The Hacker is Now Live

The Hacker – Chapter One Desired – Prologue and Chapter One

The Hacker is Now Live

Title: The HackerSeries: Chicago Bratva #5Author: Renee RoseGenre: Mafia/Bratva RomanceRelease Date: September 28, 2021BLURB

SHE BETRAYED MY FAMILY—I WILL MAKE HER PAY.

The sweet redhead in our building isn’t as innocent as we thought.She brought a Fed into our circle. Got my twin brother shot.Now she will pay. I’m putting her in charge of nursing him back to health.If he dies, she dies. That’s what I told her, anyway.Of course I wouldn’t actually harm her.Our beautiful neighbor is already under my skin.But that won’t stop me from punishing herthen touching her in all the ways I vowed I wouldn’t.She’s ruined my peace. Become a distraction I can’t afford.I want to keep her under my control…

I need to keep her out of my heart.

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I turn to see Natasha standing in the doorway. She’s still in that fucking dress. The one that shows every single curve of her lithe body. It makes her look like a grown-up, someone I could do all the dirty things I frequently imagine doing to her.

“Get out.” I seriously cannot deal with her. I’m not ready. I need more information. I need to get behind a fucking computer!She doesn’t listen, though. She comes in, drifting ever closer, close enough for me to catch her ginger-peach scent. The one that seems to match her the red glints in her coppery hair.“I’m sick over what I did. What a mess I made of things. I… um… I’ve been trying to figure out why I wasn’t upfront about bringing Alex to the game.”I grind my molars and finally lift my icy gaze to hers. I even go so far as to take a few menacing steps in her direction.She registers the threat, backing up toward the wall. I want to kick my own ass for scaring her, but pushing her away—keeping myself shut off from her allure—is imperative. I can’t let myself soften toward her. She’s already the hugest liability possible.“Honestly?” Her fingers tangle together at her waist; she’s doing that fidgety thing she does when she’s nervous. “I think I was trying to get a rise out of you.”My brain scrambles in disbelief.Natasha is not the manipulative type. At least, I didn’t think so. She’s sweet and honest and giving.“I hoped you’d be jealous and finally make a move.”I’m suffocating suddenly by the friction of her words ricocheting inside my body. She hoped I’d…be jealous. And make a fucking move.I close the distance between us, my hand grasping her throat as I push her up against the wall. Her eyes widen, but I don’t have time to watch them dilate because my mouth crashes down on hers, taking everything I’ve wanted all these torturous months. It’s a brutal kiss. A punishment for all the agony she’s put me through. For what she’s still doing to me.I lick between her lips to lash her with my tongue. I let my teeth scrape her lips, I suck her tongue into my mouth. She gives it back with passion. So much more eagerness than I expect or deserve.Well, hell. My cock swells against my zipper. My kiss grows more feral.She reaches for my dick, giving the hardened outline against my jeans a squeeze. I catch her wrist and spin her to face the wall, punishing her with a sharp smack to her ass.