Lavish: A Reverse Harem Miniseries (Mafia Queen Book 2) by Stunich C.M

Author:Stunich, C.M. [Stunich, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2017-10-21T07:00:00+00:00

Time seemed to be moving both dizzyingly fast and achingly slow as I tried to adjust to the sudden shift in my existence.

Caj almost cut Bo's throat in the middle of a packed restaurant.

And that was hardly the most disturbing thing I'd have to deal with that weekend. No, as soon as I got home and found Carlo waiting in the living room for me, I knew I was in trouble.

“Ah, polpetta mia,” he said with a shark's smile, Vera sitting on his lap like a trophy cloaked in swathes of emerald satin. That's what I was supposed to be, some idol for Caj, Marcell, and Lucky to lust after, to crave, to want. My father in no way intended for me to take over his operation. No, that was a decision I'd come to on my own. “You're home.”

“I had a busy day today,” I told him, knowing both he and Vinny would already be aware of everything that'd happened in the family's restaurant.

“So I hear,” he continued, gesturing for me to come into the living room.

I walked in, my heels loud against the marble floor, and found myself shocked and surprised when I passed through the decorative archway. All three men were here waiting for me, each one positioned on a different piece of furniture. I'd made a quick stop at Central Park on my way home, just to take a walk and clear my head. It was such a long drive back here, I was surprised they'd come all the way out and waited for me.

Something must be up, something serious.

I froze in place, looking from one to the other of them. The way they were positioned, arranged on the furniture like statues, they reminded me of Vera. Beautiful, dangerous little trophies.

I wanted them to be mine.

“What's going on here?” I asked as Caj rose to his feet and tossed a black duffel bag onto the coffee table in the center of the room.

“Mr. Bellincioni here has come bearing gifts,” Carlo said, waving his hand at one of the spare men standing on the edges of the room. The smell of coffee wafted over to me, making my mouth water. God, I could go for a good cappuccino right about now. Just imagining the smooth, glossy surface of the beans was making my head hurt.

Yep, definitely time for a caffeine fix.

A woman that wasn't Renata moved into the room and offered us all cappuccinos from a tray she held in steady hands; I recognized her as Vinny's housekeeper.

So where the fuck was Renata?

A chill chased down my spine and turned my body to ice.

The man my father had gestured at unzipped the duffel and withdrew several folders worth of photos, spilling their contents onto the surface of the table. I noticed that someone had cleaned up my mother's water glass, moved the magazines she'd left on the coffee table, replaced the dead flowers. The way my father was clutching his mistress didn't make it hard for me to guess why it'd been done.

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