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    Nico (Book 1): Esposito Family Mafia, #1
    Nico (Book 1): Esposito Family Mafia, #1
    Nico (Book 1): Esposito Family Mafia, #1
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    Nico (Book 1): Esposito Family Mafia, #1

    By Naomi West

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    This is book 1 of the Esposito Family Mafia romance series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

    All hell breaks loose when the son of the Don knocks up a politician's daughter.

    NICO

    I don't care that Evie is his daughter.

    If Governor Brown thinks he can keep what's rightfully mine, he's got another thing coming.

    I'll possess Evie at any cost.

    And I'll ensure my child is raised beneath a Mob roof, by Mob rules.

    Because I'm the son of the Don, and no one takes what belongs to me.

    Everything I touch becomes my property, my right.

    And I'm about to turn this town upside down for a one-night stand I can't forget.

    I'm coming for you, Evie…

    And I'm going to make sure you keep coming for me.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMBK Hanson Inc.
    Release dateNov 5, 2019
    ISBN9781393806523
    Nico (Book 1): Esposito Family Mafia, #1
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    Naomi West

    Motorcycle club romance that will blow you away... Naomi West is a best-selling author of motorcycle romance novels that will get your heart pumping and your panties melting. Sign up for her mailing list to receive new release alerts, free giveaways, and much more! Follow this link to join:  http://bit.ly/NaomiWestMailingList

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      Nico (Book 1) - Naomi West

      Nico: A Mob Romance (Esposito Family Mafia) (Book 1)

      By Naomi West

      All hell breaks loose when the son of the Don knocks up a politician’s daughter.

      NICO

      I don't care that Evie is his daughter.

      If Governor Brown thinks he can keep what's rightfully mine, he's got another thing coming.

      I'll possess Evie at any cost.

      And I'll ensure my child is raised beneath a Mob roof, by Mob rules.

      Because I'm the son of the Don, and no one takes what belongs to me.

      Everything I touch becomes my property, my right.

      And I'm about to turn this town upside down for a one-night stand I can't forget.

      I'm coming for you, Evie...

      And I'm going to make sure you keep coming for me.

      Chapter One

      Evie

      Iwas twenty years old. Intelligent. Independent . I had never willingly relied on others before, and I willingly never would. I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to get it. I didn’t have to ask for anything, and I didn’t want for anything.

      So the fact that I was sitting in my father's office, tears in my eyes, damn near begging just to have him listen to me? That was something that I hated. It was something that set a fire in my stomach. I was angry beyond belief as the man who raised me, in the loosest sense of the term, sat across from me at his mahogany desk, his hands folded over the lacquered top, not even daring to look me in the face as he and his little team of yes-men discussed my future in front of me.

      This would be disastrous for the campaign. If you announced this now? Total train wreck. There would be no coming back from it.

      It would ruin the image of family values that the Brown family has worked to uphold for years.

      It's an honest disgrace, is what it is.

      Would you all shut the hell up?

      They finally stopped talking. They finally looked at me. My father finally looked at me. He seemed tired—tired of me, tired of the trouble that I'm causing, tired, tired, tired.

      Good—I was damn tired, too! I felt my blood pressure rising every second that my father looked at me, and I knew my face was; I could feel an incessant throbbing in my temple that just wouldn’t go away. I wanted to throw something.

      Are you quite done, darling? my father asked me. He knew I hated it when he called me darling; I knew he never meant it.

      All of you are talking about this as if I'm not even here. All of you are making choices about my life like I'm not the one that has to live it!

      Well, when you spread your legs for who-knows-who, you weren't thinking much about us, here, were you? Or what it would do to us and our family. I see little reason to give you the same courtesy.

      I glared at him, and then I glared at the woman standing behind him, cowering like a little dog as if she knew that what she had done was wrong. Mary Anne Tillerson; I had thought that she was someone who would look out for me. The last twenty-four hours had told me just how very, very wrong I was.

      You had her violate my privacy.

      And you violated my trust. Did you think about that, Evelyn, darling?

      No. No I hadn't, but I didn't say as much as I continued to glare at my father. My thoughts swam back to that night—the one that had led me to this god awful yet ... strangely exciting predicament.

      The ballroom was filled with my father's donors, his ass-kissers, and the oh-so-lucky few who were called his friends. They were there for my father's fundraiser, and I was there for my father to show off—his dutiful, pretty daughter, who is in line with his ideals and his beliefs. Damn her own mind, because of course, he and I are one and the same.

      I had drunk, then drunk some more. Not enough to get me sloppy drunk, because nothing made bad news and dirty press like a lush in the family (reasons Aunt Elenore was no longer allowed at family functions and wasn't even graced with a trashy, lacey card at Christmas). But it was enough that, when he approached me ..., I was drawn in and so ready to make bad choices.

      He was big—definitely cleared six feet—and had muscles even I could see under the perfect cut of his suit. He was bronzed and handsome, hair thick and black—short, too, but I still wanted to run my hands through it anyway. He smiled and offered to get me a drink. I knew who he was the moment that he approached me, and I knew that talking to him was trouble.

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