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Silvia Violet – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Thu, 23 Apr 2026 22:52:18 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Silvia Violet – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 His Forbidden Alliance – Forbidden Mafia Read Online Silvia Violet http://www.books2020.com/his-forbidden-alliance-forbidden-mafia-read-online-silvia-violet Thu, 23 Apr 2026 22:52:18 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/his-forbidden-alliance-forbidden-mafia-read-online-silvia-violet Genre: M-M Romance, Mafia, Taboo Authors: Silvia Violet Advertisement

Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)

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When I catch Zach cheating at my family’s casino, I should have him thrown out. Instead, I’m drawn to his sexy smile, his reckless confidence, and the way he looks at me like I’m more than another mafia heir playing at power. When he offers to turn his skills to my advantage, I break all the rules and let him stay.
I’ve spent years trying to prove I’m more than the spoiled playboy my family expects. With a Russian trafficker seeking revenge on us, I need control—not temptation. But Zach awakens desires I’ve buried for too long. Risk. Danger. Submission.
The closer we get, the harder it is to ignore the truth: Zach isn’t just a grifter. When he saves my life and exposes himself as a government agent, our alliance becomes a deadly secret. He needs me to complete his mission. I need him to survive my world—and to finally claim my place in it.
For Zach, I may be just another mark—a role he’s played a dozen times before. He’s a master at faking attraction for the sake of the mission, but even when I learn he’s questioning everything he thought he knew about himself, I can’t walk away.
Protecting him could destroy me. Falling for him already has.
In a world of blood, power, and betrayal, loving the wrong man might be the most dangerous gamble of all

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ZACH

“The Theriots have to be involved. Look at the patterns we’re seeing.”

Maria, my special agent in charge, shook her head. “You’re going in the wrong direction. Yes, this is Bratva business, and we know the Theriots alternate between alliances and all-out war with them, but the Koslovs have put out a hit on Ivanov. He has few allies left in the crime world. If we try to bring in some of the Theriots or the Koslovs, we’ll never get charges to stick, and we’ll get no support from DC. Ivanov is the focus. We can bring him in and leave the Theriots out of this.”

“Did they pay you to say that?”

Maria glared at me, eyes hard and cold. “Because I respect you as an agent, I’m going to let that comment slide this one time. Never accuse me again unless you’re serious about it.”

I blew out a breath and ran a hand through my hair. “Sorry.” Maria was an amazing agent. She’d had my back through a hell of a lot. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d refused to confine myself to an assignment. I tended to go off the rails during most investigations, but my hunches were usually right, and I had a gut feeling the Theriots were involved. “They know something. I’m sure of it. They could lead us right to Ivanov.”

“Hell, yes, they know something. They know something about everything that goes on in New Orleans a hell of a lot more than we do, unfortunately.”

“Exactly. They’re the key to this.”

Maria closed her eyes and blew out a long breath. “What are you suggesting? Do you want to march up, ring the bell at Remington Theriot’s house, and ask him how he’s involved with a man who’s been trafficking teenage boys?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’d kill you instantly, and we’d never find a single piece of your body.”

Maria was right, but— “There’s a younger cousin, Rafael. He runs their casino. He’s barely managed to keep himself out of police custody. If it wasn’t for his family, he’d be in prison.”

“As much as I’d like to worry about everything that goes on in this city, money laundering at a casino is far down the list of importance.”

“That’s not what I’m interested in. Though it’s always good for leverage.”

“With the Theriots’ power here, I don’t think you can count that as leverage.”

I huffed. “Maybe not, but I want to get in with him. I want to join one of his backroom, high-roller games. There are rumors of a connection to the casino. Ivanov’s been sniffing around there.”

Maria frowned. “What have you found?”

I handed her a thumb drive. “Check this out.”

She took it from me and accessed the pertinent files.

“Read what I’ve highlighted, and you’ll see.”

Maria hummed as she read. “I see the potential connection, but there’s no indication here that Rafael’s involved directly. Do you think he’s part of Ivanov’s organization?”

“Possibly. Either he’s in on it, or Ivanov is taking advantage of him. Either way, I need to look into him. Rafael is very selective about who’s allowed to participate in these games. They put offers on the table that aren’t just money. It’s definitely a place Ivanov could be moving some inventory.”

She narrowed her eyes. “How do you propose to get involved?”

“I want to go in as a player. I need to be on the inside to learn more.”

She sighed. “I guess you’re going to need identification and a whole undercover setup.”

“Yes, and you can get me that.”

“I could, but⁠—”

“Let me do this. Even if it’s a dead end, the undercover persona will be useful as I look for other connections.”

“All right. You’ll have the documentation you need in forty-eight hours. Be careful. You know the Theriots aren’t people to play with.”

I didn’t need Maria thinking too much about that. “This guy is just a kid. He’s a loose cannon.”

“And if he’s involved with Ivanov, I want us to bring him down, but Ivanov is our ultimate target. Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t, but we’ve got to strike where we can. That’s the name of the game, especially in New Orleans.”

I left Maria’s office before she could change her mind and headed back to my desk to lay out what I knew about the case.

Andrei Ivanov had been trafficking in boys as young as thirteen as well as college students. There was evidence going back years. Maria refused to tell me how we’d gotten hold of all that evidence, but it was clear Ivanov was not only the leader of the organization, but he’d also kept some of the boys for himself, hiring them as household staff, luring some in with promises of money, and kidnapping others. The boys and young men he forced to stay with him usually died in unexplained accidents or simply disappeared.

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Advertisement His Forbidden Professor – Dark MM Mafia Romance Read Online Silvia Violet http://www.books2020.com/his-forbidden-professor-dark-mm-mafia-romance-read-online-silvia-violet Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:40:17 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/his-forbidden-professor-dark-mm-mafia-romance-read-online-silvia-violet Genre: Dark, M-M Romance, Taboo Authors: Silvia Violet Advertisement

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A professor with mafia ties. A frat boy. A twisted destiny.

He walks in late on the first day of class. A frat boy with an attitude.

He tries to charm me with a smile, but he’s acting.

There are layers underneath his facade. and I want to peel them back, but he’s my student.

Forbidden.

I’m already a criminal. Still, I won’t risk my career? Will I?

Then I find out he’s in danger. He comes to me for help, and I can’t resist him.

I will save him, and if I’m willing to open my heart, he might save me too

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ALEX

The music shook the walls of the frat house, and the pain in my head pounded to the beat. I looked at the beer in my hand and tried to remember how many I’d had. I wasn’t that drunk, was I? No, I was just tired of all the talking and yelling and people shoving past me.

This was fun though, right? That’s why I was here, to have fun. To party. To live it up. Except all I was doing was observing and growing more and more pissed off. These guys were idiots, and the girls who were here deserved better.

You’re one of them. One of the idiots.

I was. Or at least I was pretending to be. Join the old man’s frat, everyone insisted, even though he’d been dead for years. How the hell was he still controlling what I did? I’d considered refusing to rush at all, but my grandparents and my uncle would be horrified if I broke family tradition, and they were the ones who paid my bills.

A girl’s voice caught my attention. “Stop! I said I want to leave!”

I turned to see her struggling with Randall in the stairwell. He claimed to be six foot six, which meant he was probably six foot four and about as wide at the shoulders. She wasn’t going to get away if he didn’t let go.

“Come on,” he begged. “I just want to show you something.”

She tried again to free herself. “I said no.”

“Randall, that’s enough,” I yelled.

He scowled at me. “Shut up, fuck face.” His slurred words told me he was drunker than I was, and he was mean when he was drunk. I wasn’t walking away though.

The girl was attempting to peel his fingers from her wrist. “Let her go.”

“Are you going to make me?”

“I sure am.” I didn’t relish the idea of getting beaten, though at least it might make me feel something for a change. My best hope was that he was too drunk to be steady on his feet or to aim his punches. Even when he was sober, I was much more agile.

I moved closer.

He tried to push me back, but he stumbled and fell backward onto the steps, releasing his hold on the girl. She ran the second she was free.

“Go sleep it off,” I told him. He growled at me, but he failed in his attempt to get up again. I hurried outside to track down the girl and make sure she was okay.

I scanned the crowded yard, looking for her. I saw her heading down the street. I ran to catch up.

She looked over her shoulder, fear in her eyes, so I held up my hands. “It’s okay. It’s me.”

“Thank God. I thought he was coming after me.”

“No, he’s still trying to get up the stairs, but it might be best if I walk you home.”

She glanced back toward the house. “I… um… if you don’t mind, that would be great.”

“I was ready to get out of there anyway. I’m Alex, by the way.”

“I’m Ellie. I made the mistake of going out with Randall once, and he’s been after me for weeks. If I’d known he would be here, I wouldn’t have come.”

“He’s an asshole. If I thought it would do any good, I’d report him to the Greek council, but…”

She snorted. “They won’t do shit. I get it.”

“I’m sorry. Where are you headed?”

“The Zeta house.”

We didn’t talk much on the walk. She seemed shaken up, but she assured me some of her sisters were home, and she’d be fine.

Once she’d entered the house, I stood on the porch, trying to decide my next move. I should go back to my room. I lived at the university-sanctioned frat house, not the one where we hosted parties, but no doubt I’d see some of the guys who’d already stumbled home. Some would be passed out in the living room, some awake and playing pool, drinking more, and talking about the girls they’d hooked up with.

I didn’t want to face them. I didn’t want to face anybody. Pretending all the time was so fucking hard. I pulled a blanket off the porch swing of the sorority house, intending to wash it and return it later, though I’d probably forget. I supposed they could count it as payment for the service of walking Ellie home.

I wandered through Greek Village down toward the pond. It was hot as hell, not a great night for sleeping outside. But where the hell else was I supposed to go if I didn’t want to be at the frat house? It wasn’t like I had other friends I could crash with. I’d pissed them all off the year before. I wrapped the blanket around myself to fend off mosquitoes and curled up on a bench by the pond.

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Advertisement His Forbidden Obsession Read Online Silvia Violet http://www.books2020.com/his-forbidden-obsession-read-online-silvia-violet Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:14:19 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/his-forbidden-obsession-read-online-silvia-violet Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Virgin Authors: Silvia Violet Advertisement

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From the moment I see Lorenzo, I want him. He’s dangerous, part of the infamous Theriot family who runs the New Orleans crime scene.

I have no doubt he’d enjoy destroying me. He hates my father almost as much as I do.

The danger I’m in at home frightens me, but when Lorenzo sends shivers down my spine, it turns me on. He becomes my fantasy, the man I long for, the one who might save me.

My father tries to sell me to the highest bidder, but I escape. I have no one to run to except Lorenzo.

He agrees to protect me… for a price.

I’m more than willing to pay with my body, but when my heart gets involved, I no longer know if I’ll survive my time with him

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LORENZO

Lorenzo

“Happy birthday!” A chorus of cheers erupted. I raised my glass to toast my enemy’s son as I let my gaze run over the young man’s body. I’d only seen Nikolai one other time, and he hadn’t been able to hide his attraction to me then. He’d been stunning at eighteen, but the man he’d grown into was so beautiful he took my breath away.

He was lean with long limbs and blond hair that came down to his shoulders, giving him an ethereal look. When he noticed me staring at him, his eyes widened. He betrayed his interest by giving me a once-over before looking away.

I could have him if I wanted to. I doubted he’d protest much despite his father’s attempts to make him straight and keep him away from men like me.

I’d been so fucking well-behaved since I’d gotten out of prison. I’d sworn I wouldn’t let my desire for a man get me in trouble again, but I couldn’t stop watching Nikolai and wondering what it would be like to corner him, to feel his rapid pulse under my hand. To know he was frightened but also turned on. Would his hair feel as silly as it looked? Would he look as beautiful as I imagined when he was lying under me, flushed with need and begging for more?

Leave him alone. I heard the words in my cousin Remington’s voice. It was his fault I was here, celebrating Nikolai’s twenty-first birthday. With the exception of Nikolai himself, I’d happily kill every man in this room simply for being friendly with his father.

The years I’d spent in prison were thanks in part to Dimitri, and I wasn’t about to forget that, no matter how much Remington and the rest of the Theriot family wanted me to temporarily make nice with the Russians.

So I was here in a gesture of goodwill, celebrating Nikolai, when all I wanted to do was choke the life out of Dimitri. But if I couldn’t do that, I could salvage the evening by bending Nikolai over and fucking him senseless, though it was nearly as dangerous an option.

Dimitri raised his glass once more, and the chatter stopped as the men and women in the room focused on him again.

“I have more good news to share with everyone. Andrei Ivanov’s youngest daughter has accepted my son’s offer of marriage. They will be wed next week.”

I noted that Alina’s name didn’t even make it into the announcement, not that it mattered to most of the men here. She was a commodity, just like Nikolai.

There were several gasps of surprise from people who’d not learned as well as I had to keep their emotions locked down. Remington had heard rumors about an alliance between Dimitri and Ivanov, so I wasn’t as shocked as some of the other guests clearly were, but I was pissed off. Dimitri was a bottom-feeder in his family, and I didn’t want him climbing the ladder.

Remington didn’t like this alliance any more than I did. He was determined to prevent the Ivanovs and the Koslovs, Dimitri’s mother’s family, from consolidating power, especially without them making concessions to him first.

Whispers echoed through the room as Dimitri continued on about what a great alliance this would be, but I watched Nikolai. He didn’t look excited about the marriage. He looked pale and frightened, which only made me want him more. Dimitri’s son, under my control, afraid of what I would do to him, scared of how I was making him feel.

Dimitri could pretend Niko wanted this marriage, but I was certain Nikolai was far more interested in me than he was in this young woman. He’d practically salivated as he stared at me when we’d met several years ago. He’d followed me around, offering to get anything I’d needed. There were many things I’d needed from him, but I wasn’t stupid enough to take them then. Now he was older, and I was feeling reckless. Nothing had gone as planned for the last few years, I was tired of Remington’s control over my branch of the family, and it had been far too long since I’d sought out a man who could truly satisfy my need to dominate.

Once we’d all drunk to Nikolai’s upcoming nuptials, Dimitri encouraged us all to mingle again. My sensible side, the one that had kept me alive since I’d gotten out of prison, told me to walk away, but my feet carried me straight toward Nikolai.

He saw me coming and took a step back. I was sure his heart was racing. His instincts were likely telling him I was a predator, and he needed to run, but he was trapped.

He looked from one side to the other as if searching for someone to save him from me, but his father had walked away—Niko was nothing but an asset to him, and the last thing Dimitri cared about was his comfort.

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An unexpected inheritance lands Jeremy a large house and plenty of money to take a sabbatical from his job teaching poetry at a small college. He intends to sell the house and take off on a new path to discover what he wants out of life. Then he meets Connor. The attraction he feels to a man so different from himself is no less shocking than his change in financial circumstances, but Connor is in the closet and Jeremy wants a life lived out in the sun.

Connor is a former Force Recon Marine who runs a housecleaning business. When he’s hired to get Jeremy’s house market-ready, he’s startled by how attracted he is to his client despite their many differences. But his past, especially his final mission, weighs heavily on him. He’s not certain he can be the man Jeremy needs, but no man has ever made him want to take a risk like Jeremy does

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Jeremy

Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this son of York

—William Shakespeare, Richard III

It sure as hell had been a winter of discontent, the worst semester I’d experienced in the four years I’d been teaching at Wentworth College. Only a few of my students had the writing skills to back up their insufferable arrogance, and I was ready to run screaming from my office as I tried to grade their appalling essays.

All winter I’d constantly reminded myself how lucky I was to have a job. It wasn’t easy for someone with a PhD in English to find a job, and I’d even received research grants. I’d been naive before I started my PhD program. I’d thought I’d spend my days inspiring students the way my best professors had inspired me and doing research that I could turn into books that would interest not only fellow professors, but also the general public. Instead, I’d slogged through semester after semester battling hostile coworkers, disinterested students, and a schedule too full to allow for much research, despite the increasing demands for productivity from my department chair. Academia was nothing like I’d dreamed.

As I sat in my office grading essays and pondering whether I could keep this up for the many years I had left before retirement, I received a call from Mr. Chilcote, my aunt and uncle’s attorney. He regretted to inform me they were no longer with us. They’d been killed instantly when their car slid on a wet road and slammed into a tree. The funeral had already taken place without any of my other relatives bothering to inform me. I didn’t even warrant a personal call about my former guardians’ passing or an invitation to say goodbye. The fact that I would likely have refused was irrelevant. I hadn’t talked to my aunt and uncle in several years, yet a lump still formed in my throat at the thought of them dead and buried.

They’d done their duty by me, raising me after my mother died. They never technically harmed me, but they also never loved me. Once I turned eighteen and came out, we’d parted ways, barely civil. For the last few years, I hadn’t even made their Christmas card list. Now they were gone.

I realized I hadn’t responded. “I appreciate you calling me to let me know. I guess no one else wanted that job.”

Mr. Chilcote cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to have been the one to break the news, but I needed to let you know they included you in their will.”

Had I heard that right? What would they leave me? A gift certificate for conversion therapy? “They left something to me? You’re sure?”

“Yes, sir. You are listed as their sole heir.”

I nearly fell out of my chair. “I’m what?”

“You’ve inherited everything they left behind.”

“Their home?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And money?”

“Yes, sir.”

When he told me the total value of my inheritance, I had to bend over and put my head between my knees to keep from passing out. I didn’t have to teach in the summer, and hopefully I could take a sabbatical for fall semester since I could support myself through it. If I did, I’d actually have time to write the novel I’d been snatching moments to work on for the last year. And if I sold their house–their huge house in a highly desirable Asheville neighborhood–I might not have to return to Wentworth at all. I’d have to talk to a financial advisor, but that was for later. For now, I had to write up my sabbatical plans. As soon as I wrapped up the semester, I’d have at least seven months to ponder my next step.

Connor

Oh, I am very weary,

Though tears no longer flow;

My eyes are tired of weeping,

My heart is sick of woe

—Anne Brontë, Appeal

I’d seen enough hell in the desert to last me the rest of my life. No one, not even Mario—my best friend, the man who’d saved my life, and who’d given me the courage to risk it in the first place—could convince me to re-up when my second tour ended. I was home. Well, I was back in the States. I didn’t really have a home since my stepdad thought I was worthless despite having served eight years as a Marine, four of those on a Force Recon team, and my mom refused to let me stay with them since he disapproved. At least Mario’s sister, Sabrina, had invited me to stay with her until I figured out what to do next.

The problem was I had no clue. I’d gone straight into the Marines after high school. My stepfather had made my life hell with his strict rules and expectations set so high no one could meet them. When I didn’t please him, he showed off how good he was with his fists. I’d been desperate for a way out, because a future working at his garage was all I had to look forward to—the man sure as hell wasn’t going to pay for me to go to college. My mother had taken to escaping by drowning herself in liquor, so I wouldn’t get any help from her. When a Marine recruiter came to my school, I jumped at a chance to make my own future, so I went from one restrictive home to another, but unlike my stepfather, the Marines gave me confidence and showed me what I was capable of instead of making me feel like trash. It turned out I was capable of a hell of a lot. But on my last mission, I’d pushed myself as far as I could without something breaking inside.

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Advertisement Blood Runs Cold (Marchesi Loan Sharks #3) Read Online Silvia Violet http://www.books2020.com/blood-runs-cold-marchesi-loan-sharks-3-read-online-silvia-violet Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:10:51 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/blood-runs-cold-marchesi-loan-sharks-3-read-online-silvia-violet Genre: M-M Romance, Mafia Authors: Silvia Violet Series: Marchesi Loan Sharks Series by Silvia Violet
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My life turned upside down when I uncovered my bosses’ criminal activities and needed protection. Instead of the type of safehouse I expected. I was sent to a historic townhouse to live with Dom, a scarred former assassin who rarely talks and wishes I wasn't there. The only upside, he’s a hot AF silver fox.

He’s also straight and old enough to be my father, but since I don’t have anything else to do while I wait to testify, I might as well see if I can melt the ice he’s encased himself in. I long to find out how much heat lies underneath.

Dom has no end of secrets. I soon learn the woman who is out to get me is after him as well. With our lives on the line, and Dom not so straight after all, we both give into our need for comfort. Is there any chance Dom will open up to more, or will his heart remain closed off even if his body is mine?

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COREY

My world turned upside down because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It really couldn’t have been more wrong if I’d tried. I needed to consult with one of the senior partners in our law firm. His assistant was at lunch, and I didn’t realize he had a client in his office. I knocked, and I swear I heard him grunt, which was his way of communicating simple phrases like “come in”. I opened the door a crack and realized there was a tense discussion in progress. I should have backed away, but the phrases “affected drugs” and “get us all arrested” made me stay. We did contract law, not criminal.

What I overheard that day was pure evil, and now the people behind the criminal organization that involved our senior partners wanted me dead.

Now, I was on a call with a man whose name I didn’t know. He’d sent guards to protect me, and he was supposedly working on getting me to a safe house. The senior FBI agent who was working the case told me I could trust him, but I was skeptical.

I switched my phone to my other hand and wiped my sweaty palm on my pants as I paced my apartment. “I’m not going to be good on the witness stand. I’ll be too nervous to remember the right things to say.”

“You can handle it, you have to. The case rests on your testimony, so we’re counting on you,” the man on the phone said.

“Who’s we?”

A moment passed before he answered. “The people who are keeping you safe.”

“You still haven’t told me who you are.”

“It’s best you don’t know too much about us.” Ever since O’Conner the lead investigator working the case handed me her phone and told me to make arrangements for my protection with the man on the line, I’d been trying to figure out exactly who he was and what the hell was happening. The guards he’d sent to my apartment were intimidating as hell. I’d been afraid of them initially, but they were polite and efficient, and I was thankful to have them.

“Won’t you have to show yourself at the trial?” I asked.

“The FBI will handle the trial. We’re handling your security.” That was the type of non-answer I’d come to expect.

“So you’re not with the FBI?” This hadn’t been clear to me, and no one had answered my questions.

“No.”

I usually trusted easily. That’s how I’d missed that the senior partners at my firm were deeply involved in selling illegal prescription drugs, including ones cut with fentanyl. One of our new paralegals was an undercover FBI agent, but despite his presence, I’d been the one to get the evidence they needed. I prided myself on being optimistic and upbeat, but it was a little hard when a major criminal organization had me on their kill list and I had no idea who the people were who insisted on helping me. “Why can’t the FBI handle my protection?”

“They could, but we’re better, and we have an interest in the case. Trust me.”

How was I supposed to trust anyone anymore? “I don’t even know your name.”

“You can call me X.” Was that supposed to make me feel better? I wasn’t starring in an action film.

“I don’t want to die.”

“Then do what I say. I’m sending some men to pick you up in about an hour. They’ll take you to a safe house where you’ll stay until the trial.”

“I know how slowly the courts move. That will take months or”—Oh God—“years.”

X huffed. “I have some pull. I’m working on pushing this through quickly.”

Who was this man who could take over the duties of the FBI and speed up trial schedules? Someone fucking powerful who I shouldn’t piss off, obviously. “How will I know the men who arrive are sent by you?”

“Because I have people watching your home, and they’ll shoot anyone else who tries to get to you.”

That was to the point. “So no code word or anything?”

“What do you want them to say? ‘The eagle has landed’ or some shit?”

“Well, I mean….”

“Fine. The code word is ‘umbrella’.”

I glanced outside. The sun shone weakly through the haze of clouds. There was no sign of rain or snow, just continued cold. No reason for anyone to have an umbrella. “I guess that will do.” Shit, what was I doing questioning this man’s decision? “Who is in charge of the safe house?”

“His name is Dom.”

“That’s it? No last name like Adele or Cher?”

X sighed. “Dominic Marchesi, and just so you’re aware, Dom isn’t much of a talker. He’s more of a recluse. He’s not going to baby you or anything, but he will keep you safe.”

“I don’t need to be babied, I just⁠—”

X had already hung up.

How bad was my future bodyguard if the scary man on the phone felt the need to warn me about him? Were they sending me to a fucking demon or what? Did I have a choice? I could pretend I did, but realistically, no. I didn’t have the ability to defend myself. I’d never shot a gun in my life, and I wasn’t even coordinated enough to play pickleball with my colleagues. How the hell was I going to escape from some crime syndicate?

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Vito's story, Book 2 in the Marchesi Loan Sharks series:

Who knew a hockey game could change your life?

The first time I saw Zeke on the ice, I knew he was mine.

My brother said I was stalking Zeke, but I like to think of it as showing my appreciation. I pretended it was just a game, something to keep me occupied since my family didn't really need me.

The way Zeke searched the stands for me when he thought I wasn’t watching let me know he wanted me too, even if he wasn’t ready to admit it. One day he'd give in. That was inevitable.

He comes to me, needing a loan. The year he spent in Vegas wasn't kind to him, and he's in deep debt. He doesn't like the terms I offer and tries to walk away.

I'll never let that happen. He's in danger, and no one is going to hurt him. Not on my watch.

I knew I could make him surrender to me, but the more time I spend with him, the more I find myself revealing things I've never told anyone. Money problems I can easily fix, and I make a damn good bodyguard, but is it possible we might heal each other? Is it possible for two wounded men to fall in love?

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PROLOGUE

VITO

Iwished like hell I was in Las Vegas for a vacation, but I’d been sent to collect intel for the family business. I’d get the work done, but there was no reason I couldn’t have some fun while I was there.

I’d lucked into tickets for the Vegas Wildcats home game. A loud, fierce hockey game was just what I needed after a long day of meeting with close-lipped assholes who didn’t seem to understand the hell the Marchesis could rain down on them if they failed to meet our terms.

I was thrilled when I realized the seats were in the center section against the glass. I loved being right in the action. As the teams warmed up, I couldn’t take my eyes off Vegas’s No. 14, Zeke Balogh, one of the league’s growing number of out and proud gay players. He looked right up at me as he stretched on the ice, opening his legs wide and pulsing his ass. I held his gaze for several seconds. He was fucking mesmerizing. The other players looked just as obscene as they worked their hips open, but something about the way Balogh moved made my whole body feel electrified. He was hot as hell, and I wished I could see more than his face and the long hair flowing down his back.

He turned away as he rolled to his stomach and brought a knee out to the side, stretching his groin. I’d like to be right behind him. I could help him stretch and then put that ass to good use.

Once he was on his feet again, I kept my eyes on him. How was his skating hotter than any other players’? I couldn’t stop watching him. It was like he’d put a spell on me.

When the warm-up time ended, I immediately pulled out my phone and looked up everything I could find on Balogh. This was his first year in the NHL. I’d be more than happy to give him some tips about fan service.

He was twenty-two, so old enough to know what he was doing, and if the flexibility he’d just showed was any indication, he’d be damn good at whatever he wanted to try, and I’d be happy to try just about anything with him. Once I read his basic stats, I looked further into articles about him. Apparently, since he’d been in Vegas, he’d gained a reputation for running through men as fast as he skated. Had the look he’d given me been as meaningful as I’d wanted it to be?

I was going to find out.

A few texts to the friend who’d gotten me the ticket was all it took to find out where the team usually hung out after a game. I was going to track down Balogh and see just how slutty he could be.

The bar was packed but it didn’t take me long to find him. I hung back, watching Balogh talk to his teammates and a group of men and women who were clustered around them. I waited for a chance to talk to him alone. I didn’t mind since the extra time gave me a chance to look at him. Without his helmet, his dark brown hair was even more stunning. I imagined myself taking hold of it and pulling his head back, exposing his throat for me to bite. He was wearing a tight black Henley that showed off the defined muscles in his chest and arms. His jeans were also tight, clinging to his plump ass. I wanted to squeeze those cheeks and hear him moan.

Eventually he headed toward the bar, and I followed him. I gave a look to the guy standing next to him, the same look I gave to men who owed my family and hadn’t paid up. He took off, and I moved in beside Balogh.

“You looked good out there on the ice today,” I said after he’d placed his order.

“Thanks.” He accepted his drink and finally turned to face me.

His eyes widened when they met mine.

“I saw you watching me from the ice.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I….”

“Don’t deny it.”

He took a step back from the bar. I loved that I’d unnerved him. He was so sure of himself when he played. I liked seeing him off balance now. Was he afraid of me? I was damn good at scaring people. That was my job.

As he moved back, I moved toward him until we were standing so close it was all I could do not to reach for him.

“I should get back to the team,” he said.

I shook my head. “Not yet. I’m curious about something.”

He glanced toward his friends then back to me. “What?”

“How real is your reputation?”

Anger flashed in his eyes. “I enjoy men. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“No, there’s nothing wrong with it, but I wonder…do you get bored with all those little twinks who pursue you? Would you like to enjoy someone older, someone who could match the aggression you show on the ice? A man who could make you do whatever he says?”

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Liam
I was drowning in debt and my sister needed help, so I made a terrible choice. I borrowed money from the infamous Marchesi family, knowing I had no way to pay them back.
Did I think I could evade them?
Did I think I’d win the lottery?
No, I didn’t think at all. I just acted.
Now, a killer is at my door, a man known for his ruthlessness, his persistence, and the way he can bring a man to his knees – for business or pleasure.
I’ve got to find a way to pay him back, and the only thing I own free and clear is my body.

Valentino
My job is extracting money from delinquent clients. If they can’t pay with cash, they pay with pain.
The next client on my list is Liam, but when I show up at his house ready to take his money or break him, I find a desperate young man who intrigues me so much I consider other options.
When he offers himself as payment, I long to torment him in ways we’ll both enjoy, but clients are off limits, and only fools break Marchesi family rules.
I might just let him make a fool of me.

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PROLOGUE

Two Years Ago

Liam

I squeezed my sister’s hand as I watched tears run down her cheek. We’d both done more than our fair share of crying since the accident, but seeing her heart break when we lost our father nearly did me in.

I shifted position in the hard plastic chair, awkwardly putting my arm around her. My other arm was stabilized with a sling as I waited impatiently for my collarbone to heal. Every movement I made was painful, but Ava needed comfort. That was all that mattered.

A doctor stepped through the swinging doors, and I tensed before I realized he was not the surgeon attending to our mother. I’d lost count of how many times Ava and I had sat here waiting for news. There’d been so many surgeries, so many attempts to save our parents. My mother had yet to regain consciousness, and now the doctors were once again trying to stop internal bleeding. I tried to be hopeful, but I knew the chances we would get good news—like the smiling family sitting across from us—were slim to none.

Ava laid her head on my good shoulder and wiped away her tears. “What are we going to do? If mom recovers, how will we ever pay for all the care she needs? It’s going to cost thousands, hundreds of thousands maybe, and my fall tuition payment is due next week.”

I fought the urge to curl into a ball as the few memories I had of the accident flashed in my mind: the car barreling toward us, trying to accelerate to get out of the way, my mom screaming.

I had no idea where we’d get that kind of money. I’d been at my current construction job for over a year, and I made decent money, but even if I could heal fast enough to keep the job, I didn’t know how we would come up with money for medical bills and Ava’s tuition. All I knew was that I would find a way for her to finish school.

“We’ll figure it out. My boss has been great about working with me so far. He knows as soon as I’m cleared by the doctors, I’ll be back on the job.” My head was pounding, but maybe I could fake it well enough for the doctors to believe I wasn’t still having symptoms from the concussion. I could at least do some office work until my collarbone healed.

Ava frowned. “I should get a job too. Without a scholarship⁠—”

“No. We’re going to work it out. It’ll be okay. My phone buzzed, and I reached into my pocket and pulled it out.

“Who is it?” Ava asked.

It was my boss. “It’s Mr. Kemp. I better take it.”

“What do you think he wants?”

“Probably just checking on me. I’ll be right back, okay?” I stepped away as I answered, moving far enough down the hall that Ava wouldn’t hear my conversation.

“How are you feeling?” Mr. Kemp asked.

“Better every day.” I forced myself to sound upbeat.

“That’s good. Look, we just signed a contract on a new project. It’s a big one. Any chance you’ll be back with us by the end of the week?”

Not with two working arms. “I don’t think I can be ready that soon. My mom is in surgery right now, and my collarbone is still healing. I might be ready for some paperwork.”

“I really need you on the crew for the new job.”

“Maybe in two weeks I can be there.”

Mr. Kemp sighed. “I’m really sorry, Liam. I’ve tried to wait, but I’m going to have to replace you. We can’t wait to get the new job started.”

I leaned back against the wall as my knees buckled. The edges of my vision started to go dark. I closed my eyes and pressed my hand against the wall, trying to ground myself. Was this really happening? What were we going do if I didn’t have a job? How was I going to find one now while I was injured and needing to spend as much time as I could with my mom and my sister?

“I hope your mom’s surgery goes well,” Mr. Kemp said.

I swallowed, then forced out some words. “Thank you.”

“Take care of yourself.” He ended the call.

I stood there, holding the phone to my face. I felt numb. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk, but I needed to get back to Ava. What the hell was I going to tell her? Not the truth, that was for sure.

Despite my dizziness and blurry vision, I managed to make my way back to Ava.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing.” I fought to school my face. “I just…I still get a little dizzy when I walk around.”

“You should go lie down.”

“No, I’m fine. I want to stay here with you.”

“What did Mr. Kemp have to say?”

“Like I thought, he just wanted to check on me.” I hated lying to her, but I’d hate scaring her even more.

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I thought I’d be spending a long, boring summer as the virtual prisoner of my mafioso father.

Instead, a series of bad choices left me staring down Tony Marchesi, the man who’d given me the best night of my life.

He was the only man I’d ever wanted to keep until I’d learned he was one of my father’s enemies. Utterly forbidden.

And now here he was, back in my life when I was at my lowest.

He looked ready to kill me–or ravage me.

Which would it be?

Would I survive the night? Would my heart?

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TONY

Ihit the gas, zipping in and out between cars that had slowed to a crawl. Despite the August heat radiating off the pavement, I was glad to be on a motorcycle so I could actually make progress in this damn Boston traffic,. Of course Vinnie had chosen me to send across town. He needed to extract money from some asshole who thought he could just ignore his debts. Putting the guy in his place was my assignment.

I never meant to end up working for the Trevisani family business. It just happened. Or rather I had ended up with no other options.

After I quit school, I lost a series of jobs because I was too much of an idiot to even try and get my life together. I ended up with two options: get kicked out of my apartment and try to make it on the streets or let the cousin I’d stayed friends with since we’d beaten each other up on the elementary school playground find me a job.

Micky Trevisani appeared to be a good guy as long as you didn’t check his rap sheet or look too closely at what he did for the family. He was always smiling, and he was a hell of a wingman when we went out drinking, but his older brother Vinnie—the current head of the family—scared the shit out of me. And now he was my boss.

I’d had the good fortune to reach 6’4”, and the one thing I’d managed to be consistent about since high school was going to the gym. Micky and I had gone from sparring on the playground to sparring in the ring at our gym. He hated to admit it, but these days, I won every time. I was strong as fuck, and since I’d failed at any other job I’d tried, I was working as muscle for the family.

I finally arrived at my destination. The house belonged to the deceased parents of Billy Dunn, known by his associates as a petty thief, gambler, and drunk.

There weren’t any lights on, but as late as it was, that didn’t mean no one was home. I checked my weapon and studied the house to make sure I didn’t see anyone watching from the windows—thankfully there weren’t any neighbors close enough to keep watch. Satisfied I was alone, I wiped the sweat from my face and made my way to the front door.

I didn’t expect Billy to answer my knock, but I gave it a try anyway. With an IQ like his, he might think his childhood home was actually a decent hiding place. When I didn’t get a response, I walked across the porch and looked in the windows. Nothing. No sign that anyone was home.

I circled around to the back door. No one was visible in the kitchen, and no one answered my knock. I tried again, increasing my force, and pounding on the door with my fist. The impact rattled the kitchen window but still no one appeared.

I pulled out my lock picking kit and let myself in. No alarm sounded, and my flashlight beam didn’t reveal a keypad for a silent system that would summon the police. I didn’t see or hear anything to indicate that Billy had a security system. Did the fucker really think he was that safe?

I stepped inside, weapon out, and began to move through the house room by room. Once I cleared the kitchen, I headed into the living room.

“Billy!” I yelled. “Come on out and talk to me. We’ve got business to settle.”

No response.

I started toward the hall when I heard a sound. I turned quickly and saw a man opening the back door. I didn’t know who he was, but he sure as hell wasn’t Billy. He was at least six inches shorter, a lot thinner, and when he turned to close the door, I could tell he had a fucking perfect ass.

“Freeze,” I yelled. The man had the good sense to obey me. There was something about him that tickled my memory. Had I met him before? “Turn around.”

He hit the light switch as he obeyed, and I sucked in my breath. I sure as hell did know him. Intimately. Biblically. We’d starting hooking up months ago, meeting every week, sometimes spending the whole weekend together, but never exchanging names or taking things any further—no matter how much I wanted to. It had been the best sex of my life, and I’d grown more and more certain he was meant to be mine.

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Everyone envies me. I have it all: money, power, a perfect body. For years I’ve spent my days chasing pleasure, but now I want something else.

I don’t know what that is until I end up in bed with Laurie, my little brother’s best friend. The one man I’ve been forbidden to touch.

He’s hurting. He needs me. We try to keep our hands off each other, but we’re alone in Aruba. The sun and the water beckon, and I can’t stay away.

Then danger threatens Laurie and my brother. No matter what I have to do, I won’t let them be taken from me. I will fight to keep everyone safe and to make Laurie mine.

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WORTH

Miles was calling, but I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I’d spent all day ignoring calls and texts from my mother, my sister, and several members of the staff I was supposed to be supervising. I couldn’t do this anymore. I didn’t want to be stuck in an office building all day. I wanted freedom.

My mother thought I was a lazy piece of shit, but that wasn’t true. There were plenty of things I was willing to do, like running the art auctions she held several times a year. But since in her mind I was destined to be the CEO of Chamberlain Consolidated, it was that or nothing. So I’d learned to excel at doing nothing but drowning myself in pleasure.

If I had my way, I’d be on an island or in a mountain cabin right now, not stuck in the city with the heat rising off the asphalt, all my friends in happily-ever-after monogamous relationships, and my life seeming more useless than ever.

Reluctantly, I accepted the call; Miles was one of my best friends, after all.

Miles was speaking before I could even say hello. “We’ve got a situation here, and we need you.”

“What kind of situation?”

“Matteo spotted a member of the cartel in the city.”

Matteo was the former enemy and now boyfriend of our friend Carter. We’d all been involved in the takedown of a Colombian drug cartel, which may sound far-fetched, but Carter and Matteo are former SEALs, and Matteo is also former CIA. If there was trouble with the cartel, no wonder Miles sounded so tense.

I wasn’t sure what they needed me for, though. I had none of the skills Carter and Matteo had, and I didn’t work for Miles’s company like our other best friend Ford. Even Ford had skills Miles needed—primarily keeping Miles out of legal trouble. I was the fun friend, the one to go drinking with, the one who always knew the best new restaurants, the one who knew the best bars to find a hook up that would help you forget even the shittiest day. I wasn’t qualified to help them stop a dangerous enemy.

“I’ve got a meeting soon and⁠—”

“Worth, we need you here.”

“Do you?” Was I really supposed to believe that?

“Yes.”

I sighed. I’d never turned down a request for help from any of my best friends, not since we’d bonded with each other at boarding school.

I wasn’t going to start now. “Fine. I’ll be there. How soon?”

“Five o’clock.”

I glanced at the ornate marble clock on my living room wall. I hated the damn thing, but my mother had insisted I keep it since it was my grandmother’s. I should have enough time to shower, dress, and have my driver drop me at Montgomery Enterprises. “See you then.”

“Good. Thank you.”

Like usual, Miles ended the call abruptly. I sat staring at my phone. He’d thanked me. Miles didn’t say please or thank you. He gave commands and expected everyone—even his friends—to obey. Rarely did anyone question him, except his boyfriend, Ben.

Something strange was going on. There’s no way he needed me urgently for some kind of war-room planning. That coupled with the “thank you” spelled trouble, but the only way to find out what was going on was to show up at this “emergency” meeting. I knew Miles wouldn’t tell me more before then, and I doubted any of our other friends would either.

I decided to wear my favorite lightweight blue suit. I might as well look good even if I’d rather be home in my silk pajamas feeling sorry for myself. I got several appreciative looks from both men and women as I entered Montgomery Enterprises headquarters. Despite knowing how damn fine I looked, my heart was pounding as I stepped into the elevator. Something was off, and I was about to find out what that was.

When the elevator opened into the executive suite, I headed to Miles’s office.

“They’re waiting for you,” his assistant said.

“Thank you.”

I took a breath as I opened the door, expecting to see Miles, Ford, Carter, and probably Matteo. What I didn’t expect was my brother. He was supposed to be in Chicago doing an internship at a law office. “Beck, what are you doing here?”

“Sit down.” Miles spoke before my brother could answer.

Heat rose into my face. “You lied to me.”

“We needed you here. That wasn’t a lie.”

“The rest of it was, and whatever you think this is—” I gestured around at everyone. “I’m not interested.”

“Worth,” Beck said. “Please stay. I’m here because I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” I turned to go.

“Worth?” It was Carter this time. “You helped me when I was all messed up about Matteo. I want to help you now.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m just….”

“Really fucking unhappy,” Ford supplied.

I let out a long breath. “It hasn’t been the best few months, but I don’t need some kind of intervention.”

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Carter is scarred physically and emotionally from his time as a Navy SEAL. The last thing he needs is for his nemesis to find him again and make Carter want to both kill him and kiss him.

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CARTER

one year ago

Icouldn’t believe I was actually doing this. I knew better, so much better.

If you get caught, it’s not like you can’t just go home and use all that money you refuse to spend.

I will never do that.

Then maybe you should turn your ass around and go back to headquarters.

I considered it. That would be the smart thing to do, but I was a hell of a lot more stubborn than I was smart—just ask any member of my family—and it had been way too long since I’d gotten pleasure from anything but my own hand.

When Matteo made it clear that, despite acting like he hated me most of the time, he would be more than happy to hook up, I ignored all his signals. My pretense of indifference did nothing to deter him. Since subtlety hadn’t worked, he came right out with a bold proposition to meet him at a motel tonight, one where there were no cameras and no one who gave a damn what we did or whether we left there alive.

He hadn’t left what he wanted up to my imagination. He’d made it very clear that he wanted to fuck me. I rarely bottomed, but the filthy words he’d used as he described his need to hold me down and take me mercilessly had made me rock hard.

I needed to know if the reality was as good as the fantasy. No way in hell was I going to turn around and go home, not even knowing the trouble we could both get in for fraternization.

You could easily find a willing man in a bar.

I didn’t want just anyone. I wanted Matteo. I had since the day he’d been assigned to my platoon.

I thought about how my best friends back home would react to my stupidity. Even if I could ask their advice, I likely wouldn’t. Besides, I already knew what they would say. Ford would tell me to walk away. Miles would say to enjoy every second of it because I had always been a rule follower unless it involved the safety of my friends. Worth would tell me to go for it. He’d say I deserved to enjoy myself, and if that meant giving my ass to the hottest guy I’d ever worked with, that’s what I should do.

I found the place Matteo told me to meet him. I hoped he was okay with fucking me standing up, because I had no intention of laying down on the beds in this place. I might have had to do some horrible shit since I’d joined the navy, but I wasn’t going to voluntarily open myself up to whatever germs and bugs were on those mattresses, not to mention the sweat of who knows how many people. I almost reconsidered meeting him. The oppressive Colombian heat had all of us permanently sweaty.

But I felt eyes on me as soon as I pulled my motorcycle to a stop at the curb. Matteo was there, standing in the shadows watching me. A shiver ran through me as I cut the engine and swung my leg over the seat. I said a prayer that my bike wouldn’t be stolen before we were done.

Matteo stepped away from the building and held up a key. When he headed across the dark parking lot, I followed him, barely able to make out the contours of his perfect ass.

My dick twitched at the idea of finally getting my hands on it. I needed to know if it felt as good as it looked.

Matteo unlocked the door, though I was sure either of us could easily have kicked it in. The lock wasn’t going to deter anyone who was serious about getting inside.

He held the door open and gestured for me to enter first like this was a date and he was trying to impress me, but the smile on his face was anything but welcoming. It was sinister, and it made me shiver.

This was a mistake. Matteo wasn’t someone I should mess with.

Ignoring the warnings in my head, I stepped inside the room, and he shut the door behind me. I started to speak, but he grabbed me, shoved me up against the thin wall, and pressed his arm against my throat. He wasn’t cutting off my air—yet—but he was making it clear how easily he could crush my windpipe if I wasn’t prepared to fight back.

I snarled as I shoved at his arm, but he pushed back, pinning me to the wall with his whole body. I’d have to hurt him to free myself; I wasn’t quite ready to do that, even as a rare spike of fear shot through me.

I rarely feared anyone I encountered. I was strong as fuck, and I knew more ways to kill a man than most people could even think of, but Matteo’s strength matched mine and he’d had the same training. I had no assurance I would come out on top in a fight. Instead of having a reasonable reaction like kneeing him in the balls, I reveled in the rush of adrenaline. Why was being pinned by him so fucking hot?

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