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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)

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I rescued her because I had to. I fell in love with her because she gave me no choice.
Roman Costas
Powerful. Intensely private.
Cold. Dangerous.
When he unwittingly puts an innocent woman in danger, he does something he never planned.
Becomes involved.
He didn’t anticipate the feelings Effie Warner brought out in him.
He didn’t expect the woman he rescued to become his world.
All he knows is that he’ll burn down the city to keep her safe.
No matter the consequences.
The suspenseful finale in Men of the Falls duet by New York Times Bestselling author Melanie Moreland

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CHAPTER 1

ROMAN

Ipulled my glasses off my face, dropping them onto the stack of paperwork in front of me.

God, I hated paperwork. I rubbed my eyes and stood, walking to the large windows in front of me. Niagara Falls in all its glory met my gaze. Its never-ending rage mesmerized me. So much power from something as simple as water. A flowing stream, peaceful and calm, belied what danger lurked beneath it at the end.

Much like me.

That odd thought made me laugh, and I shook my head at my wayward thoughts, strolling to the bar and pouring a finger of scotch. I tossed it back, the liquid gold coating my throat and helping to ease the tension in my shoulders. I set down the glass before I was tempted to have another. It was only eleven in the morning, and although I could handle my liquor, I didn’t want to be drinking this early in the day by myself. If my right hand were here, he’d be happy to sip some scotch and talk shit for a while, but the bastard was away on his honeymoon, leaving me short my most trusted employee, which was beginning to cause issues.

I glanced at my desk and the necessary evil that waited for me. Despite hating the paperwork, I liked what it showed me. Our bottom line was strong. Ironclad. It grew monthly. Our holdings were vast and diversified. Aside from the money we laundered through the casinos, the businesses themselves made my brother and me very wealthy.

I sat down, almost grateful for the knock at the door that interrupted me.

“In,” I called.

The door opened, and Franco stepped inside. I tamped down my impatience. “What?”

He came closer, his face and neck damp, showing his fear. He should be scared—I was still pissed over the situation he had come to talk about.

“You better have good news.”

“We found her, boss.”

“Fucking hallelujah. She should never have got away.”

“I know Tony feels bad⁠—”

I cut him off. “I hope her pussy was fucking heaven and makes up for the hell he’s in now.”

Fresh sweat beaded on his forehead. “You want me to bring her in?”

“No. Downstairs. I don’t want her in here.”

“Okay, boss. I have her there already. I thought so.” He lifted his eyebrows as if expecting praise. He was lucky I didn’t cut his balls off. He was almost as much to blame for this as Tony.

“Someone better be watching her.”

“I got two men on it.”

I indicated the door with a tilt of my chin. “I’ll be down shortly. She better not have fucking touched anything on my desk. Or I’ll be touching you—with my fist. You understand me?”

“On it.”

He scurried off, and I turned to my bank of monitors. The entire far wall was covered with them. I could see and hear any part of the casino with a tap of my finger. I entered a code that showed me parts the public never saw. I zoomed into the lower office. It wasn’t like this space at all. Up here, I had a view, an opulent office, and a set of private quarters, including a luxurious en suite. The office downstairs had cement walls, a simple desk, and a sofa. A couple of visitor chairs. Filing cabinets. Windows that looked onto the street—the view uninspiring. It looked like an office. I met with people there when I wanted total privacy. Especially when I wanted to make them uneasy.

Like the woman sitting in the visitor’s chair, attempting to look bored and unaffected. I tapped the zoom, getting a closer look.

Tall, blond, slender, with big tits. A pretty enough face. She was relaxed back on the chair, pretending not to be uncomfortable. But I knew she was. Those chairs were designed to be that way. If you were sitting in them, I didn’t want you there for long. She crossed her legs, swinging one foot impatiently. Four-inch heels adorned her feet, her toes a bright red. The polish matched the lipstick on her mouth.

She was the sort of woman I might gravitate to. Pick up at the casino or bar and take upstairs to fuck. Then walk away from and forget about.

But she didn’t interest me in the slightest. Except for one thing.

She owed me money. A lot of it.

I stood and buttoned my jacket, adjusting my tie so it was straight. I stopped in front of the mirror and made sure my hair was in place. Image, after all, was everything.

Then I went down the private elevator to collect what she owed me.

She turned her head as I walked in, shutting the door behind myself, the lock slipping into place with a loud click. She watched me stride to my desk and sit down. We regarded each other silently. This close, she wasn’t as attractive as she appeared on camera. She looked hard, the lines on her face cleverly hidden with makeup. Her hair wasn’t naturally blond, and I would bet my last buck her tits weren’t real either. Her lips were too full, her dress too revealing, and her makeup applied with a heavy hand. Her eyes were a dark brown. Flat. Cold.

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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)

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My best friend is the king of the Niagara Falls underworld. There is no one I am more devoted to. Until she catches my eye and changes everything.
Aldo Ricci
Right hand to Roman Costas.
Enforcer. Loyal.
Alone.
Happy to stay that way.
Until she walks into his life.
Violet Nelson
Unexpected. Alluring. Off-limits.
But he can’t stay away.
The last thing he expected from her was the one thing he’d never sought.
Redemption.

A thrilling romance duet from New York Times Bestselling author Melanie Moreland

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CHAPTER 1

ALDO

Isat down at the desk in the office I shared with Roman Costas—my boss. It was one of many offices in the large building that housed a first-class hotel and casino in Niagara Falls. We called this one the war room. The glass wall on the one end gave us an overview of the casino below. We used it a lot. We strategized. Budgeted. Discussed.

I mostly used another office close to the casino, Roman only joining me there on occasion. I conducted interviews, met with employees, and worked there when I needed some space. Roman had his own personal office on the top floor of the hotel. It was accessed by a private elevator and was attached to a suite he spent many nights in. There was a connected suite used exclusively by his nonna. No one and nothing were allowed on that part of the floor unless given permission by Roman himself. Very few of us had access.

Then there was the “office” in the basement. It was one you didn’t want to be invited to. Chances were, if you were, you wouldn’t walk out. Or if you did, you had learned a very valuable and painful lesson.

Never to cross Roman Costas.

I poured a cup of coffee, inhaling the aroma of the rich liquid. I let my mind wander, thinking of the first time I had met Roman. We’d both been eight. My mother had gone to work for the Costas family. Roman’s mother was a pretty lady and a kind employer. My father worked for their father as a driver. I only ever spied Mr. Costas on occasion, and when I did, I stayed out of the way. We lived in a small house on the other side of their large estate north of Toronto. Roman and I became good friends, bonding over trucks. His brother Luca joined us often, the three of us playing together. Life was normal. As normal as I knew it.

And then, three years later, Mrs. Costas died. Everything changed. Their already distant father became more withdrawn and cold.

Playing was not allowed for the brothers. Or laughter. Martial arts, shooting lessons, intense study took center stage. A sense of darkness hovered over the house. As the boys grew older, Mr. Costas pitted the brothers against each other, rewarding the victor, punishing the loser. He “taught” them lessons no kids should learn. They witnessed violence continuously. Roman loathed it. Luca despised it. Both endured.

Nonna came to live with them not long after their mother died. She was the one thing in their life that prevented them from becoming like their father. She kept them together, constantly reminding them of their bond as brothers. As family. Without her, I was certain the brothers would have become replicas of their father. But she kept the spirit of their gentler mother alive within them. When Mr. Costas was away, which was often, the house was different, the boys freer. But as soon as he stepped through the doorway, the silence would descend. They hid huge pieces of themselves away from him, knowing he would destroy those parts. Nonna fed those and kept the light alive, all while seemingly bowing to Mr. Costas’s demands.

As the years went by, Roman and I remained tight. I was allowed to be around because of my father, but I wasn’t considered one of them. At least, not to their father. To Roman and, even to some extent, Luca, I was a brother and treated as such. Nonna V accepted me and loved me as one of her own. When my own mother died of cancer when I was thirteen, she became the soft spot for me I was missing. When I was eighteen, my father had a heart attack—Roman, Luca, and Nonna V became my only family.

And thanks to the unexpected growth spurt I had when I was sixteen, I became Roman’s right hand and undeclared security. At six foot five, I wasn’t messed with. Thanks to my love of using exercise to work out my frustrations, I was broad, strong, and, according to Roman, serious.

I liked to tell him my intensity came from copying him. It was rare to see a smile on his face, unless we were in private. For a few years, I never saw one.

Once his father died, that changed.

Everything changed.

The door opening made me look up. Roman strode in, looking tired and sporting a bruise to his cheekbone. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at his desk with a long sigh.

“Fuck me, is today over?” he muttered.

I chuckled, glancing at my watch. “It’s nine a.m., Roman.”

“Great.”

“You been going a few rounds with your trainer?” I indicated the bruise on his face.

“Luca.”

I was surprised. The brothers rarely fought.

He leaned back in his chair, shutting his eyes. “I deserved it.”

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