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Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
Prologue
Sophie, age 14
The grave is empty.
That’s the fucked
up part. We’re at a burial, but there’s no body in the casket they’re about to
lower into the earth. No physical remains to mourn. The priest is up there
doing his thing. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. But it’s all pretend.
Something’s wrong with me–I can’t seem to cry. Not a single tear. I just want to puke.
Without a body, the government doesn’t recognize my dad’s death, which I guess is a huge problem
for my mom. Something about probate and life insurance. I heard the lawyer tell her it could take seven years before they’ll declare him dead.
Don Alberto says we’ll be taken care of, but my mom would rather stab a fork in his eye than be
beholden to him. She believes he’s responsible for my dad’s disappearance.
Pauly, my dad’s capo, weeps openly. It’s weird to see a grown man cry so openly. Especially
when the rest of the men in the Family appear stoic. My dad’s sister, my aunt
Marie, also bawls loudly. My mom’s chin wobbles, but there’s murder in her
eyes. She hates everyone here.
I wait for my
moment to escape. The moment the casket’s in the ground and people start to
move, I disappear, dodging behind a tall gravestone and sinking into the wet
grass.
“Hey.”
I look up and see
the crown prince–Don Alberto’s younger son. The beautiful one. I want to ignore
him, but his presence is too much. He’s too gorgeous. Too commanding. He
reaches a hand down to help me up, and even though I had no intention of
moving, I find myself taking it.
“Want a ride?”
I’d rather the
ground swallowed me up whole. I don’t want to be with anyone right now.
Especially not members of the Family, but again, I find it impossible to refuse
him. I guess riding with him is better than being near my mom right now.
Her rage and
devastation are all-consuming. Being around her makes it even harder for me to
function, and I already feel like I’m under water.
“Yeah. Thanks.” My
voice sounds froggy. Maybe I am under water.
I follow him to his
shiny black Mercedes convertible. It’s a two-seater, so I feel a bit like the
funeral princess getting to ride with Family royalty. He holds the door open
for me like we’re on a date. Like I’m not just the fourteen-year-old daughter
of a guy their organization just offed.
Well, I don’t know
if they offed my dad. But he died on their watch. Doing their dirty deeds. The
only reason we even know he’s dead is that Don Alberto set up and paid for this
funeral. My dad just didn’t come home one night. There was no call from a hospital.
No visit from the police.
He just didn’t come
home and when my mom called the don, he told her he was sorry.
That was it.
And I know because
my mom has been ranting and screaming about Don Alberto and the LaTorre family
non-stop in the seven days since.
“Where should we
go?” Joey asks.
I look over,
surprised. I thought he was going to drive me to his dad’s estate for the
reception or whatever they call the gathering after a funeral.
“Anywhere you want.
We don’t have to go to the house.”
For the first time
in a week, something other than panic and grief shifts in my chest. It’s a
sliver of gratitude. Suddenly, the tears that wouldn’t come during the funeral
wet my lashes. “Then I’d say anywhere but the house.”
Joey pulls out,
screeching the tires a little. He takes off, driving fast enough that I have to
catch the door handle to hang on. The speed is pleasurable. A sensation that
knocks away another chip of the grief I’m buried under.
I don’t know how
long he drives. He doesn’t speak or seem to expect me to speak. He’s like the
conductor on a weird journey. The one from my old life where I had a father to
my new existence.
At some point, I
realize he’s following the Jersey shore, and we end up at a lighthouse, where
he parks and gets out, leaning casually against the hood of the car and staring
out at the water like a model for a gentleman’s magazine. I sit in the car for a
while watching him watch the sea, then get out and start walking. I walk
straight into the water without taking off my black combat boots or lifting up
the skirt of my long black dress. I walk until the cold water is at my waist,
and I have to jump and bob with the waves that come in.
It helps. Like the
speed, the change in physical sensation knocks another wedge of heaviness off
my chest. I stand there for a long time, bobbing in the cold Atlantic, my teeth
chattering, my skirt tangling around my legs.
When I walk back to
the car, Joey’s still leaning up against the hood of his car, watching me. He
offers no reaction to the state of my bedraggled clothing, nor the fact that I
will now be climbing into his expensive car with a few gallons of seawater trapped
in them.
He just pulls a
packet of cinnamon Trident from his pocket and unwraps it, then holds it out to
me. “Gum?”
I take a piece.
“Thanks.”
Just for a moment,
because of the kindness of the mafia prince, it feels like I might not drown.
Like I might get through this and come out the other side. Like I might,
someday, be able to breathe again.
Enjoy the full Made Men series. This paperback set includes:
Don't Tease Me
I own you now.
Desperate and alone, I strike a bargain with a mafia boss.
I make myself available to him, he pays my bills.
I’m his beck-and-call-girl. He’s my sugar daddy.
Bobby Manghini owns me–that’s our arrangement.
Giving myself to him is easy.
He may be older, but he’s sinfully sexy. Skillful in bed.
It’s a win-win for both of us, so long as I remember one thing:
Don’t fall in love.
Bobby calls the shots, but he doesn’t play for keeps.
I’m a toy, not his happily-ever-after.
Don’t Tempt Me
I grew up in The Family, but I’m no mafia princess.
I’m the castaway they threw crumbs to after my father’s murder.
Now Joey LaTorre shows up at my door and won’t take no for an answer.
But I can’t fall for a man like him. I won’t.
I must keep him away from my heart.
Don’t Make Me
HE'S FORBIDDEN TO TOUCH ME.
I'm the Don's daughter. A mafia princess. He's my father's right-hand man.
But we're playing with fire.
Every day, I fall a little more for the underboss
and if my father finds out...
It won't just be my future destroyed.
It could mean Carlo's life.
**No cliff-hangers, no cheating. HEA guaranteed.
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