As a newly Made Capo in the Pivetti Crime Family, all eyes are on James “Mac” Maccari, and not for a particularly good reason. The way to his new position in the family was paved with blood, and that left some all too suspicious of where—or who—he might be going after next. Mac isn’t interested in playing to the politics of other Made men or Cosa Nostra. His only goal is to keep his promise and be waiting for his gun moll when she’s finally released from prison.
Until all hell breaks loose … again.
Fresh off her six month sentence, Melina Morgan is all too ready to get back to life, and Mac. The mafia life has been one learning curve after another, but with Mac at her side, there’s nothing that they can throw at her that she can’t handle. Even with a ring on her finger, and a new last name to go with it, Melina won’t be domesticated. But with a man like Mac, he wasn’t exactly looking for that kind of a woman, anyway.
Sometimes, wedding bells bring bloodstains …
When directed attacks start to happen, taking the lives of some of the highest Made men in the Pivetti family, distrust and unrest begins to breed throughout the ranks. Someone is making a move on the boss’s seat, and it seems far too easy to put the blame at Mac’s feet when every single attack is somehow connected to him. All over again, Mac and Melina find they’re fighting an uphill battle to keep each other safe and survive.
But this time, they might not be fighting alone …
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Erin is also the creator of two mafia soap operas with Samhain Publishing.
On May 23, 2016, Gun Moll, an Organized Crime romance was released with co-author, Bethany-Kris. The follow up, Gangster Moll will be released on November 14, 2016.
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“Ah, the blushing bride.”
Melina cut her eyes toward the door as two men entered the room and closed the door behind them. One of the men held a manila folder in his hand. Melina watched the men warily as they came toward the table where she sat.
“You’ll have to excuse my partner, he’s new. I’m Detective Peterson.”
Melina said nothing.
Detective Peterson carefully put the manila folder on the table close enough that Melina could reach it if she wanted to.
“Just married, huh? I’m sure the police station is not where you wanted to spend your first night as a married woman,” the younger detective said.
“Well, Mrs. Maccari, we don’t want to inconvenience you any longer than necessary but we need some information.”
Melina leaned forward and placed both hands on the table. “I have nothing to say.”
“Melina, Melina, I thought we were going to make this smooth and easy. You help me, I help you.”
“I guess you didn’t hear me the first time. I have nothing to say and if you’re not going to charge me with something, then you need to let me out of here.”
“All right. John, show her the pictures,” Detective Peterson instructed the younger man.
Nodding, the man opened the manila folder and placed a sequence of photographs in front of Melina.
“I think you might want to reconsider,” he said to her.
Rolling her eyes at the detectives, Melina reluctantly looked at the pictures in front of her. She recognized the man immediately.
Or rather, what was left of him.
Matthew Corvi, consigliere to Luca Pivetti.
The man’s face looked as if it had nearly been blown to pieces.
Melina shook her head as she quickly glanced at the rest of the pictures. When she was done, she leaned back in her chair.
“Can I go now?” she asked.
Detective Peterson’s face turned a mottled red. “A man has been murdered and you’re going to sit here like you don’t give a damn?”
“See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.”
Melina smiled at the men and both of them looked at each other, seemingly at a loss as to what strategy to try next.
“I’m taking my wife home. Now.”
Melina rose from her seat when she saw her husband standing in the doorway. His eyes were cold and she could see the familiar tic moving in his jaw.
He was pissed, and royally.
“We’re not done,” Detective Peterson said.
“Yes, you are and if you attempt to keep my wife here any longer under false pretenses, this department will be hit with the biggest harassment suit you’ve ever seen and both you pricks will be lucky if you can find jobs picking up trash on the streets,” Mac said.
Melina smirked. “Gentlemen.”
She walked over to her husband and took his arm and together they left the interrogation room. Mac was quiet as she walked with him through the police station.
“I didn’t say anything,” she whispered.
Mac gave her a look. “Trust me, that was not one of my worries. You know how to handle yourself.”
“I just wanted to be sure you knew that. Where are your mom and Victoria?”
“They were released a half hour ago. They’ve already been taken home.”
“Mac, what the hell is going on?”
“I wish I knew.”
Together they exited the police station and Mac ushered her toward a black Bentley. Mac opened the back passenger side door and helped Melina inside. Once she was settled, she slid over to make room for him. When he didn’t join her, she frowned.
“Stefan is going to make sure you get home safely. I’ll be along as soon as I can.”
“Okay. I’ll see you when you get home.”
Melina smiled but she knew it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“I’m sorry, doll. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
She nodded and then Mac closed the door. A few seconds later, the car was moving away from the police station and her husband. Melina sighed. She knew that being married to a made man wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, but she never expected to be spending their wedding night being chauffeured home … alone.
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