Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
From the very first look, I’m obsessed. An obsession that turns primal. A single moment alters the trajectory of my life. If I eliminate the mob, I would also be eliminating the Marino family. That meant I had to make her my bride. She’s a queen that doesn’t want a king, but I’ll make her need one.
As the oldest daughter of the city’s most deadly man, she is next in line. I know Naomi was born for a purpose, one that would forever change history.
They call her cold, heartless, and plain. That is far from how I see her. For me, Naomi is the definition of sunshine. You need it to survive, but it could easily turn everything to ash.
But what happens when she finds out about all the things I’ve done? How I’ve woven our lives together far more than she could ever have imagined. Predicted and calculated every step, even hers. Naomi might turn that fiery wrath on to me. The burn will be worth it because my heart beats only for her now.
Where I once wanted to destroy my enemies for all the things they’d done, now I want to because they all want to destroy my bride.
My queen bows for no one… but I will be at her side
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Chapter One
PAXTON
The last ten years have all been working toward this moment. At the beginning I didn’t know what that would fully entail. Things change, and so do people. It’s all about adapting and being a handful of steps ahead of everyone else.
I’m about to walk into one of the biggest meetings of my life. I reach into my suit jacket to the pocket that I have stitched into every suit that I own and pull out the picture that I always keep there. It’s close and protected. No one knows what I hold most dear in my life.
Except my sister. She has a knack for knowing everything, but she too has been a part of this plan. Our paths are different, but the goals are the same. Each step we have taken was to move closer to them. Now that our father is dead, all has been set into motion. It didn’t take War Marino long to call. The dirt on my father’s casket is still settling in over it.
“Naomi.” I whisper her name, tracing the edge of the worn picture of a girl that likely has no idea of who I am or the plan I have for the two of us. Soon she’ll find out. While it may seem quick to her, it’s been an eternity for me waiting for her to finally be mine.
We have passed by each other here and there over the years, never having a conversation. She is a handful of years younger than me. It’s been a few since the last time we’ve been in the same room, but with how closely she works with her father, I have no doubt she is aware of my name and the connected dealings our families have with each other.
Naomi will be a part of this meeting in every sense of the word except actually being there. I made it very clear that if War wanted to have a meeting and I was coming to his home, it would be only him and me.
I wonder if he told Naomi this. I’m sure that pissed her off, not that anyone would be able to tell. I have never met a person who could remain so neutral in their expression, never giving anything away.
Except if you watch very closely, you can catch small tells. Then again, maybe only I am equipped to see them. I have spent the last few years learning everything I can about her. It was no easy task, but I gained the most knowledge when I was able to watch her from afar when she had no clue anyone was paying close attention to her at all.
In the last year, she has started to venture out more, having made a new friend. That was surprising. Naomi tended to stay close to home when it came to relationships, but the girl she has befriended is now married to one of her cousins.
There are many cousins, but she appears to be closest to two of them. Each is the head of their families, the first born. I’m not quite sure if their closeness is due to being the prospective heads of their families or simply because they were born close together and have remained that way.
I don’t perceive the Marinos to be the type to push each other into working for the family, but it’s clear Naomi is going to, and War doesn’t have a problem with that. If anything, he welcomes it.
I’d been agitated about the friendship at first. The girl, Blair, has a strange past, and now they are all calling her Bonte, and this Blair name has disappeared. I don’t know the whole story there, but seeing as the girl married into the family, I’m sure it’s all linked together in some way if the family is okay with this marriage. They probably had a hand in it.
I trace my finger over Naomi’s angelic face, a smile tugging at my lips. Angelic is not a word I think many would use when it comes to Naomi. The angel of death, possibly. One that is very capable of taking care of herself. Physically at least.
The question is, does she want to fully take care of herself? I think not. My angel of death keeps so many parts of herself tucked away, always playing a role for the rest of the world and I even believe for her family at times. She won’t need to do that for me. I want her exactly the way she is. All the parts of her.
I’m sure in part that has to do with being a woman in her position. It is abnormal for a woman to step in and take over in an Italian family, especially one as prominent and powerful as the Marinos. But if I’ve learned anything, it’s that the Marinos don’t play by anyone’s rules but their own. They even make them.