Title: The Hacker
Series: Chicago Bratva #5
Author: Renee Rose
Genre: Mafia/Bratva Romance
Release Date: September 28, 2021
SHE BETRAYED MY FAMILY—I WILL MAKE HER PAY.
The sweet redhead in our building isn’t as innocent as we thought.
She brought a Fed into our circle. Got my twin brother shot.
Now she will pay. I’m putting her in charge of nursing him back to health.
If he dies, she dies. That’s what I told her, anyway.
Of course I wouldn’t actually harm her.
Our beautiful neighbor is already under my skin.
But that won’t stop me from punishing her
then touching her in all the ways I vowed I wouldn’t.
She’s ruined my peace. Become a distraction I can’t afford.
I want to keep her under my control…
I need to keep her out of my heart.
I turn to see Natasha standing in the doorway. She’s still in that fucking dress. The one that shows every single curve of her lithe body. It makes her look like a grown-up, someone I could do all the dirty things I frequently imagine doing to her.
“Get out.” I seriously cannot deal with her. I’m not ready. I need more information. I need to get behind a fucking computer!
She doesn’t listen, though. She comes in, drifting ever closer, close enough for me to catch her ginger-peach scent. The one that seems to match her the red glints in her coppery hair.
“I’m sick over what I did. What a mess I made of things. I… um… I’ve been trying to figure out why I wasn’t upfront about bringing Alex to the game.”
I grind my molars and finally lift my icy gaze to hers. I even go so far as to take a few menacing steps in her direction.
She registers the threat, backing up toward the wall. I want to kick my own ass for scaring her, but pushing her away—keeping myself shut off from her allure—is imperative. I can’t let myself soften toward her. She’s already the hugest liability possible.
“Honestly?” Her fingers tangle together at her waist; she’s doing that fidgety thing she does when she’s nervous. “I think I was trying to get a rise out of you.”
My brain scrambles in disbelief.
Natasha is not the manipulative type. At least, I didn’t think so. She’s sweet and honest and giving.
“I hoped you’d be jealous and finally make a move.”
I’m suffocating suddenly by the friction of her words ricocheting inside my body. She hoped I’d…be jealous. And make a fucking move.
I close the distance between us, my hand grasping her throat as I push her up against the wall. Her eyes widen, but I don’t have time to watch them dilate because my mouth crashes down on hers, taking everything I’ve wanted all these torturous months. It’s a brutal kiss. A punishment for all the agony she’s put me through. For what she’s still doing to me.
I lick between her lips to lash her with my tongue. I let my teeth scrape her lips, I suck her tongue into my mouth. She gives it back with passion. So much more eagerness than I expect or deserve.
Well, hell. My cock swells against my zipper. My kiss grows more feral.
She reaches for my dick, giving the hardened outline against my jeans a squeeze. I catch her wrist and spin her to face the wall, punishing her with a sharp smack to her ass.
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