Vegas Mafia
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Gambling is my guilty pleasure.
Luckily I own the casino so my credit never runs dry.
It’s not enough.
I’m a thrill seeker. I crave delicious depravity and control over women who are backed into a corner with nowhere to run.
To offer them a choice that always works in my favor. To watch their defiance crumble on top of my silk sheets as I ruin their souls for any other man.
Then she fell into my web.
Soft, cute and broken.
She dazzled me across the table just before she lost everything.
She was the perfect prey to hunt.
I made her an offer she would be fool to refuse.
She offered me a valuable lesson.
That sometimes the tables turn and the hunter becomes the prey.
A deliciously dark mafia short story where what happens in Vegas ends in Vegas.
One reckless night. One dangerous man. One choice that changes everything.
On the eve of my arranged marriage to a mafia stranger, I crave one last taste of freedom.
Vegas is the perfect escape, and the infamous Virago promises sin without consequence.
But when I intercept a call for 'entertainment' to the Penthouse, I make a reckless decision—I convince the receptionist that I’m the woman for the job. One night, one stranger, no regrets.
Then I meet him.
Dangerously handsome. Sinfully wicked. The kind of man who devours innocence and leaves nothing behind. The perfect man to take what I’ll never offer my future husband.
It’s just one night. At least I thought it was because when dawn breaks and I walk down the aisle, the man waiting at the altar watches my approach with a face like thunder.
I thought what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas but I was wrong and the consequences prove deadly.
If you like men who would tear up the world for you, slay your enemies and crush your demons, meet the Caruso brothers.
I applied for a housekeeping job at The Artemis, the premier hotel in Vegas, otherwise known as my last chance.
I have one final shot at making freedom work and when on my first day I committed murder; I was resigned to it not working out well for me.
Then I met him. Matteo Caruso. The enigmatic owner of the hotel of dreams.
Nightmares more like because rather than turn me into the cops, he turned the lock on my door and trapped me inside his penthouse with two others just like him.
Brothers. Dark, despicable brothers with no life in their eyes; no humanity in their smiles.
All dressed in black to match their aura and they are staring at me as if I am their next meal.
I asked for their assistance. To help me slay my demons, which turned out to be one bad decision with huge consequences.
It’s like asking the devil to teach you the Bible.
Now I’m theirs—one dangerous choice, one stolen kiss, one wicked touch at a time.
When you make a deal with one devil, you lose your soul.
With three?
You just might lose your heart.
This is a dark, why choose, mafia romance filled with danger, obsession, and morally gray men. It contains themes that may be triggering, so step carefully, or don’t step at all. Because if “trigger warning” made your pulse race—you’re exactly where you belong.