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EXCERPT: HIS TO OWN

He’s supposed to marry her older sister, but he can’t stay away…

MICELI

The mafia world is cold and cruel. I live by one rule - cut their throat before they cut yours. It’s what keeps me ruthless and on top of my mafia family.

But when I see something I like, I take it. It’s no different with Alessia DeLuca, who’s supposed to marry my rival… while I’m marrying her older sister.

When Alessia sees something she shouldn’t, kidnapping her is the only logical answer…

Taking her cherry sure isn’t.

ALESSIA

Ever since I met him in a mix-up, I’ve been intrigued by Miceli Rossi. He says he always gets what he wants, and it’s obvious he’s obsessed with one thing only… me.

He can force me to marry him. He can even force me to wear his ring.

But I’ll make sure I’m the worst wife he could have.

Anything to make sure he doesn’t realize how much I want him.

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Alessia

I’ve never been so nervous in all of my twenty-four years. Pacing across the room again, I know I must be wearing a trail in the carpet, and I finally pause and wring my hands. My older sister Gia—older by two years—doesn’t look even a fraction as anxious as me.

A quick glance at the clock reveals it’s only a couple of minutes until eleven.

“How can you be so calm?” I ask. “I’m about to pass out or poo my pants. And you look like you’re about to take tea on the lido deck.”

She snorts back a laugh. “Because, sis, there’s no point in getting worked up. Our fate has already been decided.” Gia flips her long, dark hair over a shoulder and sends me a perfect smile. And it is flawless. Everything about Gia is—from her slender figure to her high cheekbones to her polished and refined manners. She should’ve been a model. Or, the queen of some faraway country. I swear, sometimes I wonder if she sweats or burps or ever feels like she’s going to poo her pants like me? She’s a classic beauty and always appears so in control. Even when she’s not.

Me, on the other hand? I’m a hot mess. I worry, I stress and I obsess. That, of course, leads to the sugar cravings that I can’t seem to control. Grabbing another piece of candy from the small bowl on my nightstand, I unwrap the watermelon deliciousness and pop it into my mouth, sucking until my cheeks cave.

“But, we’re about to meet the men we’re going to marry,” I say with a frown. “Men we’ve never met.”

Gia sighs in that worldly way of hers. “What do you need to know? They’re both extremely handsome and powerful. An alliance between our family and both of theirs will secure the DeLuca name and increase our importance in this city.”

Something I care very little about, but I don’t say that. My father, Aldo DeLuca, is an important figure in New York City’s Italian mafia. Although, he’s not quite as powerful as The Rossi or Bianche family. That’s why he’s planning on marrying me off to Rocco Bianche and Gia to Miceli Rossi.

My stomach turns when I think about the stranger I’m about to go downstairs and meet. A man I’m just supposed to say “hello” to and then “I do” without any time to get to know him.

He’s a stranger! I want to scream. This is so old-fashioned and ridiculous. Or, am I the one who’s overreacting? Gia is quite content to marry Miceli and she’s never laid eyes on the man. But, she’s already had a serious boyfriend and been intimate with someone before. Maybe that’s why this isn’t as big of a deal for her. But, I’ve never been in love much less had a relationship and sex or explored any of that. God, I feel like such a baby. A naive little girl. Because the truth is it’s more than just sex I’ve been missing out on. The truth is, I’ve never even been properly kissed by a man. I mean sure, there were a few quick kisses here or there when I was in school over in Italy. But those were boys who I met in town and saw a movie with. Now, I’m dealing with an experienced man who’s going to have expectations and desires. How in the world am I ever going to please him?

Biting my lip, my frown deepens.

“Stop scowling like that,” Gia comments. “Or you’re going to make your wrinkles look deeper.”

My head snaps up. “I have wrinkles?” I march over to the mirror and examine my face with a critical eye. Well, of course, I have frown lines between my brows. Doesn’t everyone?

“Yes, Lessi, and the way you’re always worrying, you’re going to look like an old lady in a few years if you keep it up.” She stands and stretches. “That’s why I don’t let anything bother me and use so many face creams.”

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