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Dirty Box (Book 3): Mancini Family Mafia, #3
Dirty Box (Book 3): Mancini Family Mafia, #3
Dirty Box (Book 3): Mancini Family Mafia, #3
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This is book 3 and the finale of the Mancini Family Mafia trilogy!

I'm about to tear her dirty box apart.

In the mafia world, betrayal equals death.

So killing the undercover FBI broad who tried to infiltrate my family's inner circle would just be business as usual.

But I decide to make an exception.

Instead of turning the sexy little rat over to my father's goons, I make her a deal.

A sexy, sinful, filthy deal.

She doesn't want to do it – at first.

But when I remind her what's at stake, Carla falls to my feet…

And the wicked games begin.

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Release dateJun 2, 2019
ISBN9781393765622
Dirty Box (Book 3): Mancini Family Mafia, #3

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    Dirty Box (Book 3) - APRIL LUST

    Dirty Box: A Mafia Romance (Mancini Family Mafia) (Book 3)

    By April Lust

    I’m about to tear her dirty box apart.

    IN THE MAFIA WORLD, betrayal equals death.

    So killing the undercover FBI broad who tried to infiltrate my family’s inner circle would just be business as usual.

    But I decide to make an exception.

    Instead of turning the sexy little rat over to my father’s goons, I make her a deal.

    A sexy, sinful, filthy deal.

    She doesn’t want to do it – at first.

    But when I remind her what’s at stake, Carla falls to my feet...

    And the wicked games begin.

    Chapter 1

    Carla

    As Carla stood outside the gallery's entrance wearing her mask, she saw Gio approach with his own mask in one hand and a leather bag in the other. He noticed her outfit and smiled wolfishly.

    Hey, that dress looks mighty familiar, he chuckled. Except we're gonna have a much nicer time tonight, ain't we? You ain't gonna be yelling at me and running for the door. Not if you know what's good for you, at least.

    Carla nodded. She was so nervous at the prospect of more play with Gio—especially in public—that it felt like ants were crawling around in her veins. She took several deep breaths, trying to tell herself that she should be less frightened this time around.

    Unlike their first session, they'd be surrounded by witnesses, ensuring that Gio wouldn't decide he was finished with her and kill her. Still, not knowing what he had planned for her made her lungs tighten in her chest.

    More whipping this time? Hot candle wax?

    Or something that would leave more permanent marks on her?

    She could tell Gio was savoring her trepidation based on the gleam in his eyes as he put his mask on. While we're in here, Gio said, you can think of this place as an extension of the one I've got at home. Which means the same rules are going to apply. Understand?

    Going to, she thought. Not gonna this time. Now that the mask's on, he's discarded his bored gangster persona in favor of something that might be closer to his authentic self. Interesting.

    Yes, Master, she answered, lowering her eyes immediately so they wouldn't make contact with his.

    Gio laughed. Perfect. You learn fast. Your yellow word tonight will be water. Your red word will be air. He opened the door, gesturing for Carla to enter first.

    As she stepped in, the first thing she noticed was the smells—heavy sweat, sex, leather, and a strange plastic scent which she identified as lube after a few moments. The air was filled with fake mist and colorful strobing laser-lights, bouncing off the walls and people in hypnotic patterns. The walls and floor thrummed as the sound system pumped out a song by Nine Inch Nails. The bass was so loud that the lyrics were drowned out and every note felt like sharp fingernails scraping against Carla's eardrums.

    False faces appeared and disappeared in the mist all around her—animals, skulls, angels, demons, all with human eyes peering out of them. Many of them looked her up and down appreciatively as they passed.

    Gio leaned in close, talking directly into her ear. Now strip, he commanded.

    She felt an icy stab of panic. She'd never been naked in front of a room full of people before.

    But what will I do with my clothes and purse...Master? she finished quickly, almost forgetting how she was supposed to address him. She hadn't brought her badge, gun, or phone, obviously, but she still didn't love the idea of leaving her things in some leather-freak version of a coat check room.

    Gio's eyes glinted at her above the roaring dragon's mouth. I'll carry them, he said, and that had better be the last time you hesitate or talk back when I give you a fucking order. Take it all off. Now. And stop looking into my eyes or I'll hurt you even worse than I'd planned.

    Carla handed her purse to Gio and stepped out of her shoes. Then she inched out of the cocktail dress, exposing her breasts, and slid out of her panties. She bundled the clothing and shoes up and handed it all to Gio, standing completely naked.

    Gio

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