Book Cover By: @writermarie__
Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir.
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Tristian
I was pissed off. Raging, matter of fact.
I know exactly how Allen stole from me, how much and I know the why. The bastard was greedy.
After so long of working for me you'd expect the idiot to get the jist but no, he wants to be a dumb fuck.
Now, as much I hate having to do this, he's got to learn some kind of lesson.
Because he's been with me and my team for years, I feel a heavy betrayal on his part but after seeing the look of hurt and distrust from Lyric- that damn girl- I just couldn't bring myself to kill him like I initially wanted to.
She got in my head with one simple look.
She was afraid of me but she held so much defiance in her eyes it turned me on.
Only she can make my dick hard with a one fucking look.
For five years I've been spending my life causing hell throughout New York to assert my dominance and let the world know who they shouldn't be fucking with.
I worked hard to get where I am, had to get my hands dirty and even kill those who I once called my family.
Not once did I think about the sexy, hypnotic woman that danced for me all those years ago.
The woman I shared a night of passion with. The woman who- undoubtedly- fucked it up for any other woman after her.
I hated her for having that effect on me. I haven't been able to look at a woman without feeling disgusted or bored. And yet here she was, with a kid by another man.
Lyric. That damn woman just made this simple transition much more complicated. The stitches and the wound in my shoulder is a constant reminder of her presence here.
I stared at her brother- Allen- who was my friend and a good dealer of mines before he chose to take some of my supplies for himself.
Allen, the man who's been around before I was even named the Don.
He was my most loyal and most trusted friend in the game but he was also secretive and reserved. I knew nothing about him and now, after seeing his sister and her kid, I understand why.
"So, a nephew huh?" I snorted, folding my arms across my chest, eyeing Allen's swollen and beaten face- caused by me.
"What do you want, Tristian?" He sighs, sounding defeated and tired.
He was sitting at my desk, leaning forward with his hands running through his dreaded dark hair. My guards, Tj and Alex, my second best- after Allen- stood behind Allen's chair with their hands crossed in front of themselves, waiting for my next command.
