Valentina has been picked to be The Butcher’s wife—the most deadly man within the Rossi mafia. He's exactly what men fear, and now she is set to be his wife. He could have any woman, but instead, he picked her. Why? She was passed over by Thomas Rossi’s son because she was broken and damaged.
Giovanni Romano is a monster. After his family was killed when he was young, he spent his entire life becoming a killing machine. He swore his loyalty to Rossi, and what he wants more than anything is Valentina. He saved her, and now he'll allow her the chance to live and thrive.
Valentina never expected to fall for her husband. He's terrifying and dangerous, but the moment she's close to him, he sets a fire inside her. When she’s with him, she feels complete and never wants to be without him.
Now it is up to Giovanni to protect his wife when it matters most, or will he be doomed to lose the only woman he has ever loved?
Be Warned: anal sex
Since he’d picked her, he’d not had the opportunity to be alone with her. Their traditions had to remain in place. As did her virginity—until tonight.
He wanted to fuck her. To fill her full of his cum and get her pregnant with his child.
When it came to Valentina, even before she was taken, he’d been enraptured by her. She was a beautiful woman. Curves in all the right places, especially on her thighs as well as her ass. She could take a nice, hard fuck. Her body had been designed for him, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. To bring new memories to chase the darkness away.
“I saw you looking at Leonardo,” he said, hating the bastard’s name on his lips.
“I wasn’t,” she said.
“You don’t have to lie. In fact, that is what I would like in our marriage. Complete and total honesty.”
She tilted her head slightly to the side. “You do?”
“That’s not … heard of.”
He chuckled. “I know, right? I am a glutton for punishment.” He leaned in close and pressed his nose against her hair, inhaling her sweet strawberry scent.
His mouth watered.
After rescuing her and taking a chance to visit her in the hospital, he’d leaned in close and promised he would protect her. It was why he stayed close to home, never going too far, handling business where he could be close to her.
Valentina had been taken because he’d taken his eye off the ball. He’d been in another country with Rossi, handling business. The moment they got the news, they had been on a plane back home, but the damage had already been done.
“So, tell me what you are thinking about right this moment,” he said.
“Are you sure you want to know the simple thoughts of your wife?” Valentina asked.
“You will soon come to see, my sweet, that I don’t ask for anything I don’t want.”
She licked her lips. He saw the tip of her tongue as it traced across her bottom lip, and he so wanted her mouth on his body, licking at him, sucking at him.
“Er, I … I’m not a very good dancer,” she said.
He chuckled. “Neither am I, but I did put in a few hours of practice so I didn’t stand on your toes.”
“You did?” she asked.
“Yes, does that surprise you?”
“A little bit. I had to practice as well. With my brother and my mom. My dad didn’t want me to make him look like a fool.”
“That would be impossible for you to do when your father looks like a fool with no help from anyone.”
This made her gasp and then laugh.
Good. He wanted her to be happy. Not afraid.
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
He leaned in close, pressing his lips against her ear. “Any man who is willing to allow his daughter to be overlooked and let go is a fool. Don’t even get me started on Leonardo. He doesn’t have the first fucking brain cell to even know who he gave up.”
Giovanni pulled back and smiled at her. Her lips were slightly parted, and he wanted to do nothing more than kiss them, but he held himself back. Now was not the time to kiss those luscious lips.
“He is happily married,” Valentina said.
He doubted it. The couple hated each other. Victoria and Leonardo Rossi were perfect for each other because of their complete hatred and cruelty.
He wasn’t going to allow Valentina to get close to either of them. The bastard hadn’t deserved her before, and the truth was, he’d been trying to find a reason for them not to marry. Valentina wasn’t like most women in their circle. She was sweet, kind, loyal, caring, everything their circle hated and saw as a weakness.
Leonardo would have broken her. He put on the façade for people, but Giovanni knew of the women he’d attacked and nearly killed in his vile rage.
Glancing over Valentina’s shoulder, he spotted Leonardo watching her. He had tried to convince his father not to allow this wedding to go through.
The moment Giovanni had been given the opportunity to have any woman he wanted, he’d picked Valentina without a second’s hesitation. Leonardo had said his selection was absurd. That no one should have Valentina. She was defective and to even attempt to have her was a mockery.
To get her, Giovanni had to question Rossi’s loyalty.
Of course, he didn’t hold the same opinion as his son. Even though the older man had terminated the contract between his son and Valentina, that didn’t mean he had turned his back on the woman.
He saw an opportunity, even if he didn’t completely understand Giovanni’s reasoning. It didn’t mean he was going to let her be out of favor any longer.
As Leonardo watched, Giovanni ran his hands down her back, the tips of his fingers teasing at the edge of her ass. The line of her panties ruffled the dress she wore, but he didn’t care.
Leonardo knew what he had lost.
As long as he was alive, he was going to make sure Valentina was alive, and as The Butcher, no one had ever succeeded in killing him.
No one had the stomach to face him.
Not even Leonardo Rossi.