She can smell the burnt rubber as the Italian sports car speeds away and runs towards the person who was shoved from the car. Her best friend Donatella was laying in the street unmoving and without a pulse.
Viviana was returning from her bus tour of New York City and now wished that she hadn't pretended to have a headache earlier when Donna had asked her to go to the club with her. Not only was her best friend dead, but she died alone in a country they had been visiting.
She and Donna had been best friends since birth, but couldn't be any further apart in temperament. She was a bookworm wanting nothing more than to be a doctor and Donna wanted to be Italy's next top supermodel and where Viviana was more interested in her studies, Donna was interested in older men.
Men such as Stefano Vaccaro...the reason Donna had gone to the club was she heard he would be there and was hoping that he would notice her. Don Vaccaro was part of the Camorra organization, but that only seemed to make him more desirable to Donna.
She remembered attending high school with a Vaccaro although she couldn't put a name to the face. All she could remember was that he was a very tall, dark-haired with different-colored eyes. And as if her thoughts had called him he was now in the alley with her. Nazario Vaccaro.
He warned her not to say anything...return to the hotel and report her friend missing in the morning and then board the next plane to Napoli and never speak about this night again.
Ten years later Nazario was stuck in his father's office working instead of on the other side of the door in the nightclub known for sex and drugs. The prostitutes were kept around solely for the needs of the family and as long as they did what they were told no matter how depraved they were allowed to live. As soon as one betrayed the family, if they weren't killed outright, they were sold and trafficked out of the country.
He was getting a migraine looking at the numbers. His father trusted the man in charge of laundering their money, but he didn't and there have been discrepancies lately that he couldn't overlook. He left the office to find his father with the news and he found his father at the bar with his new mistress.
With her back to him, she seemed familiar to him. Viviana...who he had watched through high school, but this wasn't the bookworm that he remembered. This woman was a confident seductress and he knew why she was there and he needed her to leave before she got herself killed.
This has to be one of the best dark mafia romances I have read in a while! It is very well written and the characters are fully developed and relatable. This book is very dark and if you have problems reading about violence, murder, and dubious to non-consent you might not want to read this book.
Viviano had trained for years being abused sexually, physically and mentally in her quest for vengeance for the murder of her best friend. Nazario had his own plans for his father's demise and was determined to protect Viviana from herself...that was until her final betrayal.
This book is action-packed from cover to cover, full of graphic violence and sexual content and will keep you turning the pages to see what happens next. I love these characters. Viviana is not the usual heroine in a story. This woman approached the enemies of the Vassaro family and asked for their assistance and reveled in the pain they inflicted on her because she knew it was the only way to attain her goal in taking down the Vassaros.
Highly recommend. This is the first time I have read anything by Anise Storm and I look for to reading more in the future!
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