Those Boys Are Trouble
Valetti Crime Family Box Set
Willow Winters
Contents
Copyright
Also by Willow Winters
Dirty Dom
Synopsis
Prologue
1. Dom
2. Becca
3. Dom
4. Becca
5. Dom
6. Becca
7. Dom
8. Becca
9. Dom
10. Becca
11. Dom
12. Dom
13. Dom
14. Becca
15. Becca
16. Dom
17. Becca
18. Becca
19. Dom
20. Dom
21. Becca
22. Dom
23. Becca
24. Dom
25. Becca
Epilogue
His Hostage
Synopsis
Prologue
1. Elle
2. Vince
3. Elle
4. Vince
5. Elle
6. Vince
7. Elle
8. Vince
9. Elle
10. Vince
11. Vince
12. Elle
13. Vince
14. Elle
15. Vince
16. Vince
17. Elle
18. Elle
19. Vince
20. Elle
21. Vince
22. Vince
23. Elle
24. Elle
25. Vince
26. Vince
27. Elle
28. Vince
29. Elle
30. Vince
31. Elle
33. Elle
34. Vince
35. Elle
36. Vince
Epilogue
Rough Touch
Synopsis
Prologue
1. Kane
2. Ava
3. Kane
4. Ava
5. Kane
6. Ava
7. Kane
8. Kane
9. Kane
10. Ava
11. Kane
12. Ava
13. Kane
14. Kane
15. Ava
16. Kane
17. Ava
18. Kane
19. Ava
20. Ava
21. Kane
22. Kane
23. Ava
24. Kane
25. Ava
26. Kane
27. Ava
Epilogue
Cuffed Kiss
Synopsis
Prologue
1. Three weeks earlier
2. Tonya
3. Tommy
4. Tonya
5. Tommy
6. Tonya
7. Tommy
8. Tonya
9. Tommy
10. Tonya
11. Tommy
12. Tonya
13. Tommy
14. Tommy
15. Tonya
16. Tommy
17. Tommy
18. Tommy
19. Tonya
20. Tonya
21. Tonya
22. Tonya
23. Tommy
24. Tonya
25. Tonya
26. Tonya
27. Tommy
28. Tonya
Epilogue
Bad Boy
Synopsis
1. Anthony
2. Catherine
3. Catherine
4. Anthony
5. Catherine
6. Anthony
7. Catherine
8. Anthony
9. Catherine
10. Anthony
11. Catherine
12. Anthony
13. Catherine
14. Catherine
15. Catherine
16. Anthony
17. Anthony
18. Catherine
19. Catherine
20. Anthony
21. Anthony
22. Anthony
23. Catherine
24. Anthony
25. Anthony
26. Catherine
27. Anthony
28. Catherine
29. Anthony
30. Anthony
31. Catherine
32. Catherine
33. Anthony
Epilogue
Sneak Peek at Merciless
Chapter 1
About Willow
Also by Willow Winters
Copyright
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations within critical reviews and otherwise as permitted by copyright law.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 or older.
Copyright © 2016, Willow Winters Publishing. All rights reserved.
Also by Willow Winters
Merciless World
A Kiss to Tell
Possessive
Seductive
Merciless
Heartless
Breathless
Endless
All He’ll Ever Be
A Kiss To Keep
A Single Glance
A Single Kiss
A Single Touch
Hard to Love
Desperate to Touch
Tempted to Kiss
Easy to Fall
This Love Hurts
Merciless World Spin Off
It’s Our Secret
Standalone Novels:
Broken
Forget Me Not
Sins and Secrets Duets:
Imperfect (Imperfect Duet book 1)
Damaged (Damaged Duet book 1)
Scarred (Damaged Duet book 2)
Willow Winters
Standalone Novels:
All I Want is a Kiss
Tell Me To Stay
Second Chance
Knocking Boots
Promise Me
Burned Promises
Forsaken, cowritten with B. B. Hamel
Collections
Don’t Let Go
Deepen The Kiss
Kisses and Wishes
Valetti Crime Family Series:
Dirty Dom
His Hostage
Rough Touch
Cuffed Kiss
Bad Boy
Highest Bidder Series,
cowritten with Lauren Landish:
Bought
Sold
Owned
Given
Bad Boy Standalones,
cowritten with Lauren Landish:
Inked
Tempted
Mr. CEO
Happy reading and best wishes,
W Winters xx
Dirty Dom
Synopsis
From USA Today bestselling author Willow Winters comes a HOT mafia, standalone romance.
I’m not always proud of the man I am, but when you grow up in a crime family, there aren’t a lot of options.
I do what I have to do, and more than often, I f*cking love it.
The power, the women, the money. All of it comes easy to me.
Until Becca walked into my office.
Everything about her was tempting. Her beautiful eyes that pi
erced into me, her body that was made for sin.
She came to pay off a debt, but I wanted more.
So I did what I’ve always done, I took what I wanted.
She’s a good girl who never should have walked through that door.
I never should have touched her, but now that I have, I can’t stop.
I’ll push her boundaries, she’ll cave to temptation.
We’ll both forget about the danger.
And that’s a mistake I can’t afford…
Prologue
Dom
Becca
Dom
I crack my knuckles and stretch my arms above my head while looking out over the football stadium from my suite. I fucking love that this is my office. But then again, when you do what I do, your “office” can be anywhere. I snatch my scotch from the bar and tell Johnny to grab our lunch. Taking a seat on the sectional, I pull out my phone to look at my schedule. My first drop-off should be here soon.
Becca
I’m so fucking nervous. I click my phone on and see I have fifteen minutes to find the bookie’s suite. I clutch my purse tighter, holding the Coach Hobo closer to my side. I’ve got twelve thousand in cash under a scarf, and the idea I’m going to be mugged and then killed by the bookie is making my blood rush with adrenaline and anxiety. I can’t believe Rick would put me in this position. Shit. I’m such a bitch. I swallow the lump in my throat and square my shoulders to keep the tears pricking the back of my eyes from surfacing. Now is not the time to think about Rick. And it’s not like he asked me to do this. His problems keep coming after me, and I want to cover my bases.
The knock at the door seems hesitant, and that makes a deep, rough chuckle rumble in my hard chest. Whoever’s behind the door is scared, and I live for that fear. They’re right to be scared. I didn’t get where I am today by being kind and understanding. Fuck that. I’m a ruthless prick, and I know it. Doubt fills my chest for a fraction of a second, but I shut that shit down ASAP. I’m a tough fucker, and I’m not going to let some pussy emotions make me weak. Some days I wish I didn’t have to be such a cruel asshole. I don’t like fucking guys up, breaking their legs and hands or whatever body part they pick – if I let them choose. But they know what they’re signing up for when they do business with me. Damn shame they don’t have a doctorate degree in Statistics from Stanford, like me. A devilish grin pulls at my lips. If you’re gonna be making bets with me, you better be ready to pay up.
I wipe the cold sweat from my hands and onto my dress, ball up my small fist even tighter and knock on the door a little harder. I wonder if the people walking by know why I’m here. I swallow thickly, feeling like a dirty criminal. My eyes dart to an older woman with kind eyes and grey-speckled hair pushing a caterer’s cart past me. I’m sure she knows. I’m sure everyone who looks at me knows I’m up to no good.
My eyes glance from left to right as I wait impatiently. Sarah’s waiting outside, and I have to pick up my son from soccer practice soon. I lick my lower lip as the nerves start to creep up again. I’ll just pretend this isn’t real. Just hand them the money and walk away. Back to real life. Back to my assistant, and move on with my normal, nonthreatening, everyday life.
I take my time getting to the door. No matter how much money they owe me, or how much they’ve won, they need to know I do everything whenever the fuck I please. If they have to wait, they have to wait. But I sure as shit don’t wait for them. I open the door and my cold, hard heart pumps with hot blood and desire.
A petite woman in fuck-me pink heels and a grey dress that clings to her curves and ends just above her knees is staring back at me with wide, frightened hazel eyes. Her breasts rise and fall, peeking out of the modest neckline. Her black cardigan is covering up too much of her chest, and I narrowly resist the urge to push it off her shoulders. My eyes travel along her body in obvious appreciation before stopping at her purse. She’s clinging to it like it’s her lifeline. A tic in my jaw starts to twitch. What’s a woman like her doing making bets with a guy like me? Johnny handles most of that shit now. We aren’t supposed to take bets from women. I don’t like it. I’m definitely going to have to ask him about her.
The door opens, and I nervously peek up through my thick, dark lashes at the gorgeous man looking down at me. The lines around his eyes mean he’s every bit the man he looks, but his devilish white-toothed grin gives him a boyish charm meant to fool women like me. He’s fucking hot in a black three-piece suit that’s obviously been tailored to fit his large chiseled frame perfectly. With that crisp white button-down shirt and simple black tie you’d think he was a young CEO, but his muscular body, piercing blue eyes and messy dark hair that’s long enough to grab, make him a sex god. Lust and power radiate from his broad chest as his eyes travel down my body. He looks like a man who knows how to destroy you.
A wave of desire shoots through me when my eyes meet his heated stare. My breathing hitches, and I swallow down the distress I'm feeling at my treacherous body. I’ll just give him the money Rick owed him and get the fuck out of here. At the reminder of why I’m standing in his doorway, I push my purse toward him.
I grin at her obvious nervousness and cock a brow as I say, “Purses aren’t my style, doll.” Pulling the door open wider, I step aside just enough for her to get through. Her soft body gently brushes against mine as she walks through the small opening I gave her. The subtle touch sends a throbbing need to my dick and I feel it harden, pushing against my zipper. She hustles a little quicker when I lean closer to her. Her hips sway, and I stifle a groan when I see that dress clinging to her lush ass. Fuck, I want that ass. I never mix business with pleasure, but there’s an exception to every rule. Something about her just pulls me in. Something about the way she’s carrying herself. It's like she needs me, or maybe I need her. My dick jumps as she turns around to fully face me. Fuck, at least one part of me desperately wants her attention.
His body touching mine makes every nerve ending in my core ignite; I nervously squeeze the strap of my purse. I just want to get the hell out of here, but my stupid heart is longing for comfort. My trembling body is aching with need. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s only been three days; I should have more respect for Rick than this. I will the tears to go away. I just want to be held. But I know better. This man staring back at me isn’t a man who will hold me and console me. I take in a gasp of air and turn around to face the man my husband owed money to while digging in my purse to gather the bundles of cash.
“Is it all there?” I have no fucking clue who she is, or what she’s supposed to be giving me. Johnny has the list, but he’s not back yet with our lunch. It’s a rarity that I even have to speak during drops. I just like to watch. And when it comes to people not paying up, it’s best if I’m here for that.
“I’m sorry it’s late.” His rough fingers brush mine as I hold out the thick stacks of hundreds. His touch sends a shot of lust to my heated core and I close my eyes, denying the desperate need burning inside me. It would feel so good to let him take me the way a man should. I haven’t been touched in months. I haven’t felt desire in nearly a year, and I know for a fact I’ve never felt such a strong pull to a man before, never wanted to give myself to someone like I do him.