Gorgeous Monster (Marchetti Mafia, #1)

by Charity Ferrell

“My life doesn’t stop just because I have a madman after me.” “It kind of fucking does.”

“Hello?” Gigi answers, her voice bubbly and excited. She might be a Mafia princess, but she has the voice of a Disney princess.

I’m not sure how Cristian could be referred to as a savior. The man is far from a saintly Samaritan. He’s my monster in shiny armor.

“This was supposed to be more of a transactional situation.” That makes me sound a little too Pretty Woman, but whatever. “Was sucking my cock part of this transactional situation?” Cristian smirks, self-satisfaction laced with every word of his response. And that makes it more Pretty Woman.

“You won’t find love with me, Natalia, but when you’re mine, I will pleasure you and always make you feel untouchable.”

I guess being shot at makes you starved. That, along with being pleasured by a Mafia king who also happens to be my best friend’s father. What is my life anymore?

“What do you suppose I do then?” She raises her arms before dramatically dropping them to her sides. “This is a nice home—don’t get me wrong. The problem is, it’s bore city, hanging out here alone.” My home has been referred to as many things. An architect’s dream. Immaculate. Castle-like. Bore city was never one of them.

I’ll take being tipsy to drunk any day. Tipsy is so superior. You get the benefits of that buzz, but your brain still functions. I can count to one hundred, spell Mississippi, and walk in a straight line.

I’ve never been one for public sex, but Cristian Marchetti’s charm had me spread eagle on the desk.

From my research on her, she’s never been much of a drinker. Her newfound attraction might be my fault. I’ve been known to drive people to drink—as well as throw themselves off buildings and disappear from their families.