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324 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 2, 2015














She’s intelligent and beautiful.” Gio sucked in another breath, feeling the weight in his chest start to bear down again. “She’s Italian through and through. She’s crazy sarcastic when she’s bored, independent as hell, and she doesn’t take any shit from me. She’s so good for me, too.” “Good how?” Antony asked. “She keeps me clean.”
" She had no self-control, and the closer she was to Giovanni, the more she felt like herself."










Anthony: "You're a damn good capo, Gio."
Gio: "Thanks for the memo I didn't need."
Anthony: "But you haven't been a good son in a long time."
"That was the kind of effect Molly had on Gio. It was probably why he couldn't quite take a break from the bitch for too long. Addictive didn't even come close to the experience he had with the drug. "
"See, we’re Marcellos, Kim. We’re not dirty, we’re downright filthy."

Giovanni lifted her, his hands tilting up her head so he could press a soft kiss to her lips. It was so sweet it hurt. Kim melted into the softness of the kiss. When he pulled away, she wanted to yank him right back. “You know, I learned a long time ago breathing didn’t make a person feel alive. But you knock the air right out of my lungs, and it’s never felt more real.”
