Stolen Touches by Neva Altaj is out now!
This is a gorgeous new arranged marriage mafia romance–check it out and be sure to grab your copy today.
Title: Stolen Touches
Author: Neva Altaj
Genre: Mafia Romance
About Stolen Touches:
“Do you realize you’ve almost started a goddamned war?”
“But . . . I’m just working at a hospital. It’s not like I’m selling drugs on Ajello’s turf or anything. Why does it matter?”
“He’s the fucking Don of the New York Family, and you went against his specific decree. It sends the message that you don’t recognize him as an authority figure in his own region. And by extension, neither does the Chicago Family.” He slumps his shoulders and squeezes the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “You being a capo’s sister only makes the situation a hundred times worse.”
“I . . . I never saw it that way, Angelo.” I bury my hands in my hair. “Jesus.”
He sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “Do you remember Enzo, Milene?”
“Catalina’s idiot cousin who died in an accident last year? What does Enzo have to do with anything?”
“He didn’t die in an accident. Ajello found out he came to New York for a weekend of “mancation”—strip clubs, drinking, having a good time. Nothing to do with the Family business. Enzo’s body was delivered to Rossi the following day. It came in several bags, Milene.”
“Bags?” I gape at him.
“Yes. There were three. The note said it was easier for FedEx to handle smaller packages. It worked out to be cheaper.”
I wrap my arms around myself. “Is he going to kill me, too?”
“He has every right to, and no one would be able to do anything about it.” He looks at me. “But he’s demanded another compensation. Rossi agreed.”
“What kind of compensation?”
“A marriage.”
My head snaps up. “No,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry. You’ve brought this on yourself.”
“No! Please, not that.” I’m trying very hard to keep the tears at bay, but they come anyway, blurring my vision.
“There’s nothing I can do, sis.” Angelo gets up from the chair and walks toward me, crouching at my feet. “If it were just you, I could have arranged to get you out of the country or something. But it’s the whole Family on the line here.”
“I fucked up big time, didn’t I?” I sniff.
“Yes, you did. I’m sorry.”
“So, who am I arranged to marry?”
“Don Ajello.”
I stare at Angelo while panic pulses inside my chest. “What? I’m not marrying a man who chops people up and mails their body parts.”
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