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“There’s no such thing as good money or bad money. There’s just money.” —Lucky Luciano
Everyone knew that when someone had a reputation in this world it meant one thing: stay the hell away from them.
I felt tongue-tied around him, tilted off my point of gravity, and truthfully just hot, as though a blush permanently warmed my skin.
My future brother-in-law was even more handsome beneath bright sun. It was unfortunate his personality didn’t match.
“There are three sides to every story. Mine, yours and the truth.” —Joe Massino
“Oscar Perez” followed by “found shot execution style in front of
his apartment,” passed the reporter’s ruby red lips, I choked on my cereal.
“SON OF A BITCH!” came from my pa...
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He loves to be begged.
I realized I wasn’t only attracted to my fiancé. I was, with a madness that ached, completely and utterly infatuated with him.
“I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom.” He nuzzled my neck. His voice was warm and smooth, but his teeth were clenched. “And I’m afraid you’ve just created a monster.”
I’d let him inside of me. And now I’d never get him out.
“Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.”
If there was anything I knew with a certainty about Made Men, it was that they couldn’t grasp the concept of fidelity.
Slowly, I glanced at the man who lay like a freshly fucked king next to me.
I never let myself hate because I loved to live. But right now, I could say I hated something. Two things. That goddamn ring and the man who gave it to her.
had to get out of this goddamned house before I did something stupid, like demand she forget every man she’d ever met but me.
if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.
I wondered if she was on the pill, and in a disturbing way kind of hoped she wasn’t. I wanted an irrevocable tie to this woman. I wanted to write my name on her skin, to do all kinds of fucked-up shit so she knew she was mine. Like lock her in my room and hand-feed her.
He was comfort, security, and need, all in one. It had a name. Home.
If perfection had a face, a body, a voice—this girl would be it.
I would make this girl want me, need me, love me, because fuck if I was going it alone.
I would burn the world for him. He was King of the Cosa Nostra. And he was all mine.
