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"I didn't want his hands." Heaven pauses, biting down hard on her lower lip. "I wanted yours."

"I told you I'd bring you here tonight to show you what happens when you disobey me. Now you've let someone else touch you, which is even worse."

My pulse throbs against my throat, adrenaline flooding my insides. So much control, lost in a hot second. My skin crawls with the knowledge that the curves of her body were just worshipped by another pair of hands.

"Nobody touches what's mine. Do you understand that? I don't share...ever."

Her hands travel down the sides of my torso as she nods. "Okay."

"No wife of mine will ever disobey me," I hiss. "Or there will be consequences."

"Are you going to punish me now?" she says in a sultry tone. "Because if you don't, I have to warn you...I might keep being bad..."

"Are you threatening me? Do you think that'll make me back down?" I growl.

"I'm just saying that you've made a lot of promises about keeping me in line. When are you going to deliver on them?"

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“They will kill my son, Matteo. And you’re the only one who can stop them.”
Declan Mulligan, head of Manhattan’s notorious and powerful Irish mafia, is right. I can.
If I choose to.
That’s going to depend on a few things.
The black leather chair creaks as I sit back behind the desk in my main SoHo office, and I deliberately take my time, studying Declan and his oldest son, Conor.
One of the heirs apparent.
Both tall, with lanky builds, pale blue eyes, and strong jaws. But dark shadows stain the skin under Declan’s eyes. His gray hair is thinning, his face worn like a beaten-up shoe.
The mighty. The dangerous. These people have nothing on me and what I can do. So here he is, begging. I’m about to control his life and his son’s from this moment.
It’s a thing of beauty.
Especially the expression on his face.
Fear. Desperation.
That’s the only reason why he’d dare step foot in my domain. My fees are heavy, but his man is willing to pay me anything I demand. I can feel it.
He’s exactly where I want him.
The air is permeated with sour sweat and Declan’s expensive cologne. Pine and spice with a hint of oud and it cloys. My gaze stays on the elder, even though I’m more than aware of the short fuse that’s Conor. “Tell me what I need to know.”
Declan swallows. “So, you’ll help?”
I pause. This is chess. On a grand scale. All the pieces I’ve spent so long setting up are ready for this, my opening. Events are teetering and it’s going to be glorious. And the pawns have no idea.
“Tell me,” I say finally. “Then I’ll let you know.”
The tarnished heir is agitated. “Fuck, Dad—”
“Conor.” I level my gaze on the younger man. “You have something to say?”
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and looks away, and I return my attention to the family head.
Declan sweeps his hand through his hair. “I’m sure you know of the Dominguez cartel?”
“I know everyone.” I pause. “Of worth.”
“There was an, ah, altercation.” He shoots a sidelong glare at Conor, who avoids his father’s eyes. “In their neighborhood. Conor and his boys took out a couple of their soldiers, but also…” He pauses, clenching the chair tightly. “They killed a lieutenant.”
“Santos Rojas,” I say.
“Yes.”
My eyes flicker toward Conor’s, and surprisingly, his gaze meets mine.
His smug, almost challenging look, one that says I think you are total bullshit even though my father insists we need your help, nearly makes me laugh.
“Have you got something to say, Conor?” I ask, keeping my tone light and voice low.
“No, he—”
“I’m talking to your son, Declan.” I don’t bother lifting my gaze from Conor. “Because you sure look like you do.”
Conor doesn’t answer.
“You either want my help or you want to end up dead. I really don’t give a fuck either way. My ass isn’t the one with a bounty on it. That’s yours. And I haven’t decided if I want to help you keep that ass in one piece. Yet.”
His cheeks and neck turn brick red.
“I earned my reputation, Conor. If I decide to do this, you get to fuck up another day. But don’t come into my domain with attitude or I might just end you myself.”
Declan Mulligan pales. “He’s young. He didn’t—”
“I don’t give a fuck. You called. I decided to give you an audience. You have something I want.”
He closes his eyes a moment, and he still hasn’t asked what that is. Mulligan probably thinks it’s power and money, a piece of his pie. That’s the thing, people have a habit of underestimating my vision…and overestimating my altruistic streak.
I’m more than okay with that. I’m far deadlier than even the smartest gives me credit for, and I don’t give a shit about others, unless it’s in terms of what I can get from them.
Declan’s eager to get back on safe footing. “Your reputation precedes you, Matteo.”
They love to try and flatter me. Even those like Declan Mulligan, who either didn’t have a use for me, or was too scared to come near me since I arrived in Manhattan a year ago. I don’t care, it’s all the same to me.
Some love their ring to be kissed, their ego stroked. I know who and what I am—the deadliest bastard in the room.
“The Villani name has long been a part of New York history.” There’s warning in my words that Mulligan misses.
“Yes.” Declan leans forward. “And you’ve brought it out of the background. You’re the best, I’m honored—”
“I didn’t come here to make friends.”
I came to make my mark. I incinerated the Molino family, who’d tended my small patch of Lower Manhattan and Greenwich Village until they ran it into the ground.
No more Molino family.
That was my time to take an active role. My turf in the Village is strong again. I moved into SoHo and TriBeCa, too. I carved alliances and took out enemies. I built an underground BDSM empire that hosts an elite clientele for a shit ton of cash. I created and solidified pipelines to smuggle drugs, guns, and goods, and I launder money throughout my territories and out of Manhattan, all in the name of expansion.
And when someone dared cross me, even then, I destroyed without mercy so other families and organizations understood the depth of power I wield, power I use when it suits my purposes.
When I arrived in Manhattan from my hometown in Sicily—where my reputation made the deadliest of men shake and bow—I made sure to send a strong message to the Americans, through blood and bullets, through pain and retribution. Through ruthless and cold actions.
You bet I built and solidified my influence.
And now they quake, too. They all know what I can do, what I’ve done, and what I seemingly want.
I can obliterate or deliver anything for anyone…at a price.
I fucking own them all, and most don’t even realize it.
But I sat back after the destruction, didn’t try and take over other families. Retribution, yes. Revenge, absolutely. That was it. Some backdoor favors soon built up the reputation I wanted them to see—as the man to solve their problems, the man no one crossed, the man who made dark magic happen.
Before Mulligan called me a few days ago, driven by his fear and desperation, he didn’t think he had a need to tangle with me. He kept away. I let him.
They all think I’m a necessary brute, one who can be used, as I never moved in on them—yet. I wait. I fix problems for them when I decide to move a piece on my board, setting up for my ultimate goal.
Those like Declan think I see them as equals.
But I see them all for what they are—future assets for when I wish to take them.
And Declan? I left him in his stronghold of Midtown West, deep in Hell’s Kitchen, surrounded by his Irish army, letting him think Hell’s Kitchen still belonged to him and the Irish just as it always had.
I didn’t have a need to infiltrate his lair.
He didn’t have anything I wanted.
At least, not until now.
The silence is taut, and thoughts chase their own tails on the man’s face. He wants to flatter but not seem like he’s doing that. He also wants to get away with as much as he can.
“Let’s not dwell on the past,” I say, “but the problem at hand.”
“Matteo, what you did—”
“I had a rat infestation. I took care of it, decided to stay. You have a point, Declan?”
He doesn’t answer, so I look at his son.
“Conor, what were you doing in the cartel’s territory?” I ask.
He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest. “Pussy and coke.”
“You could get a plethora of both anywhere else in the city.” I let my gaze linger on him. “Why Harlem?”
“Why not?”
“The drugs in your domain are better, and there’s pussy everywhere. So again… Why Harlem?”
Conor’s eyes narrow as his jaw clenches. He knows what I’m getting at. I wait, giving him room and rope.
“Those assholes have been showing up a lot more lately in their fucking pimped-out cars, doling out their cheap, cut coke like it’s free fucking candy.”
Conor’s been dabbling in drug distribution, but I’m not sure dear old Dad knows how deep. I choose my words, as always, carefully. “Your clientele wouldn’t be interested in that.”
“There is more than one group who buys. We deal good shit. But his lot… They’ve been looking for trouble. So, I took my guys and brought it to them,” he says darkly, the defiance strong.
“And you thought taking out a lieutenant was a smart way to end the night? Mission accomplished?” I lift an eyebrow, and Declan glares at his son.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that. You’re not my goddamn boss.” Conor stands suddenly, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor. “You don’t get to question me!”
“Conor, sit your ass down,” Declan hisses. “You’ve caused us enough trouble.”
But Conor, thick-skulled fucker that he is, just stands there. His lips thin as he scouts every inch of the office.
My gun is mounted to the underside of the desk, as always. One move and Conor’s gone.
He’s fucking lucky I have bigger plans for his family. And as for him, well…he gets to live another day.
“Dominguez doesn’t know the who behind the hit, yet. I can’t keep that secret. You were stupid and messy and there were too many witnesses. We all know what he’ll do to you. And it’s when, not if.” I let my words sink in. Then I turn the screw. “Maybe I’m not interested in this fight because of what it’s going to cost me.”
Conor’s jaw tenses, but he says nothing.
Declan turns toward me. “Matteo, I have a family to protect. My daughter, my sons. They’re my priority. Anything…whatever you need.”
The words I’ve been waiting for.
“The other families smell blood and weakness here.” I nod at Conor. “Is he next in line to take over your organization?” My implication is more than clear.
“If I hand myself over instead of him?” Declan asks.
“If they accept a substitute.” I let the words hang, complete with their dark meaning.
“Both Conor and his sister, Heaven, are my underbosses,” Declan says. “They’re both equal beneficiaries. Everything becomes theirs.”
This I already know but having him say it is a step closer to what I want.
Conor turns to his father. “Why don’t you just give him the fucking password on your goddamn bank account?”
“You understand the retribution coming our way? All the money and firepower won’t be enough. My fortune won’t be enough. Dominguez is old school in the biblical sense, you idiot, and there’s only one man who can save us. The one right here. So yes, if he wants the fucking password, I’ll give it to him!”
Conor laughs, but there’s desperation stinging the sound. “He might sound American, but he’s not. He just got here. He’s dazzling everyone with a display of firepower, sex clubs, and money, and you all bow and scrape, and—”
“That’s settled. He doesn’t need my help,” I say, smooth and calm and unruffled. “Meeting over.”
Declan turns ash white.
“You’ve been here a year, what can you do?” Conor spits at me as his father tries to talk over him.
I raise a hand and they both go silent. “Keep you alive.”
A year he says, like it’s nothing, like I didn’t change the power structure and landscape of the entire fucking city. Like the crime families don’t all look for me to save their asses when someone fucks up.
A year.
Just wait until I’m here for one more.
I’m going to take over the fucking world.
And rule.
“Or I could let you die, Conor…you and the rest of your family if past events are anything to go by. You’ll be the last, and you’ll wish you’d died first.” I shrug. “I can keep you alive or watch the Mulligans all die. That’s what I can do. Either way is good with me.”
“You…” Conor stops, taking me in, my air of calm and complete control. And he knows I’m right.
I check my watch, then look at him, and his father waves him into the chair.
Conor drops back into the seat.
A bully. This fucking guy can never be a boss. He’d run his father’s empire so far into the ground, he’d hit the Earth’s core.
But it’s much easier for me if the Mulligan clan isn’t burned. Yet.
“I’ll take the job,” I say.
Declan lets out a sigh of relief and his shoulders sag.
I haven’t named my price yet. And when I do, I’m going to steal the keys to their kingdom. My queen is ready to knock the Mulligan piece off the board and right into my pocket.
“Thank you so much, Matteo,” Declan says. “I know you can help us work through this, that you have the backing and the network to—”
I give my head a slight shake. “I have a different plan. This is too big for a simple fix.”
“What plan is that?” He starts to tense all over again.
“One that will prove to everyone with any stake in Manhattan or the surrounding boroughs we are aligned. Unified.” I lean forward. “Partners.”
“Partners?” Declan frowns. “How—”
“You want protection? I can do it, under my wing and through a special contract.”
“Okay,” Declan says. “Name your price.”
“It’s not monetary.”
Conor’s head jerks upward, and Declan eyes me with suspicion. Smart man.
“What is it you want, Matteo?” Declan asks.
I pause for a single beat, the silence in the room deafening.
“I want your daughter. Heaven.”