BETRAYAL
An Obsessive Alpha Mafia Boss Romance
I have one job to do.
Follow the virgin nun when she leaves the convent and make sure she gets safely to New York.
She is a target for men who are exactly like me because, according to the twisted terms of her father’s will, the woman I’m supposed to protect is also the key to a multi-billion-dollar empire.
I am no different from them, only that I have a head start – at least that’s what I thought.
Until she gave me the slip and disappeared into the shadows where the vermin howl.
She can run but never hide from me because the shadows are my home.
She’s innocent. Untouched. Forbidden, and she hates me on sight.
Forced together. Bound by lies.
Enemies with no escape—and nowhere to run.
But I’m a ruthless mafia boss, a grumpy alpha who always gets what he wants.
So run, baby, run.
Because betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from the man you trust, and I intend to own her heart before she ever realizes she’s mine.
CHAPTER 1
ALICE
Tiffany is my main concern right now. She isn’t saying much, but the tension building between us is at breaking point.
“You’ll be fine.” I attempt to reassure her, but her ashen skin and dull smile tell a different story to her words.
“Of course, we knew this was coming.”
My heart is beating with anticipation, and I’m trying hard to conceal my excitement because today has been a long time coming, and I’m eager to get started.
The battered suitcase resting by the door will be couriered to my destination, and the documents I require in the interim are firmly placed in my purse that is currently hidden beneath my habit.
“I hope Rose is okay.”
Tiffany bites her bottom lip, a nervous trait we all share, and yet I have no nerves at all. Nervous anticipation perhaps, but definitely no nerves in leaving the sanctuary of the convent.
The clock chimes and my heart beats a steady rhythm as I take Tiffany’s hands in mine and reassure her with a smile.
“I’m the strong one—remember.” A firm smile accompanies my words as I seek to placate my more nervous sister.
“One year.” I remind her, and she nods miserably.
“It’s too long.”
I must agree with her, but rather than throw shade on the situation, I shrug.
“It will pass. We have faced worse, remember.”
She sighs and squeezes my hands tightly.
