Chapter 53. The Mafia Family (1)

Dominic

Too fucking early in the morning, he had left his woman in their disheveled bed, sated, and sleeping soundly.

Only for this! He growled. Some of the underground bosses had written a petition.

A fucking petition. What are they, college jocks?

Reading the letters, his mood got darker. The fools want him to take El Patrón and Lucifer to task for breaking omerta and integrating a certain club into their fold.

Dominic lifted his lips in a semblance of a mocking smile. Fucking idiots! Closing the folder, he made a mental note to deal with them soon.

His mind went back to the more pressing matters at hand.

“Dominic,” she opened the home office they shared without knocking. No surprise there. He was used to her antics. She was an invader. To his mind. To his heart.

Beau Vasiliev, his tzarina.

Alarmed at the urgency in his wife’s voice, he looked up from the document report he was about to sign.

Rising and rounding his desk,