Gorgeous Monster (Marchetti Mafia, #1)

by Charity Ferrell

Good thing this man hardly speaks in public because he’s a grade-A asshole. Not that I’d tell him this. The need to live thing outweighs my need for sarcasm. So, I nod.

Dario groans when I fist his shirt collar and shove him into a corner, out of earshot from Natalia. “Touch her, and you’ll be pissing blood for the next month,” I hiss, tightening my grip.

I hated him...not anymore!!!!

“Since when do we play bodyguard to random bitches?” Rocky huffs, shaking his scarred bald head. “If they aren’t family, they aren’t shit⁠—” His shoulders tighten when the barrel of my Glock 19 presses to the side of his skull. I always keep a piece within reach for situations like this. “That’s my daughter’s best friend.” I grind the barrel into his head. “Call her a bitch again, and you won’t have a mouth to do it a second time.”

“You’re using her to get to Vinny, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I reply with no shame. I will squeeze everything out of Natalia. Then, she will become bait.

I dont like him anymore

I provided him the same opportunity I do to other men who have disrespected me. A chance to save himself. I told him the rules of my Seven Seconds game with a shit-eating grin. A game I created a decade ago because, over time, murder had grown boring. I’ve yet to lose a round of Seven Seconds. I gave Mickey seven life-saving seconds to run and dodge the single bullet I’d shoot at him.

My problem is that red flags are my favorite attribute in a man. I can’t blame it on daddy issues because my father is kind. I’m just attracted to power-hungry, crazy-ass men.

Benny has never shied away from how we run our family and business. He was twelve the first time he saw me kill a man and then seventeen when he shot a bullet through the head of his first. Call it father-son bonding.

Cristian is a man who consumes everyone’s attention. He’s a gorgeous man—a gorgeous monster.

When I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect the first person I’d want to use my gun on today would be my goddamn son.

I relax into the seat, proud of myself for my good behavior and not putting a bullet in Vinny’s head.

Cristian massages his temple before grabbing my orange juice glass and crashing it against the wall. The man sure has some beef with dinnerware.

I run the knife over Natalia’s throat. A rupture of pleasure seeps through me when she shudders. I won’t slit it. At least, not right here. Under us is a one-of-a-kind rug imported from Italy. Even the best dry cleaner in the

I’m riding shotgun in Luca’s Suburban.

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the backseat of his car

“Don’t speak ill of the dead.” “I’m speaking ill of the stupid.”

I wish Vinny’s dumbass had chosen a subtler retaliation. Public shoot-outs are bad for press.

Sure. Thats the worry

If my kid wants a drink while we talk about murdering someone, let him drink.

Hopefully, Cristian doesn’t have an issue with eating in bed. Late-night snacks in bed are a must in my life.

His hobbies only seem to include bossing me—and everyone else—around, murdering people, and having his tongue between my legs. I hate the first two. The last I’ll take at any time, all day, every day. It’d keep him from murdering people, so call me a humanitarian.

I’m picky with my pussy.

It’s either I dress shop or my father casket shops for my dead body. Dress shopping it is.

There’s nothing like a good poolside nap. The sun on your skin. Getting your vitamin D. Forgetting people want to murder you.

Natalia is in bed, wearing silky black pajamas and eating a goddamn Oreo cookie … on sheets I had imported from Italy.

“Fucking pain in my ass.” He kisses my forehead.

When did we start being okay with eating in bed?

Natalia is teaching me there’s more to life than being the head of the Marchetti family. I am a father, a son, and soon, a husband. And an Oreo fan, goddammit.

Another thrust, another gunshot. With each stroke, he shoots my ex-boyfriend. Over and over again. Adrenaline pours through me as I fuck him back. This is deranged. Hot as fuck. My monster is screwing me against the wall, next to my dead ex-boyfriend.