Thank
you, for hosting me today. This book was
truly one of those books that simply had to be written, it was one that was
inside of my head and demanded to be let out. I hope that everyone loves it as
much as I loved writing it. ***
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to the end to learn how.
His Mafia
Princess
Family
First, book 1
by April
Zyon
Published
by Evernight
Publishing
Cover by
(the amazing!) Jay Aheer
Gregorio Bosco worked his way up the ranks of The Family. He
never had trouble killing, selling, or anything he was tasked to do. He'd been
trained to take over for Giovanni when he stepped down, but that all changed
when Alessandra was taken. She was the only good in his life, and he'd do
anything in order to protect her—no matter the cost to anyone around him.
Alessandra Morello was born into a life that she didn’t
understand. She thought she was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist,
however she learned it was far from the truth. She's pulled into the center of
a war with Gregorio as her only constant. Her attraction for the older man has
only grown over the years, but can there be a future for them in their twisted
world?
Be
Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, orgies
Gregorio was pissed off that he had been called to the mansion,
again. He had to get a hold of his men, or the Boss wouldn’t let him take over
in the timeframe given to them. It wasn’t because of his fuck up, but one of
his underlings. The little bastard was dead now. Greg had personally seen to
it. No one got away with stealing from the family, not under his watch. Period.
Now if only he could get the Boss to agree that times needed to change and the
stakes had to be higher so that their family ran even tighter, because the
Russians were trying to move in on their turf and usurp their power. It was up
to Gregorio as the Boss’s right hand—and eventual heir—to ensure that they died
trying instead of taking over the area that they had carved out for themselves.
When he was let into the Boss’s study, he stood loose in front
of the man. Gregorio was armed and ready for anything. “You called?”
“Gregorio, take a seat.” The man didn’t pose it as a question,
and Gregorio knew it. It was an order. Once he was sitting, the Boss nodded. “I
hear you took care of the mistake.” The Boss sneered as he said the last word,
as if it were dirty. “And you made an example?”
“Yes, sir. I did. He’s currently hanging with his hands cut off
and his gullet filled with molten silver. His silver-filled body was left on
the lawn of the Russian Boss’s home, as per your request. We will need to be
more careful with our recruits. How this one passed as Italian, I will never
know. It was the theft from the small general store that got him. The girl
recalled him speaking Russian as he stole from her. She was injured and in the
robbery, she remembered our underling because he had come to collect the
protection fee two days earlier.”
Gregorio smiled. It was a smile of pure darkness as he thought
of the pain the man suffered. He then tilted his head slightly as he asked the
next question. “You let your daughter leave without a guard?” Gregorio
changed the subject to one he really wanted to know. That woman had gotten
under his skin and had been there since she was sixteen when he saw her naked in
the pool house. That was when he was third in the organization. Gregorio killed
the second because he was jacking off to Alessandra. Only he was allowed to
even think of her in that capacity, and he ensured that every-fucking-one knew
it. Even the Boss knew now that Gregorio had declared himself to the man.
“She plays golf with her friends every Thursday. Her guards are
with her. Have you learned more of her mugging?”
“I have.” Another reason Gregorio was angry; he was here when he
should be tracking the bastards that hurt her. No one hurt her and lived.
“And?” the Boss asked impatiently.
“One of them is sitting in my basement tied to a chair. I was in
the middle of discussing respect with the man when you called.”
“It’s more than respect,” the Boss said angrily. “You would do
well to remember respect yourself.”
Gregorio had to bite the inside of his cheek. “Yes, Boss. I’m
sorry.” He hated those words because it was a reminder of just how much more
Gregorio had to learn. Just saying them had him wanting to kill someone.
“That’s better. You have to remember who you are speaking with
at all times. Yes, I have been grooming you to take over, but that’s in the
near future. In the meantime, you’ve much to learn, things I had to learn the
hard way through trial and error and a lot of blood lost.”
“Thank you, sir.” Those words came from his mouth in a near
growl. It wasn’t that Gregorio didn’t appreciate what the Boss was doing for
him, but the simple fact was that he was impossibly impatient at times.
“Now, what was offered to Tomas to make him turn from his
Family?”
“Half million and the promise of a new life. Beyond that, it was
the tie to his long lost relative who was a Russian that we didn’t know about.”
He shook his head decisively at that statement.
“The Russians are growing bolder. They are searching out long
lost Russians in our family’s men and enforcers. Seems as if we need to work on
our own genealogy so we can head these off at the pass when possible.”
“They want what we have. They want the docks. They want the
refinery and everything else we have. Everything we’ve worked so hard to get.”
“That I worked so hard to get. That my Father worked so hard to
get. Don’t forget, Gregorio, you are only being groomed because I didn’t have a
son but a daughter. One that I would kill for and one that will never know the
reality of her life.”
Greg knew the truth though. The old man had twin sons that were
older than Alessandra, but they were born from his whore so they would never
hold any sort of position of power inside of the organization.
“I agree. She’ll never know the truth of this life. Not as long
as I live. That’s my blood vow to you, Boss.” He would give it too, his blood
to keep Alessandra safe, to keep her pure and to keep her out of this life.
He was going to say something else when the doors opened.
Gregorio was on his feet with his weapon drawn on reflex.
The man who stood in the doors literally pissed his pants. “I’m
sorry, Boss, but we got a note you have to read.”
“Bring it.”
Gregorio holstered his weapon and watched. He was curious about
what would have anyone daring to open the door when he and the Boss were in a
conference. No one but Alessandra dared do such a thing. She would breeze in
when they were planning war and not realize what she walked in on.
When the Boss stood fast enough to send his chair flying behind
him, Gregorio knew it had to involve Alessandra. She was the only one that
would garner that sort of reaction in the man. “Those fucking bastards!” The
Boss yelled out his frustration. “Get everyone here.” He looked at Gregorio.
“Someone took Alessandra. Took her in the middle of a crowded lunch at the
Country Club.”
Gregorio saw red. He shook in his fury. “Who?” He spoke to the
man that brought the note. “Where are her guards?”
“They were found in their cars, both with holes in their
foreheads. Whoever did this made it personal. They wanted these men to see who
killed them.”
“Boss?” Gregorio waited for his orders to find the woman that
held both of their hearts.
“Go. Find her. Take her to safety. I’m done with these Russian
bastards on our turf.”
“You calling a war?”
“They
did when they took her,” the Boss said as he pulled his weapons from his desk.
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