Privilege is here - it's hot, dangerous, and romantic...a real rollercoaster ride!
Corruption is everywhere—in the highest political offices, at every level of law enforcement, and in the sanctity of the Church. For Dimitri Valesky, head of one of the most powerful Russian mobs in America, everyone has a price and he’s infiltrated each facet of society to further his criminal goals.
She’ll destroy the mobsters who murdered her brother… unless they kill her first.
District cop Lia Blosky warned her twin brother not to get involved with the Valesky Crime Family. He didn’t listen. Now, he’s dead, tortured horribly before mobsters murdered him. Out for blood, she’ll do anything to see these monsters dead.
FBI Special Agent Adrian Kalin is connected to the Valesky Family in a way he loathes and doesn’t want. His stepfather rules the syndicate and is tired of Lia threatening to kill him and others responsible for her brother’s death. To shut her up for good, he orders Adrian to murder her. Who better than an FBI agent who has no connection to her and knows how to hide evidence?
Adrian resists, but if it comes down to saving Lia or his brothers and mother from Dimitri’s rage, he’ll have to choose family.
In a deadly game between each other and the mob, Lia and Adrian fight to survive… while also surrendering to their undeniable attraction to each other.
I drive to a neighborhood gym. I doubt my so-called suspension will allow me to use police facilities. Even if it did, putting myself into a demeaning situation—the female cops ignoring me while the male ones make snide comments—isn’t at the top of my to-do list. Better to keep far, far away from that.
Once inside the place, I grab a locker then dress in my workout clothes, black leggings and a matching sports bra. Deliberately bypassing the weights and other equipment, I stop at a speed bag, also known as a punching bag. The kind shown on TV and in movies where a fighter prepares for the championship bout. Gloved up, I picture Crastano’s, Fratrazelli’s, Hickenstone’s, and my perp’s revolting faces on the thing.
My first slug is hard. My next way past that. I’m soon breathless but totally stoked.
Then I get serious and imagine Dimitri’s putrid features on the thing. Next to him are the Petrov Family assassins who destroyed Jash.
I’m pounding so hard, my hair comes loose from the scrunchy, strands sticking to my sweaty cheeks. It’s not enough, endless rage still burning within me. I go at the bag with unending malice. It’s my only option at this point, and I want to fucking annihilate it. To send the thing sailing across the—
“Damn.” A guy my age stops next to me. “You’re on fire, babe.”
“Fuck. Off.” Teeth gritted, I get in his space. “I am not your goddamn babe.”
He lifts his hands, his eyes wide. “Sorry to have bothered…”
I don’t hear the rest. I’m too busy taking out my fury on the bag.
The others who pass me keep a wide berth. They must have seen me snarl at that other guy. I should feel bad but don’t. Losing Jash in such a horrible way keeps draining away my sympathy and humanity. Before long, I’ll be exactly like Dimitri.
I can’t wait.
Winded, I slow somewhat.
A young woman makes eye contact. I refuse to look away. She does so quickly.
I’m so worked up, I’m ready to challenge anyone here who regards me the wrong way, says any-goddamn-thing, or gets too near my—
Standing in the doorway is a man who doesn’t belong here, unless he’s wearing a business suit because he’s a promoter or a sports agent.
Neither seems likely given the lack of talent in this room.
Yet, he keeps standing there, his gaze riveted to me.
I throw a punch at the bag and miss.
He arches one dark eyebrow, a smile tugging at his chiseled mouth.
To say he’s handsome is understating the fact by a thousand percent. His all-American good looks have a bad boy edge enhanced by his dark wavy hair kissing his forehead, his lushly lashed eyes, and his impressive stubble. Five o’clock shadow at two in the afternoon is quite a feat.
My nipples peak. Something deep inside my pussy stirs.
I don’t try to stop it. This is the first good feeling I’ve had in too long, even if I don’t understand why he’s here and slowly perusing me from head to toe.
If he’s not denying himself, why should I?
I stop at the precious package between his legs, his spectacular erection pressing against his pants.
Warmth pours through me. Already weakened from my workout, I have trouble standing.
Who are you?
If he’s a promoter or agent, maybe I should consider boxing as a fallback career, should my future in policing actually be over.
If he’s from the IAB—the Internal Affairs Bureau of the DPD—come to give me grief about the Representative’s snotty kid, I want him fucking gone.
I smack the bag one last time then cross the room to him, my strides certain and fast, demanding he back up.
He doesn’t, his stance saying he’s in charge, his eyes hooded.
My pussy creams.
Shit. Stop it. He’s not a date. He’s…
Fuck if I know, but I intend to find out. “Who are you? If you have business here, do it. If not, leave the premises. Quit leering at me.”
Rather than obey, he drags his gaze down my length far slower than he did earlier.
My heart races in a good way when it shouldn’t. Not one to back down or accept behavior like his, I step closer.
His heat and crisp woodsy scent surround me.
Unwelcome desire surges within my sheath, a faint pulse beating there. Fighting it, I tighten my shoulders. “Didn’t you hear me?”
“Every word, Ms. Blosky.”
He knows my name? How? “Are you with IAB? If you are, I have nothing to say to you.”
“Then it’s good I’m not with them.”
That doesn’t make sense. There’s no other way he could know my name. No one has to sign in here to use the equipment or be a member. You pay for your time up front then go your own way. We’re all anonymous, which is how I like it. “Then who are you with?”
He shifts his attention from my mouth to my eyes.
His are the deepest blue I’ve ever seen. A sapphire color with faint grey specks. Simply breathtaking. My mouth dries.
“The FBI,” he says.
I don’t understand and shake my head. “What about the FBI?”
“I’m a Special Agent with the Bureau.”
Yet he’s here and ogling me? I don’t believe him for a second. “What’s your name? Where’s your badge?”
“Adrian Kalin,” he says then slips his hand inside his jacket.
The edge falls back, revealing his weapon.
A Russian kingpin wants her dead… the only one who can stop it is the man sent to murder her.
Toni Flores loved her dream job working for a respected US senator until he raped her. She’s determined to bring him to justice, no matter the cost.
For years, Dimitri Valesky, head of a Russian crime family in America, has bought off those in government. Just like the senator responsible for Toni’s assault. When she won’t keep quiet about it and risks Dimitri’s business, he orders his stepson Michael to kill her.
Michael’s a lobbyist not a mafia enforcer. He refuses the insane demand, but Dimitri insists. The power he holds over Michael and his brothers is absolute… or so he believes.
Rather than murder Toni, Michael intends to romance her. Once he convinces her to keep quiet about the Senator, she won’t be a target any longer and Dimitri will back off on the hit. The plan falls apart and now they are dodging mafia enforcers, bullets, and Dimitri’s outrage.
Michael and Toni fight to stay alive and save those dearest to them as they also fall hopelessly in love.
This is book one in the Valesky Crime Family series and has an HEA.Publisher’s Note: This contemporary dark mafia romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, adult themes, and possible triggers for some readers.
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