Fiona Murphy
Sabatini Famlly Box Set
Sabatini Famlly Box Set
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Book One - Dominic
Any minute I'm going to wake up from this nightmare. Being tied up and thrown in the trunk of a car doesn't happen in real life. Except the silk tie around my wrists feels very real. And my father, Johnny Conti, the head of the Outfit, is telling me to be a good girl—that I'm to be the wife of the man who tied me up and has me over his wide shoulder.
Some women might swoon over gorgeous Dominic Sabatini with his blue eyes, dimples, and muscled body in a silk suit. Not me. Those are just distractions from who, what he really is: a ruthless killer with blood on his hands and ice in his veins.
There is no way Dominic could actually want to marry me. A virgin, curvy, buried in an all-girls Catholic boarding school for most of my life and seventeen years younger than him. He's marrying so far beneath him it's absurd.
But Dominic growls I belong to him and he keeps what is his.
Book Two - Tony
Sometimes I lay awake at night wishing I had killed her from the beginning that I never took her into my bed, my home, and my life.
A Sabatini may be a lot of things: an asshole, rude, ruthless, even a killer. But one thing we never are is sloppy, not with our money, not our business, and especially not with our bodies.
Until the moment I got sloppy with the most dangerous thing I could: a woman.
I'm third generation in the Outfit. I've killed more than my share of men, have had more than a few guns held to my head. Christy wasn't the first person who tried to kill me, she wasn't the last, and I'm sure there will be more in the future.I knew how we started was messed up. I'm old enough to be her father. She was thirty to my fifty, I should have spanked her, taken the gun away from her, and killed her the way I planned. She wanted me dead to pay for her childhood trauma. The way I saw it, I've done a lot of messed up things but I wasn't to blame for what she went through. If she wanted me dead, there was only one thing for me to do: kill her before she could kill me. Only the moment I laid eyes on her everything changed: the plan, me, her.
When I put the ring on her finger and she promised forever I believed we had a future. There was no hint I would wake up the next morning and find her gone. I tried to let her go, I can't. She promised forever, I'm holding her to it. It doesn't matter how far she's gone. I will find her.
Christy belongs to me, and a Sabatini keeps what is his.
Book Three - Luca
Luca Sabatini saved me from the back of a truck with other women on our way to be sold into sex trafficking, but who will save me from him?
He tells me I belong to him, that he won't let me go. I shouldn't want to belong to him, yet a longing I don't understand thrums through me I cannot deny. Except it's not safe for either of us. I climbed into the back of the truck of my own free will because I'm running from a fate far worse.
For the first time in my life, I feel safe with Luca. He promises no one will ever hurt me again, he will protect me from what I'm running from, he'll kill anyone who is a threat to me. I believe him, he's run Vegas for the Outfit for almost as long as I've been alive. Only the man I'm running from has an entire army of men behind him. If I thought there was a way Luca could go up against him and survive I would stay but others have tried and paid with not just their lives but the lives of their family. I could never live with myself if Luca and his family ended up dead because of me.
When I'm found the reckoning is one of bullets and blood just as I feared. Once the smoke clears, who will be left standing?
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
As I leave my room the doorbell goes off. Maria is already at the door, she opens it and I watch her blush. Interesting, I’ve never seen her do that and there have been several good looking men who have visited. With a giggle she closes the door before she takes off toward the kitchen. That must be some new lawyer, the last one was eighty if he was a day with large bulbous eyes. My eyes flick to the man.
Holy shit, everything in me stutters to a stop as I take him in. He is a black haired, blue eyed Roman god come to life in a silk black suit. A broad forehead is over a sharp nose that looks like it’s been broken and reset, the slight imperfection doesn’t detract in the slightest, oddly it only adds to his appeal. I’m annoyed at the shadow of a beard along his jaw hiding his beautiful face, his mustache and beard frame wide soft lips perfectly. Dimly, I’m aware he’s tall, well over six feet, maybe six three or six four, he’s wide and muscled but not so much he’s bulging out of the cut to fit suit. Our eyes meet and I’m lost in those eyes, blue as deep as the sea. I can’t look away, can’t blink.
My first thought was Roman god yet the longer I stare into his intense blue eyes at odds with his glowing caramel skin and black hair I can’t get the idea of an angel out of my mind. But a fallen one with wicked thoughts clear in those eyes. Is my mouth seriously watering? Then he sends all of the air out of my lungs with a woosh when he smiles, flashing two deep dimples in each cheek. I have no idea how I stay standing. I think I’m smiling back, I’m not sure.
I blink when my eyes begin to water, opening them to find he’s inches away from me. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. Are his lips as soft as they seem? Those lips curve into a deeper smile, a knowing smile. “Dominic Sabatini, and you are Regina.”
It’s a question that’s not a question, I nod anyway. Sabatini, usually the lawyers have bland old white guy names. He’s holding out his hand for mine, I give it to him without thinking. I’m enveloped in heat so hot it burns. Fear of this unknown shakes me out of the heady moment I try to tug my hand away only his smile is gone and his grip tightens. Oh god, the core of me is melting in a way I’ve never felt before, didn’t know could happen. Closer, he’s getting closer and even though the fear is still there I can’t move away from him.
“Dominic, I see you’ve met my Gina.” Johnny’s voice is loud, close and shocks the both of us out of…I don’t even know what it was. Dominic drops my hand, instantly I’m cut free from my mooring, drifting painfully alone. “Come in, come in. Can I get you a drink? Whiskey?”
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