Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Rosie
To others, Enzo is a ruthless and dangerous underboss, a son of the Falco bloodline. But to me, he’s the one man I can’t stop wanting.
Broody temptation wrapped in tattoos.
There’s a secret I’ve carried for years. At a friend’s club, I set up a date with a stranger to lose my V-card.
No faces. No talking.
Turned out the stranger was Enzo.
He doesn’t know it was me, the girl in the dark who gave him everything, then erased herself like she was never there.
To Enzo, I’m just Rosie, nothing more than a friend and the Cosa Nostra’s hacker.
I’ve been trying to build up the courage to tell him I love him, but I’ve waited too long.
Because when the enemy comes for the Cosa Nostra, I do what I’ve always done, I protect what’s mine…even if it costs me everything.
Enzo
For years, I told myself Rosie was just a friend. Never mine to want, because I chose our friendship over a truth that would’ve changed everything.
Rosie was my heartbeat and now she’s gone.
But I can’t let go.
I’ll tear this world apart to find her.
Nothing and no one will stand in my way of getting what’s mine, and once I have her in my arms, I will make damn sure everyone knows she belongs to me.
While Saved By A God can be read as an interconnected standalone, reading the other books in the Kings Of Mafia series will give you a better understanding of the world and its characters
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Songlist
Spotify
Shallow – Tommee Profitt, Fleurie
Fair To You – Vincent Lima
Sacrifice – League of Legends, G.E.M
How Long Will I Love You – Ellie Goulding
Ghost – Jonah Baker
Always On Your Side – Oshins, ADONA
All I Want – Alex Rv Phillips
Still Here – League of Legends, Forts, 2WEI, Tiffany Aris
Warriors – League of Legends, 2WEI, Edda Hayes
The Story – Davis Naish
Anyone – Tommee Proffit, Fleurie
I Get To Love You - Ruelle
Chapter 1
Rosie
The Past…
Enzo, 24. Rosie, 20.
With my eyes glued to Enzo, my futile crush of four to five years, I dreamily drink in every glorious inch of him.
God, he looks hot in those faded black jeans and a charcoal shirt with the top three buttons undone.
The rolled-up sleeves allow me to drool over all the corded muscle, visible veins, and tattoos on his forearms.
There are times his black hair, the scruff on his jaw, and light brown eyes with green flecks make him too beautiful to look at.
Sadly, Enzo views me as nothing more than a friend. Or even worse. A little sister.
Eww. Don’t even think that shit.
Even though he sat me down three years ago and told me he’s not interested in a relationship with anyone and that our friendship means too much to him, I still harbor a crush on him.
Remembering the embarrassing day, I scrunch my nose, then let out a sigh.
The stupid crush will probably never go away, which annoys me. I wish I could switch off whatever part of me finds him so damn attractive.
Christiano, Enzo’s older brother and the Capo dei Capi of the Cosa Nostra, is having a birthday party at their parents’ house in Manhattan.
I glance over the people who make up the Cosa Nostra family. Some are standing by the pool while others are gathered near the barbecues.
The soft outdoor lights have turned the backyard into an intimate setting, but I see the guards moving in the shadows.
Dammit, what’s keeping Gianna?
She needs to stop taking her sweet time and get her butt to the party.
We’ve been best friends forever, and since she started dating Riccardo, one of Enzo’s closest friends, the four of us have spent a lot of time together.
Unable to stop myself, I stare at Enzo again, watching him talk to Christiano near the table that’s covered with sodas and a variety of alcohol.
Enzo became his brother’s underboss four years ago and made it look like the easiest job on the planet.
They’re both armed, their guns tucked into the waistbands of their pants. My eyes dart to Georgi, Adriano, and Augusto, the other three capos, and seeing their weapons as well, I let out a sigh.
Right now Dad’s training me to take over as the Cosa Nostra’s hacker and IT expert. I know everything when it comes to computers, but Dad’s giving me time until my twenty-first birthday because he knows the other part of the business bothers me.
With my birthday around the corner, I’ll become the head of my family and the fifth capo in the Cosa Nostra, and the title will come with responsibilities I’m not ready for.
Yeah, I’m good with everything IT-related, but I’m not so sure about going to meetings with other criminal organizations or dealing with our enemies.
I know how to handle a gun, and I’ve had combat training, but it doesn’t mean I like it. Quite the opposite. I’m comfortable with computers, not violence.
Sigh. I’m Dad’s only heir, and Christiano has made it very clear he expects me to fill the position of a capo.
Adriano, who’s ten years my senior and everyone’s big brother, glances at me, and when he comes closer, I grin at him. “Hey, grumpy. Having fun?”
“Hmm…” He drops down beside me on the outdoor sofa, and placing his arm around my shoulders, he tucks me against his side. “You look worried. Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”
I shrug while resting my head on his shoulder. “I’m just nervous about taking over from my dad.”
Adriano presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Why?”
“Because everyone keeps acting like being a capo is no big deal.” I gesture toward the men scattered around the veranda and backyard. “You guys make it look easy.”
When Adriano lets out a soft chuckle, I scowl at him. “I’m serious.” My eyes drift toward Enzo and Christiano again. “I can spend hours in front of a computer without blinking. I can find people, track money, monitor communications, break into systems, and build better security than half the governments in the world.”
“Only half?”
I roll my eyes at him before continuing. “But being a capo isn’t just computers.”
“No, it isn’t,” he agrees.
“It’s being out there that scares me,” I admit, a vulnerable tone to my voice. I pull back so I can look at Adriano, who has a pensive expression on his face. “Every time I leave a damn meeting, I feel sick.”