Antonio Bontini was a perfectionist.
He was disgustingly rich.
I was told he had a dark side.
He was the son and nephew of notorious mobsters and Mafia Dons.
He was a self-made man and kept his family's shady dealings out of his life.
Rumors floated around that he had a sexually deviant side.
Now Bontini was a client of my firm, and any personal involvement was off-limits.
Why would a man like him even cast an eye my way?
Antonio Bontini was draw-dropping handsome. Six feet tall, broad-shouldered, somber, and brooding. He exemplified darkness. I'd never seen a man as meticulous as Bontini.
I was told to be cordial and proper around him, and I was. That was my first mistake.
He wanted more, a dirty, sexy girl.
I, Lydia Francis, would become whatever he wanted.
But danger lurked behind him. I wondered if he'd rise to the occasion and follow in his uncle's footsteps.
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