Mafia Man's Virgin Wife (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 30,000
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Enzo Amato owes a favor...

When Hank Bianchi calls in his favor, Enzo is more than ready to deliver. There is only one problem. Hank wants him to marry his daughter. The other little problem, it was a daughter he had with a mistress. This was unheard of, but Enzo does not like owing favors, and so, marrying Hank’s daughter is exactly what he will do.

Adele Shanks knows what her father is. She knows what he is capable of. After years of disappointment, her mother told her the truth. Hank is part of the mafia, he is a capo. She wants no part of his world. When Enzo enters the bar where she works, she knows it is going to end badly.

Adele rejects him as she doesn’t want to be part of her father’s world. Enzo will not take no for an answer.

Enzo will not fail. Adele will be his wife and he’s not above blackmail. He uses her friends against her, so Adele has no choice but to go with him. She will become his wife.

Adele doesn’t hate Enzo. What she doesn’t know, is that Enzo has fallen in love with his little virgin wife, and he wants to keep her, build a family, and to mend her broken heart. Could it be possible for Adele to find everything she has been looking for?

Mafia Man's Virgin Wife (MF)
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Mafia Man's Virgin Wife (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 30,000
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Enzo didn’t say a word.

Adele was hurting. She didn’t have anyone in this world, but Hank did.

Enzo stepped toward Hank. “Are you sure you want me to repay my debt this way, by making her my wife? She’ll be an easy target.”

“She will at least know that I care,” Hank said. “And right now, that’s all that matters.”

He didn’t believe that to be the case, but he didn’t argue.

Hank saw him out, and Enzo climbed into his car and made his way back to the bar where Adele worked.

It wasn’t quite as busy as last night, but there were still a lot of people milling around. He recognized Arnold, working behind the bar. The moment Arnold caught sight of him, he moved toward his spot.

“What can I get you?”


Arnold raised a brow, but where Adele got the scotch from last night, this man did the same, grabbing a glass. Enzo looked around the bar, but couldn’t find Adele.

“Where’s Adele?” he asked.

Arnold hesitated in pouring the scotch. “She’ll be a little late tonight.”

“When does her shift start?”

“It’s not her shift tonight, but Bishop will let her work.” Arnold put the lid back on the scotch. “You do realize what today is, right? I assume you know Adele.”

“Yes, I know her.”

“So, you know the deal her mother made with her, right? That she was never allowed to visit her grave site on the anniversary of her death, but she could do so the day after.”

“Adele’s visiting her mother.”

“Yes, and every night, without fail, the day after, Adele comes to work. I don’t even think she gets paid, but we all know she’s hurting.”

Enzo didn’t like how much this Arnold guy knew about Adele. Once she was his wife, she’d never work another day in her life.

“Speak of the devil,” Arnold said.

The barman was looking at a spot past his shoulder, and he had no choice but to spin around to see. Adele was coming through the door. She had her bag on her shoulder, arms folded, and he saw she’d been crying. Enzo got to his feet, about to go to her, but Adele didn’t even look his way as she passed.

“I wouldn’t interfere if I was you,” Arnold said. “All she wants to do is work. It helps to numb the pain.”

No, it doesn’t.

Sitting at the counter, he played with the glass of scotch. He wasn’t much of a drinker, and he was pretty sure this stuff was straight poison and in no way good for him.

He watched as Adele tied her long brown hair up. She was once again in the standard uniform. No one got in her way as she rounded the bar.

“All right, babe?” Arnold asked.

“Yeah, please tell me it’s busy.”

“You’ve got company.” Arnold pointed toward him and Enzo raised his glass.

Adele stopped and he saw her hesitate. He watched as her hands clenched into fists. He wasn’t sure if his presence was going to give her a reason to fight or run away.

Enzo waited, and he didn’t have to wait long as she squared her shoulders and approached him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

He saw the fire in her eyes and knew this woman was a fighter.

“I’m having a drink. Isn’t that what paying customers are allowed to do?” he asked.

“There are a lot of other bars that I’m pretty sure are fancy enough for the likes of you. You didn’t have to pick this bar.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Actually, I did. You see, Adele, this bar has something all those other places don’t have.”

Enzo watched her lips press together, and she was clearly fighting with asking him that question. He waited. Patience wasn’t his forté, but when it came to Adele, he seemed to have some.

“And what is it this place has that the others don’t, besides the cheap scotch?”

Enzo stood and pressed his face close to hers. He felt the fan of her breath.

“Simple, this bar has my future wife.”

With her face so close and feeling her breath, he couldn’t resist slamming his lips down on hers and taking the kiss he wanted.

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