When Villains Rise (Anti-Heroes in Love #2) Read Online Giana Darling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Anti-Heroes in Love Series by Giana Darling
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Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 123047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
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When Villains Rise (Anti-Heroes in Love #2)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Giana Darling

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B0961HRVZ5
Book Information:

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Giana Darling comes the conclusion to the Anti-Heroes in Love duet, a gripping mafia romance about the capo who will risk everything to keep the woman he loves safe...
I am the hero no one wanted...
I was a murderer. One of the cruelest and wealthiest men in New York City.
Dante Salvatore, capo of capos.
Yet I had one weakness.
Elena Lombardi.
Cold as ice, sharp as the edge of broken glass, and more beautiful than any woman should have the right to be, she stormed my defenses and razed my life as I knew it to the ground. For her, I would once again play the hero and prove myself worthy of her unconquerable heart.
For her, I would change everything.
I could have left her to the enemies hounding me, but instead, I made the unforgivable decision to take her with me to the old country. Now, there is no other option. In order to keep both of us safe, Elena Lombardi must become my wife.
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Anti-Heroes in Love Series by Giana Darling

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Giana Darling



“It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.”

– Anthony Burgess

When Villains Fall Playlist

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“Come Back For Me”––Jaymes Young

“So It Goes”––Taylor Swift

“Come Away With Me”––Norah Jones

“Naked”––Ella Mai

“Power”––Isak Danielson

“Far From Home”––Sam Tinnesz

“Flames”––Tedy

“Love Don’t Hate It”––Duncan Laurance

“Devil Devil”––MILCK

“Musica Per Vino”–– Italian instrumental

“Turn Me On”––Norah Jones

“Goddess”––Cobi

“Secrets and Lies”––Ruelle

“Woozy”––Glass Animals, Jean Deaux

“Kingdom Fall”––Claire Wyndham

“Rival”––Ruelle

“You Belong To Me”––Cat Pierce

“Start A War”––Klergy, Valerie Broussard

“Play With Fire”––Sam Tinnesz feat. Yacht Money

“I Shall Rise”––Karen O

“Soldier”––Fleurie

“No Time To Die”––Billie Eilish

“Count On Me”––NEEDTOBREATHE

“Boom Boom”–– 2WEI, Jon, Bri Bryant

“Touch”––Haux

“Buon Natale”––Nat King Cole

“Crooked”––Amos Lee

“Work”––Charlotte Day Wilson

“Falling Water”––Peter Oren

“Call Out My Name”––The Weeknd

“Walk Through Fire”––Zayde Wolf

“Scars”––Boy Epic

“Sweetest Devotion”––Adele

“Build It Better”––Aron Wright

Part One

Napoli

One

Elena

Loving him wasn’t the end of everything.

It’s funny they always make it seem that way in the books and movies.

Loving him was just the beginning.

In a way, it was the death of me.

The woman of before, the cold, calculating, stubbornly moral lawyer with a layered life and carefully constructed personality was buried six feet beneath the earth in New York City.

This new being, born from the ashes of a fire ignited by one man, was reborn on a plane somewhere over the mid-Atlantic Ocean.

I was newborn, as blank as a white sheet of paper, my future hovering over it like a poised pen.

I only knew three things.

Fleeing the country with a known criminal made me a felon by association so for the first time in my life, I was officially on the wrong side of the law.

We were returning to my homeland, a place I had sworn five years ago that I would never return to willingly. More than that, we were going into the belly of the beast. Naples. The stinking cesspool that was the heart of the Camorra mafia. The villains of my entire youth.

And thirdly, mostly importantly, I was indisputably and irretrievably in love with a mafia Don, a man who could and most certainly had killed people with his big, bare hands. A man by the name of Dante Salvatore. A man who had changed my entire world.

It was the only positive thing on my short list yet it seemed the most all-consuming, the only true thing that mattered.

I was in love with Dante.

I’d loved before.

So, why did this feel so different, so strange?

Even at the height of my affection for Christopher and Daniel, I’d felt solidly independent, removed enough from my emotions to operate logically and efficiently.

With Dante, I felt my edges blurring, my whole being smudged like a water color painting into the edges of him and his.

I didn’t want space or logic.

Dio mio, I’d fled the country and my entire life to be with him. Clearly, I wasn’t thinking logically.

But that was the craziness of it all.

I didn’t care if I was acting outside of my own interests, that I was being impulsive and reckless and passionate to a fault.

I didn’t care so much I felt like roaring with giddy, manic laughter.

I was unhinged, ripped from the caged structure of my previous life by Dante’s ruthless grasp.

I felt free.

So free.

For the first time ever.

“Lottatrice mia.”

The low purr of his British-Italian accent hooked through my gut and pulled my focus from the oval plane window and the night ocean beyond to the very man I was thinking about.

Dante sat in the butter soft leather seat the way he sat in anything, big body sprawled out, thick thighs spread, heavily muscled torso sunk deep into the plush cushions. He should have looked lazy, even insolent in such an easy pose, but it somehow only served to make him look more powerful. As if that relaxed façade could coil and strike at only a second’s notice.

With his ink dark eyes pinned on me, it was impossible to take him for anything less than the predator he was.

“Your loud thinking is disturbing my peace,” he had the audacity to tell me with one of those Italianate shrugs that was barely a twitch of one shoulder. “If you cannot sleep, Elena, perhaps I can find something else to occupy your busy mind.”

I’d fallen into an emotionally exhausted slumber almost as soon as I’d buckled into my seat to take off and I’d only just woken up to the calamitous riot of my thoughts. Trust Dante to know I was awake and brooding even while he was busy conducting business on his phone.

I leveled him with a haughty look, but inside my chest something like joy bubbled up. “Excuse me for disturbing your peace, you’re right. It’s completely unacceptable that I’m stewing over the fact I just effectively destroyed my life in New York to chase after a runaway felon fleeing to a country I abhor. How selfish of me.”

There was the faintest twitch in his full mouth, but otherwise, he only continued to give me that thousand-yard stare over steepled fingers. “Frankie?”


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