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I raise the gun and catch Luca in my crosshairs. That's when I lay eyes on the most beautiful boy I've ever seen.
If I leave a family fatherless, so be it. I'm a cold, hard, ruthless bastard. I don't give a shit.
Christian Price. A freshman at the City University of New York next fall. He lives alone with his roommate in the Bronx and is interested in cats, social media marketing, and dinosaurs, in no particular order. He's not twenty-one. He's nineteen.
"You know, I'm trying to blackmail you, but you're not making it easy."
"I'm two decades older than you," I growl. "They'll never believe we're dating." Christian glares at me. "How is that any different than what your family will think at Michael's wedding?" "Age gap relationships are more accepted in Russia than in the United States. Your friends won't buy it for an instant. My family expects it."
The last time I held a sweet baby boy in my arms I was finishing up my senior year in college seventeen years ago. I was twenty-two and Jonah, my boyfriend, was twenty.
Karter is a New York transplant who originally hails from Wisconsin. He's barely eighteen and he's the sweetest boy I've ever met. He lives with his grandma and has a passion for helping small animals recover from scary situations.
"You guys are pretty adorable for being Mafia, ya know." "I can't comment on that." I roll my eyes. "You are Mafia, right?" Nikolai's given me enough hints to know that his story of being a business magnate is at least partially false. I'm putting my money on Mafia. "We may or may not lead a life of crime," he says evasively. "Mafia, confirmed." "Mafia, neither confirmed nor denied. Any conclusion you draw at this point is pure speculation on your part." "You're not in court, babe."
