October is my favorite time of year, crunchy leaves and crisp air. And I am not sure why that is. It brings on a change. It isn’t one of growth but it is a “newness and rebirth” words not typically associated with Autumn but of Spring. We are compelled to make special foods and walk around in decayed corn fields. When the wind blows the fallen leaves in the road they dance across the path of my car, it stirs a mystifying feeling within me. Even as a child, I felt something unexplainable. What does October stir in you?
GET going on my Mobster Series before the brother series starts: Chicago Mob Series.
Mobster’s Gamble is book 1 Carlo and Anya’s story. Add to your TBR list.
Carlo Caruso runs the family businesses. A large legitimate casino in the heart of Chicago that is the front for the other business. But a group of cult extremists, headed by a guy who calls himself Priest, decide to target his families’ Casino as a den of sin while attempting to recruit for their cause.
Anya’s beauty has always stirred the wrong kind of attention from the leader and when he was gone his son. Anya has had a complicated relationship with Priest since she was a little girl toddling around in the religious commune.
Can they overcome their upbringings and find love? Find out!
The hot spray of the shower feels wonderful. It warms up my cold body and washes away the traces of him left behind. I step out onto the plushy rug beside the tub and dry myself slowly, stalling. This rug is one of the few luxuries I have been given by being Priest’s consort. I saw it when we went on a run for supplies at the local department store. It’s truly pretty with long shaggy fibers that tickle your toes. I asked to purchase it but Priest gave me a firm no. I never mentioned it again but a week later I went to the bathroom in Priest’s suite off the main house and there it was lying flush against the white tub with the tag still on it.
It’s Priest’s messed up way of apologizing. The whole previous week before I walked around with two bruised ribs and a gash under my eye from when he hit me. His ring cut my face. That was the most I have ever bled. It just kept coming. Red poured out from the tender layer of skin. That frightened me more than any other injury over the past years. I thought I was going to bleed to death. Priest sort of freaked out too. I’ve never seen him get like that. He actually looked remorseful and worried. In the end, I needed six stitches and have a tiny scar left behind. When you are close to my face, you can definitely see it. I was lucky that an Anointed member knew how to stitch up skin—a plain needle and a fine thread did the trick.
“The spring, summer, is quite a hectic time for people in their lives, but then it comes to autumn, and to winter, and you can’t but help think back to the year that was, and then hopefully looking forward to the year that is approaching.”
Mobster’s Angel (Mobster’s Series Book 4)
Love isn’t something you can control. As much as Vito, mobster enforcer, wish he could, he can’t. And falling in love with someone who is close to jail-bait age is even tougher. Vito bides his time and waits. For a hasty guy with limited self-control, it’s difficult to curb his impulses.
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