Wicked Mafia Boss
He took me for a debt owed.Now I belong to my silver fox captor who is also my ex's older brother…and my new boss.
Desperation drove me to the Red Letter Syndicate. My family's debt was choking the life out of us, and I'd do anything to save them, even make a Red Letter wish.
I should have known who would come to collect.
Drake Moses isn't just my ex's older brother. He's the silver-haired mafia boss who rules this city from the shadows. The man is ruthless to the core and terrifyingly gorgeous.
In return for granting my wish, my family gets a clean slate. But there's a catch.
He doesn't want money in return, he wants me.
Drake makes his terms clear. Follow his rules, live under his roof, and resist the fire building between us.
By day, I'm his perfect assistant. But by night, the ruthless mafia boss disappears, and in his place is a man who touches me likeI'm precious. And that's far more dangerous than any darkness could be.
He says I belong to him now. Every heated kiss and every scorching touch is a promise of his possession of me. The truth is, the more he claims, the more I want to give.
I thought I was paying a debt, but Drake is teaching me what it means to surrender.
And the most dangerous part? I'm starting to wish I'll never be free.
But we are both about to discover how deep betrayal hits. After layers of secrets are revealed, I don't know if he will fight for what we've made together.
Wicked Mafia Boss is an age gap office romance featuring her ex’s billionaire older brother that has witty banter, a possessive villainous hero, and a spicy happily-ever-after. Every romantic suspense book ends with a guaranteed happily ever after and has no cliffhanger for that couple. Every book in this series is a full-length standalone.
One
Katriana
The coffee maker gurgles its last breath at 5:47 in the morning, and I watch it die with the same numb resignation I've perfected over the past five years.
Another thing I can't afford to replace.
I pour what little made it into the carafe, the liquid thin and bitter, more water than caffeine. The kitchen smells like burnt grounds and the faint mustiness of an apartment that never gets enough sunlight. Water stains bloom across the ceiling above the stove, brown and spreading, a slow decay I've learned to ignore along with everything else that's falling apart.
It doesn't matter. I'll grab something stronger at work. One of the few perks of working at a bookstore with a coffee bar is unlimited caffeine, even if the espresso machine is temperamental and the tips barely cover my bus fare.
My phone buzzes on the counter, vibrating against the chipped laminate, and despite everything, my lips curve.
Gemma: you awake yet or still pretending the world doesn't exist
Me: Bold words from someone who slept through her 8am class three times last week
Gemma: slander. it was only twice. also mom actually got dressed yesterday. like REAL clothes. not pajamas pretending to be clothes
I stare at the message, something warm and fragile blooming beneath my ribs. Mom got dressed. It’s such a small thing to hear for most, but for us, it is an enormous thing.
Me: That's really good, Gem
Gemma: i know right?? she even talked about maybe visiting aunt carol next month. I think she's turning a corner, Kat
Turning a corner.God, I want to believe that. I want to believe that five years of watching my mother disappear into grief and anxiety and the kind of depression that steals a person inch by inch might finally be loosening its grip.
Me: Don't get your hopes up too high. You know how she cycles
Gemma: wow okay debbie downer, let me have this ONE good thing
