I’m wrong for her in all the right ways.

Everyone in the city knows who I actually am: Vincent Citrione, best capo of the very most powerful crime family in the city. If you’ve got two mind cells to rub together, you’re frightened sh*tless of me.

As for ladies, I provided them the hardest, dirtiest f*ck of their lives before teaching them the entranceway. They know much better than to expect even more.

Commitments? F*ck ‘em.

At least, that was my motto until I caught her snooping in the wrong place at the wrong time. Aubriella. I needed her to end up like all the rest of the girls. I wanted to forget her.

But I may’t forget her lush curves… or the soft moans spilling from her lip area.

She thinks she can say no to me and get away with it. She thinks she can walk away after what she’s noticed. But one taste and I know she’s likely to become mine. I don’t treatment what must be done.

I get what I want. And I’d like her.

That is a standalone, full-length mafia romance using a filthy-mouthed, possessive bad boy. Happily ever after guaranteed.