Through Smoke and Steel A Mafia Romance

PROLOGUE

❦ Rosalind ❦ 

“Close your eyes.” 

My voice was firm, though my pulse betrayed me.

What was I doing, gifting the man who was trying to ruin me? 

The same man I was planning to leave to preserve my family’s honor?

“So you can stab me in the heart? I don’t think so.” He grumbled.

“I’m not the one with the murderous tendencies, husband.” I whispered.

I wondered how far I would get before he eventually caught me. He’d said he never let his assets out of sight. 

When his eyes finally closed, I took a moment to stare. From his straight brows and long lashes, to his slightly stubbled, strong jaw. 

He was handsome. His scar added a dangerous allure to his beauty. Mine. Fuck.

I opened the suede box, taking out the pendant. It was a 9mm bullet casing, smoothed down with brushed gunmetal, giving it a matte look, with a thin band of silver around the rim.

Dangerous. Undeniably him.

His lean made it easier for me to secure it around his neck. Our breaths fanned out, mixing together as I clasped the chain. 

I should have never let myself get this close. But no matter how many times I promised to cut him off, the truth kept me tethered. 

I wanted him. 

His eyes were still closed.

I moved back, my cheek brushing the corner of his lips, and I heard him inhale a shuddering breath, his body completely still.

“There.” I announced, swallowing to smooth my pitched voice.

His eyes opened and he clasped the pendant, bringing it up to stare at it.

“A bullet?” He purred, his dangerous mouth curving in amusement.

I met his gaze, daring. “For the day you decide I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

“You realize,” his voice dropped, gravel-rough, “this means I’ll never take it off.”

My lips twitched. “Good. That was the point.”

Our gazes locked. My heart pounded.

His hands, warm with intent, strayed below my hips, cupping my ass in a punishing grip.

“Too stubborn for your own good.”

My own hands rose to trap his face, fingers caressing his skin.

Desire roared in my veins, crashing into my core with urgent need.

“Would you have me any other way?” I whispered against his lips. 

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