What it’s about
Being part of rival families wasn’t enough to stop the passion between Brandon DeLuca and Carly O’Reilly. They’ve defied the odds and prevailed together as a couple, the first female to lead her Irish mob family and the Italian enforcer who stands by her side. When one of her enemies tries to use Carly as a pawn in an attempt to gain power, Brandon is out for blood—saving Carly isn’t enough.
Please note: Brandon & Carly’s romance is a three-part story, but there are no relationship cliffhangers. Their story can be read as a standalone separate from Nic & Anna’s books.
My eyes strayed to the doorway once
again and Ma laughed, prompting me to return my attention to her.
“She’ll be back any minute, Brandon.
She’s not going to run away from you.”
If she only
I wasn’t really worried about her
running. I was confident Carly loved me. But with every passing minute she
didn’t arrive back in the room, my gut tightened, my instincts screaming that
something was wrong.
My head whipped around and my heart
stopped as Thomas yelled my name, racing into the room alone, his face awash
I didn’t give him a chance to get out
another word as I took off for the front doors, yelling orders to my men to
find her. I heard Nic doing the same with his own and was more grateful than
ever for our alliance.
Bursting out into the twilight, my head
swiveled from side to side, taking in everything around me. I heard the screech
of tires and caught a glimpse of a long black limousine barreling around a
corner several blocks away. I felt my chest split open as I lost sight of it,
positive it was carrying my heart away.
Nic called to me as a he raced towards
a parked car. “I’ve got this, you find out what’ s going on. I called Breck,
he’s going to hack the GPS on the limo.” I barely got in a nod of acknowledgment
before he was burning rubber down the street with three more cars following
behind. They would split up and take different routes, hoping to cross paths
with the runaway vehicle.
Nic’s friend Brecken was a security
specialist and had resources we didn’t have access to. He’d been invaluable
when we’d been protecting Anna several weeks before. It gave me a tiny level of
comfort to have him on our side once again.
Thomas was suddenly at my side and I
spun around, fisting my hands in his dress shirt, pulling his face up to mine,
which lifted him a couple of inches off of his feet.
“What the fuck happened?” I ground out,
doing everything I could to tamp down the rising need to pulverize someone.
He shook his head, his eyes filled with
guilt and fear, some of it directed at me, but I could tell it was mostly from
concern for the woman we both loved, albeit in very different ways. “She needed
to use the bathroom and I told Greg to watch out for her while I took a piss.
When I came out they were both gone and Greg’s comm was off.”
“Who the fuck is Greg?” I roared,
shaking Thomas violently.
“He’s one of my men. I’ve known him my
whole life. I didn’t think—”
“No,” I interrupted, “you didn’t
fucking think! I don’t know him. I specifically instructed you not to leave the
safety of my wife with anyone who wasn’t on the list I gave you. Where is he?”
“He’s—he’s gone too,” Thomas stuttered.
I dropped him and delved my fingers
into my hair, pulling the strands in an effort to keep from killing him.
“Sean won’t hurt her,” he insisted. “He’s
after power and the easiest way to gain it is by marryin’ Carly.”
“She’s already fucking married!” I
“There are ways around that.”
“Over my dead body,” I growled.
“Yeah, that’s one of the ways. The
other would be an annulment.”
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