LOGIN"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....
View MoreHe's happy, Ky. He really is. And that empty space in his chest, the one that's been aching and hurting him for over two decades, is slowly starting to get filled. It's being filled with warm, golden, shining sunshine. And it's because of you, Kyoline. And he wouldn't have it any other way.Five Years LaterIsaac is the same guy he ever was when she first met him, but somehow very different, too. For starters, he lies a heck of a lot less. And he allows himself to show his feelings more—heck, he even cried the first time Lili called him Dadda. And he's kept coming to the support group with him, and he can see that it really does help him. He still enjoys killing too much, but, hey, nobody's perfect.He hasn't been shoplifting since the onesie incident. The group says that it is an issue that he will probably have to deal with for the rest of his life, but the point is to continue working at it and not to let himself get out of hand again.As for himself, he's enjoying being a mom and
“Isaac.”“Yeah, Ky?”"Just walking. Doesn't require a pep talk yet. Just breathe and take the bag. He'll have Pella bring the kids when they reach the hospital.""Right. Yeah. That's what he was going to say.""Uh-huh." He stretches where he's standing, and he looks up at him. "Thank you.""For?""For trying to keep it together. Because freaking out will only freak him out worse."He exhales and rubs his face with a hand. "Indicated, but reserving for later the right to really freak out."Another contraction sweeps over him, and he breathes in the pain, mouth-breathing with a harsh hiss. The knowledge that this is real, this is actually happening, comes home.Their child is on the way, and there's no going back.Isaac's hand presses against his lower back as he guides him toward the door. "Ready, Ky?""He thinks it's too late to ask that question."And his laugh is a comfortable depth that soothes some of the tension that's building inside of him as they slowly walk towards the car.H
All his.She whimpers with starvation as his fingers stroke across her skin, memorizing each inch of it under his touch. Going slow. Tormenting her. Kisses up the jaw and neck as he lines himself up and thrusts in one hard drive.She rides him, thrust to thrust, her ass slapping against his back as she drives against him. The position enables him to go harder, deeper with each thrust of his hips.He holds the perfect arc of her waist, fingers spreading a little over the small rise of her belly. The noises she's making alert him he's not going to make it much longer at this rate. "You're his, Kyoline. He told you that before, and now he's gonna demonstrate.""Isaac." She's moaning, her head dropping back onto his shoulder."Release the bed, baby.".Gratification pervades his chest when she immediately oblige and does what she is told.The need to have as little distance between them as they can tolerate pulses through him like a drum, and pulling her back against him, he pulls his tong
All the cells, all the atoms, all the nerves in his body are alert and humming.And because of him.Isaac-He forces Kyoline into the wall of the elevator the moment the doors shut. Her smile is cemented to her face today, and he's going to make it stay there for as long as possible. Watching her walk toward him down that ridiculous glittery aisle made his chest tighten and body stiffen.She's perfect. Perfect and his.Her giggling pours through the room as he leans in more toward her. "Seriously? You can't wait two whole minutes?"No, not where his wife was involved," he snarls. His mouth drops to her jaw, her neck, outlining his nose down the pillar. He inhales deeply of her scent and lets himself over some sort of metaphoric cliff to just get lost in her. This woman, his wife-admit it, that's a fucking rollercoaster every time the thought occurs to him-is everything he didn't need and everything he needed.He doesn't know what he did to deserve someone as amazing as Kyoline in his
"He's going to be telling you the truth about this even though his natural impulse is to lie to protect you.". But he won't mislead you anymore, Kyoline. He found out who was pilfering the money from the Kash Manchester to go into a trafficking operation with the Croatians. His name was Armando Bar
Kyoline thought she was handling it, but Kyoline knew she had lost her train of thought. Who on earth were the kids she was hanging around with who were doing things like this? Kyoline thought she knew all her friends, and they weren't the kind to be doing things like running. Deborah must have fal
Kyoline's heart was racing. Had he figured it out? Was she that terrible at hiding it? Kyoline had gone to a doctor yesterday to ensure that she was, in fact, pregnant. And yep, sure enough, it was rather real. Even the injection had a tiny failure rate.Kyoline had to do this today.But Kyoline co
His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers. Is that what he's after? He didn't
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