Matteo (The DiMaggio Crime Family, #1)

by T. Priceton

“The strength of a woman comes from her confidence within, and it’s my job as your mother to teach you and make you see the worth you have.”

Look at that. Honesty. Say it ain’t so.

This girl might actually make having a wife . . . exciting. There’s a thought I never thought I’d have.

An overbearing, insanely attractive, making me question everything that I know kind of man.

“Oh, good for you. You can play tonsil hockey like a champ.”

Jealousy isn’t a trait I’d find attractive in a man, but Matteo green with envy does something to me.

The man is shaped like a damn Greek god.

dropping his gaze to mine, and holy, fuck me sideways.

was spaced out on the deep V-line narrowing its way down his insanely perfect abdomen, which I’m sure he caught onto, as the corners of his mouth pull into a devilish grin and his eyes gleam.

I want to argue with him, but I also want him to do exactly what he said and make my eyes roll into the back of my head as I scream his name in complete and utter bliss.

They’re not quite as tall as Matteo, but they still tower over my five-foot-seven self.

Its nice to see a FMC my height!

I might feel silly for feeling threatened the way I did, but this bitch is an idiot, pathetic, and borderline crazy.

“I’m sorry, I just keep thinking of Pinky and the Brain, and then I can’t take this seriously.

“At least introduce yourself before you maul her daughter.”