Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

“You bring Dom Fucking Gonzalez, the head of the Chicago mafia, into my home,

“I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.”

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear when I tattooed your name across my fucking throat. This”—I tap the letters—“is so everyone knows who I belong to.”

I hold up my phone for him to see the same bank balance I see. And then he rolls his eyes. This motherfucker rolls his eyes at me like I’m the one being absurd.

“Just remember me. That’s all I ask.”

“She’s a bit of a sharpshooter. Taught her myself.” He looks way too smug. “Finally know something about her that you don’t. Feels kinda nice.”

“I can’t believe you idiots run The fucking Alliance.” “You went to pretty long lengths to join us.” Nero lifts his left hand, flexing his fingers around his stained red diamond-encrusted brass knuckles. “Guess that makes you an idiot, too.”

Aspen’s jaw drops just as Payton lets out an aww from the other side of the counter. Aspen swings her head around to face Payton. “You think that’s sweet?” Payton doesn’t look at all embarrassed when she nods her head. “It is.” Aspen guffaws. “It’s psychotic.”