The Sabatini Family books 1-3
Book One Dominic
Any minute I'm going to wake up from this nightmare. Being tied up and thrown in the trunk of a car doesn't happen in real life. Except the silk tie around my wrists feels very real. And my father, Johnny Conti, the head of the Outfit, is telling me to be a good girl—that I'm to be the wife of the man who tied me up and has me over his wide shoulder.
Some women might swoon over gorgeous Dominic Sabatini with his blue eyes, dimples, and muscled body in a silk suit. Not me. Those are just distractions from who, what he really is: a ruthless killer with blood on his hands and ice in his veins.
There is no way Dominic could actually want to marry me. A virgin, curvy, buried in an all-girls Catholic boarding school for most of my life and seventeen years younger than him. He's marrying so far beneath him it's absurd.
But Dominic growls I belong to him and he keeps what is his.
Book Two Tony
Sometimes I lay awake at night wishing I had killed her from the beginning that I never took her into my bed, my home, and my life.
A Sabatini may be a lot of things: an a*****e, rude, ruthless, even a killer. But one thing we never are is sloppy, not with our money, not our business, and especially not with our bodies.Until the moment I got sloppy with the most dangerous thing I could: a woman.
I'm third generation in the Outfit. I've killed more than my share of men, have had more than a few guns held to my head. Christy wasn't the first person who tried to kill me, she wasn't the last, and I'm sure there will be more in the future.I knew how we started was messed up. I'm old enough to be her father. She was thirty to my fifty, I should have spanked her, taken the gun away from her, and killed her the way I planned. She wanted me dead to pay for her childhood trauma. The way I saw it, I've done a lot of messed up things but I wasn't to blame for what she went through. If she wanted me dead, there was only one thing for me to do: kill her before she could kill me. Only the moment I laid eyes on her everything changed: the plan, me, her.
When I put the ring on her finger and she promised forever I believed we had a future. There was no hint I would wake up the next morning and find her gone. I tried to let her go, I can't. She promised forever, I'm holding her to it. It doesn't matter how far she's gone. I will find her.Christy belongs to me, and a Sabatini keeps what is his.
Book Three Luca
Luca Sabatini saved me from the back of a truck with other women on our way to be sold into sex trafficking, but who will save me from him?
He tells me I belong to him, that he won't let me go. I shouldn't want to belong to him, yet a longing I don't understand thrums through me I cannot deny. Except it's not safe for either of us. I climbed into the back of the truck of my own free will because I'm running from a fate far worse.
For the first time in my life, I feel safe with Luca. He promises no one will ever hurt me again, he will protect me from what I'm running from, he'll kill anyone who is a threat to me. I believe him, he's run Vegas for the Outfit for almost as long as I've been alive. Only the man I'm running from has an entire army of men behind him. If I thought there was a way Luca could go up against him and survive I would stay but others have tried and paid with not just their lives but the lives of their family. I could never live with myself if Luca and his family ended up dead because of me.
When I'm found the reckoning is one of bullets and blood just as I feared. Once the smoke clears, who will be left standing?
