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Crazy Sexy Cool

Big Bad Mafia Boy Series 1

 

 

The Italian mafia rules. For decades, the rules have remained the same. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. 

His world was one of lust, lies and maybe love. Fearless and ruthless, Dean Bishop terrified her. Commanded. Wanting nothing but her. He will make her his. No matter the cost.

Fiery, feisty and unforgettable, Elena Cruz is a sexy drug that Dean craves endlessly. 

But in this world where money and power consume everyone, enemies abound. There is a price on her head. 

Against all odds, Dean wants to protect her. Will he be able to, even as she continues to keep her distance from him? What would it take to change Elena's heart towards Dean? A red hot tale of desires rolls out the red carpet for you to enter...

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Read an excerpt

 

Inside the toilet, Elena found a broom, mop and a pail beside the last cubicle. She snatched the broom and dashed to the door. As she’d seen in the movies a million times, she slid the broom around the handle. She turned the handle, however it didn’t give way thanks to the broom – Elena had succeeded in sealing the door shut from the inside.

 

“Elena!”

 

She jumped back when she heard Dean’s stormy voice.

 

“Open the door! I know you are in there. Open!”

 

She could envision his fists, mercilessly hammering on the door. Her heart began to sprint frantically and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Laying a hand on her bag, she slung the strap over her shoulder and hoisted herself on top of the last sink. She took in a deep breath, looking at the window ledge above her. “I can do this! I can do this” She whispered to herself.

 

“Elena!” The door was assaulted wildly from the outside as if bulls were charging at it.

 

“Oh God, please don’t let him get me.” She cried softly as she pulled herself up, her fingers wrung themselves at the ledge. She muscled power onto her hands, hoisting and pulling her body up to the window.

 

“Damn it!” Dean banged his shoulder onto the door. The first time it only rattled softly. Again, he banged his shoulder onto the door. There was no way he was going to let Elena out of his grasp, not when he was so close to having her. He would get her by all means possible.

 

Inside the toilet, Elena’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the door rattle from the weight of Dean’s body banging onto it. She knew it would only be a matter of seconds before it would give way and he would barge in, yank her by the hair and drag her away to be kept under lock and key in some god – forsaken place.

 

Her palms thumped on the unlocked window. The window resisted her hits and stubbornly remained tightly shut. “Open, c’mon!” She gritted her teeth. She tip – toed preliously on the toilet sink, with one arm holding the ledge for support and the other banging to push the window open.

 

“Elena!”

 

The exploding voice caused her to lose focus. In cold sweat and sheer fear, her foot slipped.

 

 

 

 

 

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