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537 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 31, 2015












His destiny always found him no matter how much he ran from it. As sure as Chuito knew the next breath would have to enter his lungs whether he wanted it to or not, he knew that Alaine couldn't be his forever.


Fate caught up with everyone eventually. Even the devil wasn't immune to it.

I just love you. That's it. Only love. Not sex. I can just love someone. Love is good. Sex is cruel."
Listen to the drums. That's the part you listen to. Feel it."
"I'm feeling it."
No. Feel it like a heartbeat. Like life. You want it to be a love song, hear the sex in it. Hold me like I hold you." He jerked her tighter against him as he said it, forcing her breasts to crush against his chest and her dress to ride higher up on her thighs. "Like you need me."



She clung to his shoulders and let him take her mouth the way he had taken her heart a long time ago- violently and without warning.

Gangster tears weren't ordinary tears. The cut had to be deeper than bone, a hurt that made motherfuckers unrepentant murderers. It ripped open souls and bled out humanity.

You just told me you manspaced. You're fucked up too."
"It's a common courtesy," Tino went on. "No woman wants to suck on a hairy dick."



She felt like his salvation, like the angel he always thought of her as...
"I am not going to be your love story. I am your friend. I'll be your friend until I die, but I am not going to give you a happily ever after."
His destiny always found him no matter how much he ran from it. As sure as Chuito knew the next breath would have to enter his lungs whether he wanted it to or not, he knew that Alaine couldn't be his forever.
Because despite his flaws, his commitments, all the darkness and danger...this woman loved him enough to spend eternity with him.

"To me you're coke. Fine. Smooth. Perfectly white. Very bad for me, but so fucking sexy I don't give a shit. It's worth going down for."
"I am not going to be your love story.
I am your friend.
I'll be your friend until I die, but I am not going to give you a happily ever after."

"I give a shit because I love you," Tino said so passionately it stunned Chuito.
"Your'e my brother."
"She appreciated him as a man. As a warrior.
In a way, she supposed she appreciated him as a criminal too."
Your holster's too loose,” Tino said as he looked at it. “And you need to wear a shirt under your sweats.”Kele Moon has an amazing sense of humor, what a wonderful element to balance the dark side of this story.
Chuito groaned.
“What is the Puerto Rican aversion to undershirts?”
“What is the Italian obsession with them?” Chuito countered.
“Um, how 'bout the fact that we're not sweating out our clothes and chafing the fuck out of our arms when we're strapped. I bet you don't wear one under a suit.”
“I use deodorant. You should try it sometime.”
Tino covered his face with his hand and mumbled against his fingers , “I'm buying you some undershirts.
"No."
Tino gave him an annoyed look. “I use deodorant.”
“I'm just saying I heard things about Italians.”Chuito laughed as he took another drink. “Motherfucker—"
Chuito dropped his head to the table and cracked up before Tino could finish. “I keep my shit clean,” Tino went on.“I even manscape. I'm the cleanest motherfucker in Garnet.”
What is it with you Italians? It fucking counts.”My hats off to Kele Moon for what she's done with this series. When she first brought us to Garnet County by way of Defying the Odds, the first book in the Battered Hearts series, which precedes Untamed Hearts,she started a trend with books about MMA fighters. I never anticipated these characters to take on the life that they have, and for the writing and storytelling to take such an unexpected, fantastic turn. And now I need more by way of two Italians that have captured my heart.
“One time is like shaking hands.”
“No, it's not. Sticking your dick in someone is not the same as shaking hands.”
“Friends fuck one time,” Nova explained as if it made perfect sense. “It's not a relationship. It's a moment. It doesn't count.”
The Viper (Untamed Hearts, #1)
The Slayer (Untamed Hearts, #2)
The Enforcer (Untamed Hearts, #3)
The Enforcer's Revenge (Untamed Hearts, #4)
The Boss (Untamed Hearts, #5) 





“Fate caught up with everyone eventually. Even a devil wasn’t immune to it.”

“He needed her.
Like air, like water, like something that would make him sick as hell if he didn’t have it.
It was a requirement to keep living.
He wanted to steal as much as he could from her.
To wring the pleasure out until there was nothing left.
Chuito was, at heart, a thief.
He liked taking things that were never supposed to be his.”

His destiny always found him no matter how much he ran from it.
“This chica had freckles over the bridge of her nose that just added to her appeal, making her look young and naive and corruptible as hell.”




“That was savage.
Raw.
So real and gritty it chafed and marked, staining her soul with the intensity of it.”


She appreciated him as a man.
As a warrior.
She appreciated him as a criminal too.
“It means a lot. Not for myself, for the other people who helped me. I did it for them. It’s not for me. It’s for them. I won for them.
It was for my brother. For my tiá. Maybe they were watching over me.
For my mother. My cousin Marc.
My bros in Miami. My bros at The Cellar.
It was for you too, mami.”
“Coño, he wanted to be naked with her.
He wanted to taste all of her.
Fuck her.
Mark her.
Own her.”

“I don’t want to repent.
I like my sins.
The blood on my arms means I got to kill the motherfuckers who destroyed my family.
That matters to me.
It matters so fucking much I am willing to go to hell rather than repent for them.
I want to keep my sins.”


“To me you’re COKE. Fine. Smooth. Perfectly white. Very bad for me, but so f*cking sexy I don’t give a sh*t. IT’S WORTH GOING DOWN FOR.”
~ CHUITO

She felt like his salvation, like the ANGEL he always thought of her as, but he f*cked her like a DEVIL anyway.
~ CHUITO

“I love you, mami. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Don’t apologize for loving me.”

“I’d rather be in hell with you than anywhere else without you.”
~ ALAINE





For five years they talk, they dance and slowly fall in love…
She let herself be completely soft in his arms, moving where he wanted her to move, because it felt so damn good to let go of everything else and just be with Chuito. All she had to do was feel the drums throbbing and listen to the erotic, lulling sound of a man singing in Spanish about dancing with his woman.
All night.
They danced until the sun came up.














"I am not going to be your love story. I am your friend. I'll be your friend until I die, but I am not going to give you a happily ever after."





"To me you're coke. Fine. Smooth. Perfectly white. Very bad for me but so fucking sexy I don't give a shit. It's worth going down for."
"I'm gonna draw this out as long as possible." He confessed like it was a sin. "Cause taking what isn't mine gets me off."
"You just told me you manscaped. You're fucked up too."
"It's a common courtesy," Tino went on. "No woman wants to suck on a hairy dick."
"She's not gonna need feminine products," Tino said with a bark of laughter. "I guarantee you she's pregnant after last night."
"Motherfucker-" Chuito started with a glare.
"I'm just saying," Tino said with another laugh. "It sounded like she got pregnant."


