Deadly Little Sparrow (Mafia Bound #1)

by K.M. Neuhold

Where will I go when I’m finished here? Fuck if I know. I can’t think about later. All I have is now. And for now, this is home sweet home.

Pretty little Sparrow. Angry little bird.

Who are you, Little Sparrow? Will you let me close if I promise to be everything you need? We could be so beautifully dangerous together. Until then, I’ll keep watching.

Maybe I’m more fucked in the head than I realized. And maybe I don’t mind all that much.

Everyone dies. There is no time. It’s as inevitable as breathing and it can happen just as easily before the next sunrise as it can on my hundredth birthday. That realization might bring some men to their knees. It might send them spiraling, scrambling to make a deal with any devil they can find for just a little more time. But for me, it’s freeing.

He would hunt me down if I ever left? He wouldn’t have far to look. I want to live under his skin. I want to handcuff myself to him so I can make sure there isn’t a second in his day when this stone cold, needy, perfect man is going unworshipped.

My little bird wasn’t bluffing, he really can bring any man to heel with a snap of his fingers.

I want him inside of me. I want him riding me. I want his hands and his mouth. I want his unwavering, confident commands. I want everything he wants to give me. I just want him.

“See? Now you can be a good boy like you want,” he says, too sweetly for the way he’s torturing me. “Thank you, Sir,” I pant.

If anyone knows how to blow shit up, it’s Sal. Buildings, cars, his own relationships, he can do it all without breaking a sweat.