Aniello Assanti was a monster dressed in a gentlemen’s suit.
I heard it then. Something the opposite of hesitation, of indifference. The intensity of it scared me more than anything had in my entire life. Even more than death.
They say love and hate are separated by a thin line. He was switching lanes on me like a maniac. I couldn’t decide in that moment which lane we were in, though.
His voice reflected hate, but his eyes showed nothing but love.
My hands trembled, but I found the strength to move, to reach up and hold on to his. “All right,” I whispered. I held on to him tighter when he didn’t budge. “I won’t ask you to break the oath between us.”
I wasn’t sure if those were even the right words to use, but I was trying to speak to him in a language he knew better than English or Italian. I spoke to him in a code that spanned hundreds of years. A code that was honored as much as it was feared.
He searched my eyes before his mouth came against mine in a kiss that I thought might have reopened my lip. His touch was rough too, especially when he ran over the scabs left on my cheek.
“Aniello,” I hardly got out. “I can’t b-breathe.”
He broke the kiss and his hold on me, sending a surge of air through my lungs. It was like taking a first breath after being consumed by smoke.
He put the car in gear and tore away from the side of the road. I watched his face closely as he drove. I couldn’t read him. He’d buried his feelings too deep for me to understand.
It wasn’t until after we arrived at Club D that I knew exactly what he wanted from me.
Exactly what he needed.
Me.
We walked in separately, and right after he came through the door, he ordered me into his bath suite.
We didn’t come out until the next morning, the sun burning through the windows and curtains, orange and red flames streaking across the sky, predicting the oncoming heat of the day.
Our game with fire had begun.
CHRISTINA’S FIVE STAR REVIEW
| Whenever I hear that this author has a new release, I literally throw everything I’m doing down and rush to pick it up. Why? Because when an author writes so well, you can literally picture yourself not only BEING the character(s), but LIVING within the story itself, why wouldn’t you want to escape in to that world?
Rosalia wasn’t raised like a normal young girl would be. She was basically orphaned and raised by la familia…but with a twist. Each and every girl within the orphanage/group home, knew what type of life they were going to lead. When they were of age, they are given a choice: provided enough money to start a new live away from la familia, never looking back, or be stay within la familia and be set for life. With nothing to lose, she chose to stay in the life. But there’s one rule I forgot to mention. The ONLY rule that truly matters. She is NOT ALLOWED to fall for any man within the organization. If she does, it’s certain death for the man and her. Rosalia honestly didn’t think it was going to be a problem until Aneillo. Aneillo is the man. Not the boss of la familia. He’s the man la familia calls when a hit needs to happen. The one who can get in and out without a trace…a ghost. So how is he found? He runs a club. Yep, you read that right. But it’s not just any club. It’s a gym, restaurant, spa and the meeting place for all those vying for a meeting to “end” someone’s life. In order to keep the secrets within the walls, the girls from the orphanage (now more than of age) work there to ensure no one dates and learns of others secrets. That is, that’s the way it’s supposed to go. It was that way, until her. Until Rosalia stepped in to his life. This lifestyle. This story. These characters!!! What’s more dangerous than forbidden love? What would you be willing to do to have what means everything? The answer……anything and everything. And that’s exactly what this story is about. If I continue to talk about it, I’ll end up giving too much away though. So just know this….this could quite honestly be one of the best love stories I’ve ever read. |
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