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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)

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To win her love, this crime boss will need more than money and power.

Gabriel
They say those with the power make the rules.
They lied.
Genesis Santiago refuses to bend to my will.
I know because I’ve tried.
She wants nothing to do with me.
That isn’t going to work for me.
She’s the only thing in this world I need.
One way or another, I’ll make her mine.
Even if I have to break her to claim her.

Genesis
I know what people say about Gabriel Valentino.
He’s not just a billionaire. He’s a criminal.
When he catches me trying to steal from him, I expect a quick death.
Instead, the bossy, arrogant man hires me.
But I won’t bow to any man…
Not even the one who owns my soul.
Not even to save my own life.

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Chapter One

Gabriel

"Your brothers are worried about you."

It's always fascinating to watch night descend on Chicago. Darkness falls over the city in increments, casting odd distortions as the sun disappears into its cradle. The places standing in the shadows of the high-rises take the plunge first, daylight giving way to night well before the sun sinks below the horizon. Back alleys, nooks, and crannies go dark next, followed by the river and the lake. By the time the last ray winks out, the entire city glows with a distorted, artificial light…none of which guards it against the goddamn chill.

None of which protects it, either.

But we light the city up anyway, surrounding ourselves with halos most of us haven't earned. Shit. Half of us have deluded ourselves into thinking they're real. Just ask the fire-and-brimstone preachers shouting from the pulpits. Half of them prattle on in self-righteous piety, sin behind closed doors, and then think their lip service has secured their place in heaven.

If God is watching, he's probably laughing his ass off.

He turned from me a long time ago.

"Did you hear me, Gabriel? Your brothers are worried about you."

"I heard you, and I'm fine," I tell Mattia Agostino with a sigh. My breath fogs a section of the glass in front of me, distorting part of the city laid out far below. Up here, I'm closer to heaven than almost anyone else in this city…and yet I'll be one of the last motherfuckers allowed through the gates. I have less blood on my hands than most of the men I know, but I may be the most damned of all. "They worry too much."

"Yes, well, I believe that's in the job description," he says wryly. The bastard. "Older brothers and all."

"Rafe and Luca need to spend more time worried about their own shit and less time worried about me and mine." I turn from the windows in my office to look at Mattia, who leans against my desk with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. He's a smug son of a bitch. He fits the executive office better than I do in his Italian suit, though. In my leather bomber jacket and jeans, I look more like I belong in a mechanic's shop. "I'm least likely to die with a knife in my back."

"Touché."

I shrug. Facts are facts. When you're a Valentino, betrayal and murder come with the territory. It comes often for our family. It started…fuck, I honestly don't know when the death and dying started. When our father's ambitions got our mother killed decades ago, maybe. He moved into territory that didn't belong to him, and she paid the price.

So did Rafe and Nico, my older twin brothers.

One, Nico, has been on a quest to find heaven ever since. The other, Rafe, started his descent into hell. He took two bullets that day. It changed him, hardened him. He was eleven. At eighteen, he sold his soul to our father to save the twin he loved. Luca and I sold ours to guard his back. Nico stopped speaking to all of us, and it's been all downhill from there.

Murder, mayhem, and destruction…our family legacy. It's a goddamn albatross around our necks. But we've carried it too far to cut it loose now. Too many lives are intertwined with ours, too many other legacies.

La Costa Nostra demands everything you have and then a little more. To protect us, Rafe made himself king of kings, the Capo dei capi. If he falls, so do most of the families in Chicago and men like Mattia, those who swore an oath to serve our family.

We may hate the fucking mafia, but we protect our own.

"You spend too much time alone," Mattia says.

So that's what this is about. My brothers are happily married now, and Mattia thinks I should be too. I have bad news for him. It's not fucking happening. There isn't a woman on earth who deserves to be saddled with a motherfucker like me.

I eye him coldly. "Rafe asked you to be his advisor, Mattia. I didn't. You don't get to pry into where I stick my dick." Not that I stick it anywhere. My father hired an escort on my eighteenth birthday. We did X and went clubbing. Spent thousands of his ill-gained dollars. He patted me on the back when I stumbled out of my room two days later, oblivious to the fact that I never touched her.

Back then, I had this grandiose belief that sex should mean something. Now? Well, maybe back then I deserved the pleasure.

Mattia holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "I didn't say it as the consigliere, Gabriel. I said it as your friend." His eyes meet mine. "You called me that once, you know."

"That was a long time ago."

"Before Omertà, you mean."

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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)

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A life in hell was the sacrifice I made to keep my brothers alive.
There's nothing I won't do to see that job through.
Even if it means seducing the enemy.
But I never intended to fall for Callandria Genovese.
She was supposed to be a means to an end, nothing more.
Now, I've got more to lose than ever.
And the woman who holds the key to my future is in chains in my bedroom.
I need her trust. I want her heart.
One way or another, I will have both.

I've been taught to hate the Valentino family since I could walk.
I know they killed my grandfather.
But no one warned me that the real monster of the bunch was Luca Valentino.
They didn't tell me I'd find myself imprisoned in his bed, either.
Or that I'd be so reluctant to leave it.
But that's precisely what happened.
Little by little, he's slipping beneath my defenses and making me feel things I shouldn't.
But which side of him is real?
The wanton man who sets me ablaze...or the ruthless mobster who refuses to let me go?

If you like your OTT possessive older men morally gray and your curvy heroines strong, prepare to fall for Luca and Callandria in this steamy mafia romance. As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a guaranteed HEA. Safe read. No cliffhanger. Each book in the Ruined Trilogy features a different Valentino brother and can be read as a standalone story.

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Prologue

Callandria

I toss my phone on my bed, cinching my robe tightly around my waist. It's after three in the morning, but sleep alludes me like usual. This house is too much like a prison. I may be free to come and go as I please, but I'm in shackles, nonetheless. They locked into place around my ankles before I was even born.

It comes with the territory when you're a Genovese. My grandfather, Tommaso, is one of the most infamous mobsters in Chicago. My father is in just as deep as he is. So is my older brother. The fact that I'm female didn't spare me. If anything, it bound me even tighter. I may not have taken the vow of Omertà like they did, but I'm no freer than my brother, Marcello. I'm a principessa. Every moment of my life has been carefully mapped out and planned.

I've known since I was a little girl that a career of my own was out of the question. I found out when I was thirteen that love and college weren't in the cards for me, either. It was a bitter pill to swallow. It's been eight years, and I'm still choking on the aftertaste.

No, I'm not free. I'm chattel, sold for my grandfather's ambitions the moment he found out my parents were having a girl. My father signed off on the deal as soon as he heard how much the Maceo family was worth. That's what matters to him. His own greed. Certainly not his daughter.

I huff at the reminder, casting a longing glance toward the window. How many times have I wished to climb out of it and disappear into the night? Too many to count.

Unfortunately for me, there is no disappearing when you're a Genovese. Not if you want to survive, anyway. Not in this city, and not right now.

Tommaso Genovese dreams of being Capo dei capi, of seeing the Genovese family lead the Chicago outfit instead of the Valentinos, and he's dragged the family to the brink of war to make it happen.

He's using Rafael Valentino's own people against him, and Rafael doesn't have a clue. His lawyer, Diego Butera, is working for my grandfather. So is Diego's sister and one of Rafael's enforcers, Carmine. If my grandfather succeeds, he'll topple Rafael from his throne. If he fails, the Valentino brothers will declare war.

Is it any wonder I can't sleep? If Rafael Valentino falls, my life of servitude begins. And if he doesn't…well, God only knows what hell awaits my family then.

No matter the outcome, I lose.

I'm trapped like a rat in a cage, and the walls are closing in on me.

Welcome to your future, principessa. Now, smile and pretend you're having the time of your life.

"Dio," I mutter, my stomach churning. My skin grows hot as my throat threatens to close on me. I tug at the neck of my chemise and robe, but it doesn't help. I can't breathe.

I quickly shove my feet into a pair of slippers and throw open the door to my room. The nightlight in the hallway illuminates my path as I race down the hall, tripping over my own feet in my haste to get outside where I can breathe.

The city is every bit as much a prison as this mansion, but at least out there, I can look up at the sky and dream. I still have those, even though everyone says they're impossible. To hell with everyone. They can have my dreams when they pry them out of my cold, dead fingers.

I fly down the stairs, my hand barely touching the banister railing the whole way down. The house is eerily quiet. Either my grandfather has Battista and his goons out scaring the neighborhood children, or they're too busy playing poker in the back to realize that I'm on the move.

Either way, I'm able to slip outside without an escort. I close the door behind me, dragging in a deep lungful of air. The familiar scent of chocolate from the Blommer Chocolate Factory mingles with the earthy notes of the river. Another scent overrides the others. Cologne.

Marcello.

My mood instantly lifts.

I push away from the door, slipping down the path leading around the side of the house toward the garage.

"I thought you were in New York until next week," I say, wrapping my arms around myself as I step through the gates, smiling.

"Merda."

My smile slides from my face as two men I've seen only from a distance turn in my direction, grim-faced and steely-eyed. Domani Brambilla and Coda Passero. Rafael Valentino's men. One of my grandfather's goons hangs between them, his body limp and lifeless.

He isn't the only one. A heap of bodies is already piled in front of the garage doors. Even in the dim light, the blood soaking through their clothing and drying on their faces presents a macabre picture. They're all dead. Every last one of them, Battista amongst them.

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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)

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One look at his curvy captive and this Mafia boss will risk it all. Even if it means toppling his own kingdom to the ground...

Rafe Valentino
A life in chains was the deal I made with my father to win my twin's freedom.
My soul is black with the things I've done to keep my promise.
I never regretted any of it until now. Until her.
Amalia Santiago's bravado and fierce defiance make me feel alive in a way I never expected.
I was never meant to fall for her.
I don't deserve to put my filthy hands all over her pristine body.
She's supposed to be my prisoner.
But now, she'll become my world instead.

Amalia Santiago
When the devil came for my foster brother, I let him take me in his place.
I swore I'd find a way out of this mess for both of us.
Except Rafe Valentino wasn't supposed to have a heart...
And I wasn't supposed to fall for the ruthless crime boss.
So why do I come alive when he touches me?
Now, I'm one wrong move from destroying everything.
And nothing is what it seems.
How do I sacrifice the man I love to save my brother?

If you enjoy OTT possessive older men with a little bit of darkness in them and sassy, curvy heroines with heart, get ready to fall for Rafe and Amalia in this sweet and extra steamy romance. Each book in the Ruined Trilogy features a different Valentino brother and can be read as a standalone story.

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Prologue

Amalia

The quiet scratching on my bedroom door brings me fully awake. My heart thuds against my breastbone, jarring my senses. For a moment, I think I dreamed the noise. And then I hear the bone-chilling sound again.

This is no dream.

Someone is inside my apartment.

I slip my shaking hand between my bed and my nightstand, feeling for the small bat I keep hidden there. As a woman alone in Chicago, one can never be too careful. I learned that lesson early. My foster brother, Diego Butera, made sure I did. He and my foster father, Alvise, drilled it into my head before I even learned my multiplication tables.

My hand closes around the handle of the bat. I grit my teeth, holding my breath when the cool wood jostles against the metal bedframe. If whoever is trying to get into my room hears the faint noise, they don't sound the alarm.

I send up a prayer, hoping that means there's only one intruder.

The scratching comes again.

I carefully pull the bat up onto the bed with me and then sit upright. I move slowly, trying to keep whoever is out there from hearing me. If they know I'm awake, I lose the element of surprise, and it's the only thing I've got on my side right now.

Whoever they are, they're not trying to get into my bedroom for the fun of it. If they wanted to rob me, they could have taken my stuff and left already. No, that's not what they're here for.

Did they find out who I am? No. How could they? I haven't been her since I was ten years old.

Diego.

What did you do, Diego?

I love my brother. He's the only family I have since Alvise died when I was a teenager. But Diego is…complicated. He's been playing both sides of the law for so long, I'm no longer sure if he knows which side he's actually on. He clawed his way out of the streets, only to fall right back into them as soon as the ink dried on his law degree. Isn't that usually how it goes in places like this?

You can take the boy out of the streets, but you can't take the streets out of the boy. Especially when La Cosa Nostra is involved. They may play a more sophisticated game, but at the end of the day, they're a gang just like the rest. Blood in, blood out. That's how the saying goes, isn't it?

He was never really out anyway. Not entirely. This world calls to him just like it did his biological father. The mafia is in his blood. He’ll never be free. Not so long as the man who killed his father still breathes. He wants vengeance too badly.

Diego's been working toward that goal for as long as I've known him. Every step he takes moves him a little bit closer. He'll succeed…or he'll die trying. There is no changing his mind. I know because I've tried. He wants vengeance. And I want out so badly I can taste it.

But I won't leave him here alone. I can't.

I creep from the bed, tiptoeing across the plush carpet with the bat clutched firmly in my hands. I place my feet carefully, my eyes picking out a path across my room in the moonlight trickling in from the windows. It's not much light, barely enough to turn my furniture into thick, shadowy blotches in the dark. But I've walked this same stretch of carpeting often enough to wear it thin, trying to outpace the night.

The doorknob rattles, turning slowly.

I scurry the last few feet, cursing myself for not wearing something more than a worn camisole and shorts to bed tonight. Fighting off an intruder with the bottom of my curvy ass hanging out isn't appealing. And the chill in the air turned my nipples to hard points as soon as I threw the covers back. The last thing I need is for some random, disgusting pervert to mistake that for interest.

I'm sure whichever lawyer is assigned to defend him would have a field day with that in court.

Dios. It's a sad day when you find yourself hoping whoever is trying to break into your room is a random pervert like any of the fifty who live in this building. But any one of them is better than the alternative. I stand a chance with them.

If Diego pushed one of his associates too far and they found out about me, I'm already dead. The long lost principessa whose father murdered the Capo dei capi's mother? Well, there's a reason I haven't been her since I was ten years old. Alvise and Diego knew exactly what would happen to me if anyone ever found out who I really am.

I hide behind the door, lifting the bat like I'm Roberto Clemente standing at home plate. I keep my body angled, and my feet planted like Diego taught me. My heart beats so loudly, I'm a little afraid it's going to give away my position. I hold my breath as the door creaks open.

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