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by Winters, Willow




  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

  32. Vince

  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)

  Unforgiven (Imperfect Duet book 2)

  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.

&nbs
p; Until Becca walked into my office.

  Everything about her was tempting. Her beautiful eyes that pierced 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.

 

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