Made for the Mafia

Half past 30 and still single, my father rode my ass daily about getting married, starting a family, and looking the part. I needed to soften my enforcer image and have the outward appearance that I was on the straight and narrow. When I argued that I wasn't ready to settle down, he explained that no one ever was, and none of them ever did...with a wink. I laughed until I thought about my mother. I might be a tough guy in a dangerous world, but I wanted a woman who could handle me at my worst and positively adore me at my best.

Dark, dangerous mafia soldiers like Marco Russo were made men, but luckily for me, they weren’t made for marriage. Which made my job of seducing him so much easier. Enticing him to share sensitive information took far more finesse. But during all those steamy nights we shared, I learned enough to take down his family. I also made the stupid mistake of falling for the enemy, and now I was going to have to make a choice. My head or my heart. My job or my love. My end or my beginning. Because once Marco realized who I was and how I’d deceived him, he’d have a choice to make too.

I never wanted to join the family mafia business but they needed me, so I went to law school to protect my brothers from the blood they shed and the investigations they were under. I watched out for everyone. Thought I saw everything. Except her.