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Stefan and Maksym come in for a quick kiss. “You better run upstairs and fix yourself. You look like a sex kitten with those sweetly fucked lips red and pouty.”

I quirk a finger at Tomas and together we dash upstairs as fast as I can given my size before I hear them greet my parents and the happy squeal of a little girl hugging her daddies.

Five minutes later I’m in the shower with Tomas’ milk spurting down my throat. He helps me up and helps me wash away the sexy sins of their love. A feeling of satisfaction comes over me as we join my family downstairs. Not because of the fabulous heart-stopping, soul-stopping sex, but because none of us were looking for love or a happily ever after but that is exactly what we found in each other.

Tomas leans over me, presses his mouth to my ear, and whispers just for me. “You saved us from a life of hell.” He places his hand over my belly. “My nikogda tebya ne otpustim.”

This isn’t the first time he’s murmured those words to me. The night I walked away they were on his lips and broke my heart though I never understood them.

“It means, we will never let you go.” Glittering tears well behind his thick lashes and my heart beats anew for the love we share.

I smile. I should have known there was never a chance of a goodbye. The bratva always get what they want. And they want me.

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Chapter One

Riot

The sound of my life breaking apart rattles around in my head as I stand in the middle of New York’s FBI headquarters.

Only fools craved what they couldn’t have and I am the biggest one there is. Fool or not, I thought I was smart enough to know I should back out before bullets enter the game, but I want what I want. You know how it is. Once you get a taste of the forbidden nothing else matters. Your world narrows down to how you can get more. That next fix is what your life becomes. Night after night you crave another sweet hit. It’s all you can think about. Dream about.

And my addiction isn’t the shit you jack into your veins. Nah. Screw that. What I want is something much sweeter. And even deadlier.

I want her.

Lilith Rossé.

Forbidden, tender, and damaged. And unfortunately for her, my undeniable craving. She’s only a whisper past her eighteenth birthday but has balls on her the size of New York. I’m telling you, when she spreads her golden red hair out over my black silk sheets, Aphrodite herself would be envious.

Full kissable lips that swell just right after long kisses and a smattering of freckles across her nose have me spellbound. No wonder I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her. Come to think of it, it was probably the freckles along her shoulders that did it for me.

What began as a mission to learn more about our target turned far more physical than mere flirtations.

She’s the fucking definition of forbidden fruit if there ever was one.

The Rossé mafia princess is dangerous to me and this task force. One slip and everything we’ve worked to build to take down the Rossé empire will burn from the inside out.

I’m just being honest. And I swear to God, right here and right now, it’s not her body I crave. Well, notentirelyonly her body. Her soul speaks to mine in a way that has me wanting to kill the people standing between us. Good or bad. I don’t care.

Right now, that means about fifteen federal agents. I would not blink before putting each of them in the ground if it means protecting her.

I never said I was anyone else’s hero. But I’ll be hers.

When I took my oath, I swore I would never embrace the violence threaded through my family history, but for her, I will become the epitome of chaos and spill blood to have her at my side.

Had I known I would fall for the enemy’s daughter I might not have signed onto the special task force designed to take her corrupt father down. And the Russian mobster he wants marry her off to—Kirill Antonov. It would have saved me a lot of stress and sleepless nights. And while I am being upfront, I wish I could kidnap the pretty princess and skip off to some low-key cliched location on the map all the criminals use to live out their stolen happily-ever-afters.

You must think I’m some morally gray villain masquerading as a hero with a badge.

You’re right. Unlike the people I’m sharing air with this morning, I don’t mind doing the crime if it gets me what I want.

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