He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.
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I shouldn’t have remembered him.
He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn’t know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.
But I could feel him.
The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.
The second time was different.
He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.
That was just the beginning.
He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…
Cole Mauricio
Interview with Cole
Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to sit down with us today Mr. Mauricio. Our readers are very curious to find out more about you. I’ll try not to get too personal. Promise.
What’s your story?
“Besides the book?” He laughs, then sits back with a somber expression. “My story is about how I watched my family get gunned down one by one, week after week, then I had to go into hiding and even then I came out because they still came for me. That’s my story. People tend to underestimate me, then those people die.
“Then there’s Addison. She’s a whole other story, one that’s pure. She says she’s been tainted, but she hasn’t. She endured pain in her life, but not damage. She’s not damaged at all.”
He looks away, and takes a breath.
“I guess my story is a selfish story, because no matter how much I shouldn’t have her in my life, that’s the same amount I can’t bear to be apart from her.”
He turns back, a tortured look in his eyes. Then he abruptly laughs and an unreadable mask is back in place.
“My story sucks. Go read Carter’s! He gets out. Yeah. He got out for Emma…”
What do you think is the biggest misconception people have of you?
A soft smirk pulls at the corner of his lip. “That I’m weak—I’m not. That I’m just a killer—I’m not that either. Honestly, I’m still a punk kid at heart, but yeah. That doesn’t last with my kind of family if you know what I mean. Then the other misconception is that I can’t love, but that’s not true.
I wish it were sometimes.”
What/Who is the most important thing in your life?
“My priorities were always my family, Carter, then myself. That changed recently. Addison’s my top priority now.” He looks away again, his eyes growing clouded. He turns back with a sudden earnest in his gaze. “This is on record?” He doesn’t want for an answer. He says instead, “My top priority is my family then.”
How do you feel about your life right now? Is there anything you would like to change about it?
The unreadable mask stays in place, and he doesn’t hesitate. A cocky smirk appears. “I feel good. My family is strong again. We’re expanding. Yes. Yes. Everything is very good right now.” The smirk lifts into a charming smile. “We’re very legal.”
Trust is very important in your profession. How do you decide who is trustworthy. Do they have to prove themselves or do you go by intuition?
“Both. I listen to my intuition, but trust must go hand in hand with that.”
Do you have any hidden talents?
He laughs, relaxing again and sitting back in his chair. “Man. A talent. I play the piano. Not many know that about me. I learned when I was hiding. The family had an old piano in the barn and I would play it at night. I didn’t have much else to do.” He laughs softly to himself. “I’m surprised they allowed me to go on. I must’ve sounded terrible in the beginning.”
What’s your spirit animal? Mine is cupcakes lol.
Another bark of laughter. “Cupcakes? That’s funny. I’d like that one too. Um.” His eyebrows pull together. “I’ll say an eagle for an actual animal, but if we’re going with baked goods, then I’ll say birthday cakes. Who doesn’t love a birthday cake, right?”
What’s your ideal of a perfect day? How would you spend it and who would you share it with?
“A perfect day would be—” A soft smile again. “—a morning activity with Addison.” He pauses, the smile deepens. “Followed by a day with Addison, then Carter and Emma would join us for dinner and drinks. Yes. Maybe throw in a motorcycle ride or something, but mainly a day with my family. That’s my ideal day.”
What’s your favorite way to make Addison laugh?
“Ha! She would kill me if I told you guys.” He shakes his head, his eyes sparking. “I’m sorry. I have to keep quiet on that one.”
Is there anything else you’d like to share with all of us? Like any plans for the future?
A teasing glint shows in his eyes. “We shall see. We shall see.”
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