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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
When the man Samantha’s paired with doesn’t stick to the rules, I step in to take his place. Wearing a mask protects my identity, and soon the little wildcat from the office is telling me all her darkest secrets and fantasies.
During the day, she gives me hell, but at night, she becomes my wounded kitten.
I know I’m playing a dangerous game.
She doesn’t know I’m one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra.
She doesn’t know her boss and her nightly visitor is the same person.
With my enemy on the attack and her past coming to haunt her, our secrets come out in the most explosive way possible, threatening to rip Samantha away from me.
But my wildcat has another thing coming if she thinks I’ll ever let go.
A Mafia Romance full-length novel. 18+ only. Please read responsibly.THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT.
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Songlist
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Unsteady – X Ambassadors, Erich Lee
Going Down Fighting – Phlotilla, Andrea Wasse, Topher Mohr
Shadow Preachers – Zella Day
War Of Hearts – Ruelle
The War – SYML
Love In The Dark – Adele
Breathing Underwater – Hot Milk
Take Me To Church – MILCK
I Won’t Let You Down – Erin McCarley
Hero – Alan Walker, Sasha Alex Sloan
Everything I Did To Get To You – Ben Platt
“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
–— Anaïs Nin
Chapter 1
Samantha
Franco Vitale; 35. Samantha Blakely; 26.
I’ve only been Mr. Vitale’s personal assistant for two weeks, and I’m already considering quitting.
God, the man is impossible.
Letting out a huff, I suppress the urge to kick the printer. The stupid machine keeps giving me error messages.
I’m starving. I could wolf down an entire pizza on my own right now.
My phone starts ringing for the millionth time today, and I feel like whining like a puppy as I dart to my desk to answer the internal call from Mr. Vitale’s office.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Where’s the contract?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I explain for the fourth time, “The printer is giving error messages. I’m waiting for Andy from IT to fix it.”
“There are hundreds of printers in this building! I want the contract on my desk in five minutes,” he barks before hanging up.
Impatient ass.
I’ve worked at Vitale Pharmaceuticals in the administration department for the past eight months, and until I got promoted to Mr. Vitale’s PA, I loved my job.
It’s only been two weeks. Give it more time. You just need to get used to how Mr. Vitale wants things done, then it will get better.
I roll my eyes because my gut instinct tells me it won’t improve. Mr. Vitale is just one of those people who’s never satisfied with anything.
All the employees in the building cower in fear whenever he’s near. I should’ve known I was in trouble when I got promoted and the admin team gave me looks of pity as if I was on death row.
While I worked on the third floor, I didn’t see much of Mr. Vitale, but the few times our paths crossed, he always looked like he was a second away from wringing someone’s neck.
The past two weeks as his PA have shown me the man is always grumpy, and he loses his temper at the speed of light. He’s downright rude and impossible to please.
I quickly email the contract to the admin department’s printer, which is still linked to my profile, before hurrying to the elevators.
While heading down to the third floor, I wiggle my toes in the high heels I’m wearing. It gives my tired feet some relief before the doors slide open, and I rush toward the printer. I lose precious time when I have to sift through all the printed documents and ensure I have the whole contract before hurrying back to the elevators.
Who needs to go to a gym when you work for Franco Vitale?
In the elevator, I quickly pull my bra strap back into place. I’ve lost weight from all the running around and need to get new underwear.
The doors open, and I shoot forward like a bullet, but my heart sinks when my desk comes into view.
Crap.
Mr. Vitale is standing by the printer in all his six-foot-five glory, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the machine spit out page after page.
When I reach him, I hold the papers out to him. “Here’s the contract, sir.”
His dark brown eyes flick to me, and I feel the punch of his intense gaze in my gut. I swear, whenever this man looks at me, I feel like I’m nothing but a worm.
I’ve worked with intimidating people in the past, but Mr. Vitale overshadows them all.
The first time I laid eyes on him, I was struck speechless by how handsome he was, but the attraction died a quick death after I watched one PA after another leave the building in tears.
As the printer spits out the last page, his dark gaze remains locked on me while he swipes the contract from the traitorous machine.
His tone is low and filled with a world of warning as he mutters, “If you can’t do something as simple as printing a document, we’re going to have a problem, Miss Blakely.”
I suck in a deep breath as I watch him stalk back to his office, and the moment the door shuts behind him, I glare at the printer. “Sure, for him, you’ll print.”
“What’s the problem?” Andy, one of the IT guys, asks from behind me.
With a tired sigh, I set the now spare copy of the contract down on my desk and gesture at the machine. “It won’t print for me. I’ve checked everything, but it keeps giving me error messages. It printed for Mr. Vitale, though.”