“Shut up!” The man holding me squeezes my throat.

I suck in a breath.

The third man in the shadows tilts his head, just slightly.

He’s not concerned. Not threatened.

And that’s when I know this is all wrong.

Not just the location.

Not just the timing.

Me.

I’m wrong.

I’m not supposed to be here.

“I think,” the second man says quietly, “you’ve misunderstood your position.”

I shake my head. “No. I know exactly where I stand.”

But do I?

The second man moves. And everything that happens next goes too quickly to stop.

Too quickly to fix.

The file shifts under my coat as I go down.

The last thing I understand is that whatever was supposed to happen here tonight with these three men…

I wasn’t part of it.

And that’s why I’m not walking away.

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SAMSON

Fifteen years later…

The club smells like old money, perfume, and quiet corruption.

Yeah, corruption has a smell, kind of like dirt that’s laced with blood and a touch of manure. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who can smell it. My old man sure can’t.

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Men crave what they can’t have… such as the pretty, feisty fiancée of a rival. — Matteo Caruso
The sole reason I arrived in Sicily was to marry Antonio Adami. However, he dumped me two weeks before our wedding.

I could have accepted his decision with dignity, but doing so would have jeopardized plans four years in the making, so I took the advice of a virtual stranger instead.
Matteo Caruso, notorious playboy, enforcer, and severe commitment phobe, wouldn’t know the first thing about relationships. Yet I clung to his word as gospel when a fiery kiss validated his theory.
Men want what they can’t have, and as soon as Matteo’s attention turned to me, my ex-fiancé’s interest became evident.
Antonio idolizes Matteo.
Antonio envies Matteo.
Antonio wants what Matteo has.
And now, apparently, that’s me.
With Antonio’s name scratched out on a marriage contract worth millions, and the Caruso reputation of being men of their word on the line, it’ll only be a matter of days before Antonio comes crawling back.
I just need to survive Matteo’s unexpected wit, charm, and devilishly wicked good looks to slide to the home plate of revenge.
It should be a walk in the park since the devil is easily distinguishable. Except this devil wears protectiveness like armor, and only heartless fools argue that protection isn’t the ultimate act of love

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Chapter 1

Matteo

The Adami estate is too pristine to profit from the filth I’m here to confront. Marble floors that have never encountered dirt, and air that carries a faint aroma of expensive cigars, greet us as we are shown through the regal grounds. Every man we pass smirks with the confidence of someone who believes a noble bloodline justifies everything.

I’m here to teach them otherwise.

My younger brothers, Nico and Elio, walk beside me with the same stiff posture keeping my spine rigid. It’s the stance of a man trying real fucking hard not to break something.

Don Adami greets us with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, his arms spread wide as if he’s welcoming honored guests instead of the family whose soon-to-be sister-in-law was nearly gang-raped at an event this chapter of the Cosa Nostra hosted.

I’ve seen a lot of bad shit in my thirty-three years, but nothing compared to the terror on Dante’s face when he walked into a room to find Lucia held down by ten thugs. Her barely there bra and panties clung to her battered body by a thread, and blood trickled from her nose.

Giovanni, the don of our chapter and the eldest of the five Caruso brothers, took out the main culprit with a direct headshot. She was lucky. Death by a bullet wasn’t a sufferable enough punishment for Dante. He wanted the men holding his woman to the ground to feel the pain he felt when her screams for them to stop ripped through his ears.

A blade from one ear to the other barely scratched the surface of the adrenaline surging through his veins, but the men shackling Lucia’s ankles and wrists to the seedy, pre-cum-stained floor gurgled on their last breaths for at least a minute. Then every male member of their families endured the remainder of the brunt only hours later.

Now we’re about to take out the rest of the trash.

“Matteo, Nico, Elio.” Don Adami’s lungs saw in and out as he names us in order of our place in the family. If Giovanni and Dante were here, he would have greeted them first. It’s meant to be a sign of respect, but all I see is a cowardly man on the verge of dropping to his knees and begging to suck my dick. “Please sit. Make yourselves comfortable.”

He gestures toward an arrangement of leather chairs that look so uncomfortable I’m convinced they’re solely for show. They’re like overfilled silicone tits. Pleasing to look at, but uncomfortable as fuck when you attempt to use them for their intended purpose.

A servant appears instantly, as if summoned by the Don’s breath alone, carrying a tray of crystal glasses and a decanter of amber liquor that no doubt costs more than most people’s first car.

“Drink?” The don lifts the decanter with a flourish that betrays his age. He’s getting on in years, and it shows in the fragility with which he serves his whiskey and rules his empire. “Aged twenty-one years. A favorite of mine.” No, he isn’t solely referring to the whiskey. His mistresses are barely legal. It’s the “barely” part of my statement that has kept him breathing.

I don’t sit, I don’t drink, and I definitely don’t fucking pretend.

“We’re not here to share bedtime stories.” My deep timbre cuts through the fake hospitality like a blade. “It’s never about niceties when I’m sent to clean up the mess of others.”

I’m the enforcer of my family. The muscle. If I show up at your door, you should be quivering in your boots.

Don Adami’s smile falters, but he sets the decanter down with exaggerated care, as if the gesture alone will smooth over the insinuation that I’m here for carnage.

I close the distance between us. My steps aren’t threatening. They just clarify that I’m not here to be placated.

“Your sons⁠—”

Lifting a hand, he immediately cuts the apron strings. “Acted without my knowledge.” His reply is smooth and practiced, the kind he’s convinced will free him from being slaughtered by the wolves about to maul his offspring. “But now that I am aware, their behavior will be handled in-house. You have my word that they’ll face appropriate repercussions for their actions.”

His promise is worthless.

“A slap on the wrist isn’t harsh enough.” Each of my words carries the weight of the fury I’ve been holding back since Lucia’s almost gang rape. “Your sons crossed a line I cannot ignore, and you don’t get to sweep that under a rug because it’s convenient.” I air-quote my last word like a man with a corn kernel for a dick.

The silence stretches as I watch him squirm. I’ve always had a fascination with the scent of fear, and today it’s especially strong.

The chandelier above us casts broken light across Don Adami’s wrinkled face, highlighting the sheen of sweat forming at his temples.

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I’ve lost everything—except Wolfe.

We flee my family home that’s been in my blood for generations and seek refuge at Wolfe’s villa in Palermo. With a heart so irreparably broken, even this beautiful seaside escape can’t repair the damage.

Warren’s men search for us in Palermo, and instead of snitching on our location, Don Russo and Cosa Nostra protect our whereabouts. I won’t stop until I get revenge, and I won’t stop until my family legacy is returned to its rightful owner—me.

But we can’t do that alone. We need allies—and Cosa Nostra is all we have. Wolfe forms an agreement. In exchange for their help in taking back the winery, he’ll help them defeat Icarus, the Skull King’s ruthless lieutenant.

But the path to success isn’t a straight line. With unexpected twists and turns and mountain slides, either Wolfe or I is in danger, and sometimes both of us. The entirety of Sicily is pulled into the fight for independence against Icarus and the Skull King.

And I’m not sure if we’ll make it out alive

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1

WOLFE

She cried on and off during the drive. Sometimes she would be silent with her arms crossed over her chest, and then at other moments, her head would rest against the window and she would cry as quietly as possible, like she didn’t want me to hear. The blood had dried on her skin and clothing, and she smelled like vomit because either she’d hurled or someone else had.

I didn’t notice the smell as much as I normally would have, not when my adrenaline was still through the roof. Two different instincts gnawed at me. The first was to drive to the vineyard and annihilate everyone who was there. And the other was to care for Francesca.

Francesca was obviously the priority.

My hand remained on her thigh, but I didn’t caress her gently like I normally would. I didn’t comfort her with words. My vision was tinted red, and I was just fucking mad. Mad that someone had touched her. Mad that her brother was so fucking stupid. Mad that Don Mancini was dead, a man I didn’t necessarily like but always respected.

He didn’t deserve to die like that.

My woman didn’t deserve to lose her father right in front of her eyes.

It was normally an hour-and-a-half drive, but I got there in fifty minutes, breaking the speed limit and navigating between cars and traffic to get there as fast as possible, to put as much distance between us and Warren’s crew so we wouldn’t be followed. After he ransacked my house in Caltanissetta and found I wasn’t there, he would check Palermo next, but finding me in a big city like this would be a challenge.

I pulled onto my property and parked the Range Rover in the small parking garage underground. It could only fit two cars. The place had cost me almost thirty million because of its proximity to the sea, but it felt cramped compared to the other homes I had.

After I parked the car, she continued to lean against the window like she couldn’t move.

She was fucking devastated. Her eyes were open and emotionless, like her tear ducts had run dry.

It was one of those situations where there was literally nothing I could say to make it better. I could relate to her because I’d watched my own father die, but that would only make her feel worse, not better. I could get angry and vent and seethe, but that wasn’t helpful. I could only offer one thing—revenge. “I’ll make them pay for this, Francesca. All of them. Every single last one—especially Leo.”

She continued to stare out the window at the concrete wall of the garage.

“I can’t believe he’s gone.” Her eyes started to water again, but she blinked back the tears. “All this time, he thought it was you…because Leo wanted him to believe that. Kept whispering in his ear, I’m sure. Undermined my personal relationship with you for his own gain. It’s unforgivable.”

Absolutely fucking unforgivable.

“I just… I don’t know how to process this.”

I knew exactly what she’d seen because I’d seen something similar myself. “It’ll take your entire life to process it.”

The tears welled up in her eyes until they formed drops and streaked down her cheeks. “When Warren shot up my house, Leo cried. He held me and literally cried. How…how can he do that and then, just a few weeks later, stab me in the back?”

It took me a second to figure that out. “That probably wasn’t in the plan.”

“If he’d just told me I better step aside or there would be hell to pay, I would have just…” Her voice cracked. “I would have just given him the damn thing.” She started to cry again, her little body trembling from the weight of guilt that she shouldn’t carry.

I didn’t want to continue this conversation in the car where I couldn’t hold her, where only my hand could reach her. “Let’s get inside and get you cleaned up.”

As if she’d forgotten how she looked, she dropped her chin, looking at all the blood and vomit that had soaked into her hair and clothing. She touched her shirt with her fingertips then stared at the blood on her hands. “I—I threw up. They shot him in the head, and I threw up.”

“A common reaction.”

“Have you ever done that?” She continued to stare out the window.

I gave a nod that she couldn’t see. “Yeah, when my mom was shot right in front of me.”

Her eyes started to water again. “I hate that we have this in common.”

I gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. “Come on, baby.”

We left the Range Rover and headed inside. The house was full of light because the sun didn’t set until eight in the evening in the summer. Francesca moved slowly, at a snail’s pace, and it took her a while to get to the top floor. Instead of dropping all her clothes and getting into the shower, she headed into the kitchen to pour a glass of water. She drank the entire thing in one go before she left the empty glass on the counter.

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Wolfe gives me an ultimatum—I tell my father or he will.

We only have one chance at this, so I know it has to be done the right way. Once my father knows that Wolfe has been sneaking around with me behind his back this long, he’s going to want to put Wolfe in the ground. The way we handle it is literally a matter of life and death.

But with all the funerals my father has to attend as well as rebuilding our property after Lombardi’s hit, we need to wait a little longer. This makes Wolfe go apeshit, especially after a family friend makes a pass at me right in front of him. I can only placate him so long, and once he’s officially initiated into the family, Wolfe knows we’re out of time.
But then a new enemy, Warren, puts a target on our backs. He provokes my father at a wedding, and when he makes the mistake of commenting about me, Wolfe loses his mind and starts another war.

Wolfe is so obvious about his feelings toward me, that it’s a miracle my father hasn’t noticed. The trust that Wolfe has earned among the syndicate is so strong that no one suspects his treason.

But when the war comes to a head, secrets are revealed and everything is destroyed. The business, my family, everything…up in smokes

The only person I have left is Wolfe.

My ride or my die. The person I trust most. The love of my life.

He would do anything for me—and I him

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1

FRANCESCA

They rushed me in the office, spraying me with bullets from their automatic rifles. I screamed for the only man who could help me. “Wolfe!” I felt my body jerk as the bullets pelted my bulletproof vest.

“Baby, baby, baby, I’m right here.”

I screamed again and then felt my eyes snap open, seeing the dark ceiling over my bed.

“Nightmare.”

I jerked upright and saw Wolfe beside me, propped on one elbow while his palm rested against my stomach underneath the big t-shirt I wore. He was hard to see in the dark, my eyes unable to adjust as quickly as my adrenaline needed them to. I heaved with breaths, blinking quickly to dismiss the images of the nightmare.

“It’s not real,” he said gently as he started to rub me with his fingers. “I’m right here.”

I finally gave a nod then lay back down, but my breaths were still haywire.

He remained over me, gliding his fingers down my hip and then my thigh, caressing me with his callused fingertips. His dark eyes stared at me with a softness I never saw him wear in front of anyone else. “You can tell me.”

“I—I was in the office, and they were coming for me.” I wasn’t sure how long this memory would haunt me. A couple weeks…a couple months…or maybe all my life.

He gave a slight nod. “Well, they wouldn’t have lasted much longer because you would have blasted them all to hell.”

My breathing still didn’t return to normal. It continued to feel labored.

“Never underestimate yourself, Francesca,” he said quietly. “Just when I thought you couldn’t turn me on more…” He pulled the sheets back then lifted up my shirt to expose my panties. He rose up over me as he gripped the fabric and started to tug them down my ass and hips, his face directly above mine as he stared at my lips, watching me pant with my mouth closed.

Then he moved over me completely, made himself at home between my legs, and sank inside me like he had so many times. But now his entrance felt like relief more than pleasure, a comfort as real as a bulletproof vest.

Having his heavy body on top of mine, his dark eyes locked on mine with possessiveness, being completely swallowed by his magnetic presence, made me feel safer than anything else in the world.

He snaked his hand into my hair as he bent one of my knees back, rocking into me rather than thrusting, savoring the union between our bodies and the kiss between our souls. In the dead of night, the rest of the island asleep except for the two of us, he made me whole again. Made the nightmares run to the shadows where they belonged, terrified of his snarl.

He looked at me without needing to blink, always so present with me, I felt like he was within me, his soul inside my chest right next to mine. “Such a tough fucking bitch.” He fisted my hair harder and started to rock into me faster. “My tough fucking bitch.”

The vineyard was a mess. Fire had destroyed part of the main house, and the other buildings were damaged. Bullet holes were visible everywhere. The front doors to the warehouse needed repairs. The main gate was completely destroyed and would need to be replaced—this time with something stronger.

We’d lost a lot of good men, and nothing would ever bring them back.

My father was beside himself, quiet and unapproachable, spending most of his time alone, like he didn’t know where to go from here. I walked into his office and saw him sitting behind his desk, so lost in thought that he didn’t notice me standing there.

I knocked on the open door to get his attention.

His eyes flicked to me, but the rest of his body remained still.

I crossed the room and approached his desk. “Doing okay?”

“Yeah.” His elbow was propped on the armrest with his fingers curled under his jawline.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

“You don’t look okay.”

He dropped his hand from his jawline. “What do you expect, Frankie? My daughter was almost captured, I lost men I’ve known for a decade, the house that’s been in my family for generations has to be rebuilt and restored…” His fist returned underneath his jawline. “I know we have to move forward with business as usual, but I’m just not in that place right now.”

I continued to stand in front of his desk as I searched for comforting words to impart, but I didn’t have any.

“We have a funeral every single day this week. Everyone knows what’s happened here, so we’re in a position of weakness. And we still have to keep up with the business. A lot of shit has happened throughout the years, but never something like this.”

“True.” War had never come to our doorstep.

“Wolfe annihilated everyone who was a part of that job, and all those who were in business with the Lombardis have divested themselves of the association, so even though we took a major hit, Wolfe reclaimed our status among the other gangs.” He gave a slight shake of his head before he dragged his hand over the bottom part of his mouth. “Everything will be alright—but I’m not alright right now.”

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