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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Off the Record (With Me in Seattle Mafia #3)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/kristen-proby">Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B08NGYZYQC</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
From New York Times Bestselling Author Kristen Proby comes the thrilling conclusion to her With Me in Seattle Mafia series…<br />
<br />
Rafe “Rocco” Martinelli was never one for the family business. Alas, being born into a crime syndicate means doing the family’s bidding and making sure you’re connected—and, yes, breaking a few kneecaps. Rafe would love nothing more than to hang up his enforcer apron and live a quiet life, but as more and more higher-ups in rival clans turn up dead, Rafe realizes he doesn’t have a choice. Especially not when the captivating and gorgeous bratva princess needs his help.<br />
<br />
Dr. Annika Tarenkov learned early on that her life belongs to her family. She’s a pawn in the long game, a bargaining chip for power and prestige. She gave up the only person in her life she thought she could be happy with, all for the greater good of the family. Now, a newly made widow and desperately seeking answers, she’s forced to confront her past as it converges with her present. But all it does is make her wonder about her future and how she can make Rafe hers again. While being with him is like wrangling a toddler at times, he still makes her heart race and her breath catch. And she wouldn’t feel safer with anyone else.<br />
<br />
With the chips seemingly stacked against them, they must work to uncover the perpetrators of the nefarious plot that’s been brewing for some time—before it’s too late.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/with-me-in-seattle Mafia-series-by-kristen-proby">With Me in Seattle Mafia Series by Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/kristen-proby">Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>~Annika~<br><br>Rafe Martinelli. Also known as the love of my life. The man of my dreams. My one and only. I know, I’m only twenty, and my cousin Nadia would tell me that it’s completely ridiculous to think that I could meet my soul mate in college when I should be out sowing my wild oats—whatever in the world that means.<br />
<br />
I love Nadia. She’s my closest friend, as well as my cousin, and she’s one of a very select few who knows what it’s like to live in this crazy family of ours. My roommate, Ivie, knows.<br />
<br />
And Rafe.<br />
<br />
Because while my uncle is the boss of one of the most prominent crime families in the country, Rafe’s father is the boss of the biggest family on the west coast.<br />
<br />
And our families don’t like each other.<br />
<br />
Which means that everything Rafe and I are to each other, everything we’ve done, and what we’re about to do tonight is a secret.<br />
<br />
Because if our families found out, we’d be in big trouble.<br />
<br />
“Class dismissed.”<br />
<br />
I sigh in relief when my biology professor gives us the okay to leave. I gather my books and papers and rush out of the lab toward my car.<br />
<br />
Ivie and I live in an apartment just on the edge of campus. My uncle is kind enough to pay for it. Lord knows, neither Ivie nor I could afford it.<br />
<br />
I know, I’m a lucky girl.<br />
<br />
My date with Rafe is in an hour. Which means, I have to take a shower and get ready to go fast because Rafe is never late.<br />
<br />
It’s just one of the million reasons I love him so much.<br />
<br />
“Hi, friend,” I announce as I rush past Ivie to my bedroom. “Can’t talk. Gotta hurry.”<br />
<br />
“I’ll follow you,” she says and leans her shoulder against the door of my bedroom as I strip naked and make a beeline for the bathroom. “What lit a fire under your butt?”<br />
<br />
“Date.”<br />
<br />
“With Rafe?”<br />
<br />
“It’d better be with Rafe. He’d be pretty mad if it was with someone else.”<br />
<br />
Ivie smirks as I start the shower and throw my hair up under a shower cap. She’s the only one who knows about Rafe and me. I had to tell her. She lives here, and I spend a lot of time with him.<br />
<br />
“Tonight’s the night,” I inform her.<br />
<br />
“Of what? Is there a new movie out?”<br />
<br />
“No, it’s the night.”<br />
<br />
She flings the shower curtain back and stares at me with wide, blue eyes. “You’re going to do it?”<br />
<br />
“Yep.” I smile and shave one armpit. “I’ve been on the pill for a month, so we’re covered there. I mean, we’ve literally done everything else. It’s borderline torture. I’m so ready. He does things to me that I didn’t even know were possible. The way I feel when he looks at me, let alone what happens to my skin, to my stomach when he touches me... I’m telling you, Ivie, it’s incredible.”<br />
<br />
“I’m totally jealous.” She pulls the curtain shut again, but I can hear her organizing things on the countertop. “Also, you’re stupidly hot together. Like, you could be a celebrity couple, you’re so pretty. It’s like Brangelina.”<br />
<br />
I lather up one leg but pull the curtain aside so I can grin at my best friend. “You’re so sweet. Thank you.”<br />
<br />
“I think you should tell your parents.”<br />
<br />
“No.” I get to work shaving and shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “No way. Uncle Igor would throw a fit, and I’d be in big trouble. I don’t even want to think about what the punishment for this would be. And for Rafe, it would be worse. So, no. It’s our secret.”<br />
<br />
“But what happens after this, Annika? I know it’s exciting now, but you won’t be in college forever. What then? Are you going to get married in secret and have secret babies?”<br />
<br />
Tears want to threaten, but I swallow them and rinse my legs.<br />
<br />
“Stop it. Tonight is going to be special, and I’m not going to think about the future and ruin it. It’ll all work out. All I can do is live day to day.”<br />
<br />
I wrap the towel around me and immediately reach for my makeup bag.<br />
<br />
“I don’t agree with you, but I hope tonight is everything you want it to be.” She pats me on the shoulder and leaves the bathroom, and I stare at my reflection.<br />
<br />
“Everything’s going to be just fine.”<br><br>* * *<br><br>“Are you okay?”<br />
<br />
“You’ve asked me that about six times.” I smile at Rafe as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The truth is, I’m sore, and it hurt way more than I thought it would, and was over pretty fast, too. But I’ve also never felt more connected to a person in my life as I do right now, lying in Rafe’s giant bed.<br />
<br />
“Are you okay?” I ask him and drag my fingertip down his nose. Rafe is a handsome man. He’s tall and broad, and I know he works out almost every day. The efforts show. He has muscles on top of muscles and tanned skin. I could lick every inch of him.<br />
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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Headhunter (With Me in Seattle Mafia #2)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/kristen-proby">Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>9781633500839</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Things have never been more intense in New York Times Bestselling Author Kristen Proby’s With Me in Seattle Mafia series…<br />
As the son of one of the States’ most prominent mob bosses, Shane Martinelli’s always been immersed in society’s shady underbelly. Learning to navigate it and keep to the edges was working just fine until an acquaintance turns up missing, and he fears the worst. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he hasn’t stopped thinking about her. Luckily, as an ex-special operative, he’s uniquely qualified to track her down and keep her safe. Unfortunately, nobody’s making that easy—not the people who took her nor the woman herself.<br />
Ivie Jordan has led a pretty uneventful life, and that’s just how she likes it. Especially since she’ll be the first to admit that she doesn’t do so well in social situations. She’s a proud business owner, and while she doesn’t have family, she does have a network of people who look out for her. Little did she know that being accepted into that fold came with a laundry list of issues. When the worst happens, and she’s forced to rely on the ruggedly handsome alpha hero who comes to her rescue, she discovers her inner badass—and the sultry vixen on her other shoulder.<br />
Too bad the two of them are literally running for their lives and trying to ensure the safety of those they love. There is way more at stake than meets the eye.<br />
It’s time for the hunted to become the hunters. <br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/with-me-in-seattle Mafia-series-by-kristen-proby">With Me in Seattle Mafia Series by Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/kristen-proby">Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>~Ivie~<br><br>“I’m not doing this for you anymore.” I glare at my father and raise my chin, trying to appear way more confident than I feel.<br />
<br />
My stomach pitches when he slowly turns to glare at me with cold, blue eyes. The same eyes that look back at me in the mirror.<br />
<br />
But I’m nothing like the man who sired me. And I never will be.<br />
<br />
Without another word, he turns back to the task at hand, making an egg sandwich. Our apartment is small and in a dirty little neighborhood in the Bronx. He says it helps us blend in, that no one will pay us any mind here.<br />
<br />
In reality, he spends money as quickly as it lands in his pocket, and this is all he can afford.<br />
<br />
I turn sixteen this summer, and he’s already made it clear that I’ll be quitting school and taking a full-time job.<br />
<br />
What I want doesn’t matter. It never has with this man.<br />
<br />
“Did you hear me?” I demand.<br />
<br />
“I hear nothing important.” His voice is calm, thick with that Bulgarian accent that I hate so much.<br />
<br />
“I’m serious. I’m not doing your bidding anymore. If I get caught, I’ll go to jail.”<br />
<br />
“You are too young for jail.”<br />
<br />
“No.” I shake my head and plant my hands on my hips. “I’m not too young. They’ll send me to juvie. Either way, I’ll be locked up, and I’m not doing that for you. This is ridiculous. Why can’t you be a normal father instead of gambling and selling fake jewelry? Why don’t you just get a real job so we can live a normal life?”<br />
<br />
Without a look, he spins and backhands me, sending me sprawling on the floor. My cheek sings in pain, and I see stars as he leans over so close that his nose nudges mine.<br />
<br />
“You are my property,” he growls. “You are nothing but a female. And you’ll do exactly as I say, when I say. If you try to defy me again, I’ll sell you to the many men who have already asked for your body.”<br />
<br />
I gasp and stare up at him in utter shock and revulsion. “You wouldn’t.”<br />
<br />
“Yes.” He stands and straightens his crisp, white shirt. “I would. Do not test me again, Laryssa.”<br />
<br />
The knock on the door is sharp, startling us both.<br />
<br />
“I know you’re in there, Pavlov,” a man yells through the door, and all the blood drains from my father’s face.<br />
<br />
“How?” he whispers and then turns to me. “Hide me, daughter.”<br />
<br />
I shake my head, only enraging him further. He raises a hand, but before he can hit me for a second time, someone busts the door open, and three men walk inside.<br />
<br />
“Did you think you could steal from us and get away with it?” The biggest one reaches for my father and pushes him against the wall.<br />
<br />
This is it. This is my chance.<br />
<br />
I scurry into my little bedroom and grab the bag I always keep packed—always ready to run if the opportunity arises.<br />
<br />
I won’t get another chance like this.<br />
<br />
“No, I wouldn’t steal from you. I just had to earn the money to repay you.”<br />
<br />
Another man punches him in the face as I slip out the front door and make a run for it.<br />
<br />
My heart hammers in my chest. I can’t hear the street noises through the rush of blood in my head and over my loud, panting breaths.<br />
<br />
I have exactly four hundred and thirty-two dollars, some clothing, and my mother’s wedding ring.<br />
<br />
And a new freedom.<br />
<br />
Because I’m never going back to live with a man who makes me do the things my father does.<br />
<br />
I’ll die first.<br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>~Shane~<br><br>“Take the shot.”<br />
<br />
The voice is calm in my ear, coming from several thousand miles away in a secure office at the White House.<br />
<br />
I’m lying on my stomach on a rooftop, my sights trained on the target, but people keep walking in front of him.<br />
<br />
“Not clear,” I whisper and swear when the target walks into another room.<br />
<br />
“It’s taken three weeks for you to find him,” the president reminds me. “Take him out. Now.”<br />
<br />
Yeah, yeah. I don’t need her to remind me how long I searched for this asshole. And as soon as he moves a little to the left…<br />
<br />
I squeeze the trigger, and less than a second later, the target falls.<br />
<br />
“Mission accomplished,” I say and move quickly to the stairwell that leads to a waiting car below.<br />
<br />
In less than three minutes, I’m safely away from the scene and headed to the airport.<br />
<br />
“Good work,” she says into my ear. “Now, get yourself home. The plane’s waiting for you.”<br />
<br />
“Thank you, Madame President.”<br />
<br />
I nod to the driver, my partner for this operation, and he steps on the gas to get us to the airfield quicker.<br />
<br />
Suddenly, the front window explodes, a bullet hitting the driver squarely in the forehead, killing him instantly.<br />
<br />
“Miller’s down,” I say with a calm I don’t feel as I reach over to take the wheel. I maneuver him out of the seat and manage to step on the gas, winding my way through the foreign city.<br />
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		<title>Underboss (With Me in Seattle Mafia #1) Read Online Kristen Proby</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2021 09:05:35 +0000</pubDate>
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			<span class="cat-links"><span class="screen-reader-text">Categories </span>Genre: <a href="http://www.wownovels.com/genre/contemporary" rel="category tag">Contemporary</a>, <a href="http://www.wownovels.com/genre/mafia" rel="category tag">Mafia</a>, <a href="http://www.wownovels.com/genre/romance" rel="category tag">Romance</a>, <a href="http://www.wownovels.com/genre/suspense" rel="category tag">Suspense</a></span> <span class="tags-links"><span class="screen-reader-text">Tags </span>Authors: <a href="http://www.wownovels.com/authors/kristen-proby" rel="tag">Kristen Proby</a></span> <span class="cat-links">Series: <a href="http://www.wownovels.com/series/with-me-in-seattle-mafia-series-by-kristen-proby">With Me in Seattle Mafia Series by Kristen Proby</a></span><br />	
	
	
	
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<div class='book-details-pages-words'><strong>Total pages in book: </strong>59<br /><strong>Estimated words: </strong>59176 (not accurate)<br /><strong>Estimated Reading Time in minutes: </strong>296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm) <br /></div><div class='pagination-custom-post-pages'><a href='#'><<<</a><a href='#'><</a><a href='#' class='active'>1</a><a href='?mypage=2'>2</a><a href='?mypage=3'>3</a><a href='?mypage=11'>11</a><a href='?mypage=21'>21</a><a href='?mypage=2'>></a><a href='?mypage=59'>59</a></div>	
	
	
	
	

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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>(With Me in Seattle Mafia #1) Underboss</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/kristen-proby">Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>9781633500815</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
From New York Times Bestselling Author Kristen Proby comes an all new family in her With Me In Seattle world! Hold on to your seat as we introduce you to Kristen’s new MAFIA FAMILY!<br />
<br />
As the eldest son of Seattle’s current mob boss, Carmine Martinelli’s life has never really been his own. But he doesn’t mind because his family means more to him than his life. Which is why he's determined to make those responsible for the death of his aunt and uncle pay—in inventive and gruesome ways. And what better way to do that than to infiltrate the Russian mafia from the inside? It’s a good thing the bratva’s princess is stunning and seemingly willing to do whatever he asks. This vengeance could be the perfect mix of business and pleasure.<br />
<br />
Nadia Tarenkov has several things stacked against her: she’s a woman, and she’s not the eldest child in her family. But it doesn’t matter. She has her sights set on ruling the syndicate, and she always gets what she wants. When the heir to one of the States’ most powerful crime families comes knocking, Nadia sees it for the gift it is. He thinks he has her fooled, but she’s smarter, more cunning, and always two steps ahead. She’ll beat the gorgeous mobster at his own game, and secure her place in the fold.<br />
<br />
What neither of them takes into consideration, however, is that they aren’t the only ones with deadly plans in motion. To survive, they’ll have to come clean and work together—and acknowledge that the growing love they’ve been pretending isn’t there, is very real.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/with-me-in-seattle Mafia-series-by-kristen-proby">With Me in Seattle Mafia Series by Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/kristen-proby">Kristen Proby</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>~Nadia~<br><br>I hate these parties. Papa says I have to be here because it’s a family duty, and I’m expected to be on my best behavior. Behave like a lady. Be alert, kind, passive.<br />
<br />
I’m always alert.<br />
<br />
I don’t think I’m always kind, but I wouldn’t say I’m mean, either. I mean, the other girls at the private school my parents send me to all seem to like me. I’m not like that mean girl, Shannon, who makes fun of the girls who haven’t gotten their boobs yet.<br />
<br />
I don’t have boobs yet, either.<br />
<br />
But I can’t wait for the day I get them. Then maybe I won’t hate coming to these stupid weddings the family is obligated to attend. They’re so boring. But, someday, my boobs will grow, and the boys won’t ignore me anymore.<br />
<br />
No one will ignore me.<br />
<br />
But back to my behavior. I’m not passive. And I’m not meek, even though I’m sure my father would prefer that I was. I talk too much. I ask too many questions. But I want to know everything there is to know about my family and the business we’re in.<br />
<br />
I take a sip of my Shirley Temple and scan the crowd. My parents are laughing with a bunch of other people—all old, like them. Papa puffs on a cigar. He doesn’t usually smoke, but Mama doesn’t mind if he does at events like this, in celebration.<br />
<br />
The bride, in her white dress with its puffy sleeves, twirls around the dance floor with the groom, who doesn’t look nearly as nervous as he did at the ceremony.<br />
<br />
I thought he might pass out. He was green and shiny, and someone had to pass him a tissue to clean up the sweat on his forehead.<br />
<br />
It was awesome.<br />
<br />
I’ve seen most of these people before—usually at other weddings or funerals. I’ve heard Papa and Mama talk about the families and how it’s important to maintain peace during these functions.<br />
<br />
Whatever that means.<br />
<br />
My big brother, Alex, is off chasing after some girl. I saw him looking her over with hungry eyes, giving her the kind of once-over he seems to do more often now that he’s sixteen.<br />
<br />
It’s gross.<br />
<br />
And when I told him so, he said I was just a baby and that I’d never understand.<br />
<br />
But I’m not a baby. I’ll be thirteen next month, after all. I’m practically a grown-up.<br />
<br />
I blow out a breath, and when my eyes land on him, I feel my stomach clench. I haven’t seen him before. He looks about Alex’s age. Tall with dark hair and brown eyes. And he’s laughing at something another boy said.<br />
<br />
The guy looks as if he could be the dark-haired one’s brother.<br />
<br />
I smooth my hands down my red dress, square my shoulders, and walk over to him.<br />
<br />
“Hi. I’m Nadia,” I say and look all three of them in the eyes as I hold my chin high and wish I had bigger boobs. “I don’t think I’ve met you before.”<br />
<br />
They turn quiet and look at me as if I’m a science experiment.<br />
<br />
“Carmine,” the most handsome one says. “And this is Shane and Rocco. My brothers.”<br />
<br />
“Rocco?” I snort. “Did your mother not like you very much?”<br />
<br />
“It’s a nickname,” Rocco says with a shrug. “I like it better than Rafe.”<br />
<br />
“You’re wrong.” I prop a hand on my hip. “Rafe is much better. I want to talk to you.”<br />
<br />
I point at Carmine and then take his hand in mine, pulling him away from the others. We walk past the food table loaded down with shrimp and crab and then move around a corner where we can have some privacy.<br />
<br />
“Are you always this forward?” Carmine asks.<br />
<br />
“Sure. What’s the point in being anything else?”<br />
<br />
His brown eyes narrow, and he looks me up and down. Once again, I’m reminded that I’m sorely lacking in the boob department.<br />
<br />
I should have stuffed this stupid bra with something to make me look…fuller.<br />
<br />
“What did you want to talk about?” he asks.<br />
<br />
“I don’t want to talk. I want to do this.” Before he can reply, I boost myself up onto my toes and press my mouth to his. He squeaks in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away.<br />
<br />
I drop back onto my heels and stare up at him. Holy shit, for a first kiss, that was fun.<br />
<br />
Really fun.<br />
<br />
And he didn’t even use any tongue.<br />
<br />
“Look, Nadia—”<br />
<br />
“Gotta go.”<br />
<br />
I turn and hurry away, suddenly embarrassed and not sure what to say. I just wanted to kiss him. To see what it was like.<br />
<br />
And now, I know.<br />
<br />
It was freaking awesome.<br />
<br />
I smack into a hard chest. When I look up, my eyes meet my father’s.<br />
<br />
“What are you up to, little one?” he asks.<br />
<br />
“Nothing.” I shake my head. “I was just—”<br />
<br />
“Do you know who that is?” he interrupts. Of course, he knows. He always knows. It’s so annoying.<br />
<br />
“Who?”<br />
<br />
“That boy you were with.”<br />
<br />
I shrug a shoulder. “Carmine.”<br />
<br />
“Carmine Martinelli.” I feel my eyes round. I’ve heard my father talk about that family before. “I want you to stay away from him. And his brothers. Is that understood?”<br />
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