“Pretend you’re my boyfriend. Please.”
She’s a stranger. Big blue eyes. Innocent.
Way too pure for my dirty hands.
I should tell her to run. I’m bad news. The worst kind.
But I’ve never made a habit of doing the right thing.
I kiss her because I want her.
I want those cherry lips tangled up with mine.
I want to claim her. Own her.
I want her to learn that she doesn’t make the rules.
She doesn’t get to decide what’s pretend and what’s real.
But she’ll have plenty of time to learn to obey me. To surrender.
I’ll enjoy every pleasure-soaked minute of teaching her.
But she has no idea who I am.
I’m Angelo Luciani. Head of the Luciani crime family.
It turns out I’m not the only one with a secret.
She’s the daughter of my most bitter rival: Rosiano Torretti.
They say nothing can come between a man and his daughter.
But they’re wrong, I did one better…
I knocked her up.