Synopsis: Only something as important as her best friend’s wedding to mob boss Gabriel Moretti could allow Nika Paynne a reprieve from captivity. Her abusive husband has kept her under his thumb with footage of her beloved brother, Caleb, killing another man. But the respite from her violent life isn’t the only draw. Vincente Romani—Gabriel’s deadliest guardian—will be one of the best men at the wedding, and Nika has lingering thoughts about the fascinating mobster…covetous thoughts that may put her life in danger.
With the heartbreak he’s suffered and the brutality he effortlessly delivers, Vincente knows he’s the last person who can offer Nika a happily-ever-after. But his vow remains. He will do everything in his power to free his redhead from her violent prison—even if that means losing her forever.
In the second thrilling and passionate Wanted Men book, a dangerous line is drawn between loyalty to the mob and loyalty to one’s heart.
Vincente let himself back into the apartment, the reason he’d finally up and left in the first place held firmly in his right hand. Fan Boy smiled happily as he peered around for his redhead.
He’d finally dragged himself out of bed—hadn’t lingered between the sheets until noon in years—showered, and then walked out the door and down the block. He’d done his business as quickly as he could, pausing on his way back into the building to look suspiciously at two suits poking around the alley across the street. He’d left them to it because he hated to leave his target unprotected any longer than he already had—Alesio and Vito weren’t due back for another hour. And, yes, he was going to attempt to see Fan Boy’s redhead as nothing more than a target once again.
His recent purchase proved him a failure, but he didn’t give a fuck.
Holding his fist at his side, lest he give himself a punch to the side of the head, he tiptoed—tiptoed!—into the main room just as the bathroom door opened. He froze midstep, his knees almost buckling when he saw Nika pad out, a small towel wrapped around her obviously very naked, freshly showered body, dark, snaky ropes of her hair falling almost to her waist.
Holy fucking heaven on a killer pair of legs.
Fan Boy’s eyes rolled back in his head before he landed with his feet in the air. He jerked once before becoming still.
Nika must have heard the helpless sound that rumbled from Vincente’s chest because her head snapped up, causing her to wince at the fast motion.
“Shit, Vincente,” she gasped, rubbing her temple with her fingers. “I swear I’m going to buy you a bell to wear around your . . .” She trailed off, her chest practically glowing as a beautiful flush ran up from the edge of the towel, suffusing her neck and then putting some color into her pale cheeks.
Yeah, Red. Your body is hidden from me by nothing more than a large facecloth.
She inched toward the bedroom and threw a breathless “Lemme get dressed” over her shoulder before closing the door.
He didn’t want her dressed. He wanted her bared. Laid out before him, her entire body flushed and ready. He wanted to feast on her, gorge himself, until they were both too exhausted to do much more than breathe.
Wasn’t gonna happen.
The sound of the knob rattling had him streaking into the kitchen. Like he really needed to be caught still standing there daydreaming about the many ways he wanted to have her.
He grabbed the sugar bowl and had made it to the sofa when she entered, bringing with her a fresh blast of oranges and jasmine. Frickin’ hell. The scent slapped him silly as he plunked her coffee and the sweet stuff down on the coffee table.
Her softly indrawn breath made him want to punch something.
“You . . . got me . . . a latte?”
Vincente ground his teeth when her voice broke at the end. “Yeah, don’t get all excited. It’s just coffee,” he said roughly as he turned and, practically raising his hand to his temple as a blinder so he wouldn’t be able to see her, headed back to the kitchen. He hastily grabbed his gun from behind the toaster where he’d stashed it the night before; another had spent its time on the nightstand—
What. The hell. Is that sound.
He placed the SIG beside a bowl of grapes on the counter and slowly turned, a sinking feeling in his gut. His jaw still hit the dirt when he saw Nika sitting on the sofa, bent over, hands swiping over her cheeks as she tried to hide the evidence of her tears. He went over and was on his knees in front of her before he even realized he’d moved.
“Hey, hey,” he soothed as he pulled her into his chest. “What’s this? Why are you crying? Did they give me tea by mistake?” His voice came out weak as he attempted to throw out some humor. He never could stand when a woman cried. It always reminded him of the one time he’d seen Sophia break down, crying hysterically because some boy had two-timed her with a girl she hadn’t gotten along with. That had been only weeks before she’d disappeared.
He shoved the thought off and distracted himself by acknowledging how wildly good Nika felt in his arms. Warm—hot—fragrant. She shook her head and sniffled. So fucking adorable.
“Sorry. God, I’m such an idiot. You just caught me off guard. You’re so . . . sweet. I—I guess it just surprised me.” Her hands touched his shoulders, her palms searing him through his T-shirt, as she drew back. She wiped at her face while his heart bled for her, even as his body burned to ash. To get emotional at a kindness as simple as someone bringing her a hot beverage? “Sorry,” she repeated, taking a deep breath. “I’m just stressed, I guess. Thank you. For the latte.”
Vincente’s eyes landed on his hands. “S’okay,” he said distractedly as he took in the differences between them. Even though she was tall for a woman, she was überfeminine and so damned delicate. His heavy hands looked monstrous where they’d settled on the outsides of her slender thighs. She’d put on a pair of low-slung jeans—
Stand the fuck up and get the hell away from her!
He shifted his palms so that they rested on the tops of her legs, which brought his thumbs down between them. And didn’t the dirty bastards begin a slow caress, swiping lightly back and forth.
A small catch in Nika’s breath had him slowly raising his eyes.
Okay, look, she’s good. Not crying anymore, see? Now get up and get away.
He didn’t. He stayed right the hell where he was. Because she might not be crying, but those bright-green orbs were indeed glittering with curiosity and a yearning so irresistible, so hot and welcoming, Vincente actually felt himself falling. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Just a taste. Like the one he’d had in Seattle. He needed that. Badly.
Shit, V. No! You’re not going to soil this woman, who’s already been to hell and back, by using her because you can’t control yourself.
He stilled his movements. Fuck. Of course he wasn’t. What the hell was he thinking? He’d kiss her, and then what? Say, “Thanks, just wanted to see if you still had the ability to blow my mind”? No. Of course not.
His muscles tensed to move away.
Nika’s legs slowly parted. Just enough for him to actually feel a light rush of heat over his fingers, and his brain oozed and . . . and . . . he forgot . . . everything.
Brandi’s 5 Star review
The boys are back **does happy dance** and their just as awesome as they were in the predecessor, A Love of Vengeance. I adore these men! Their a band of brothers set in the criminal underworld with an array of character’s. Bosses,underbosses, security teams, MC member’s and a cop, they each bring that special something to this series and it’s not overwhelming…it’s simply fan-freaking-tastic!
A Salvation of Vengeance focuses on Nika (Eva’s BFF) and Vincente (Gabriel’s underboss and the Reaper).In A Love of Vengeance we got a taste of how explosive these two could be but more importantly there was something Nika was hiding about her marriage. This story takes on the serious tone of abuse and I had quite a few OMG moments.The personal hell that Nika was enduring was grotesque and pitiful but once the reasons to “why” she’s married to this crazed man unfold,you will understand and as the saying goes “We do what we must for the ones we love.”
Vincente is living with his own torture by carrying around blame for the tragic loss of his sister. Months after meeting Red (Nika),she’s still a constant thought on his mind and he knows there is something not right with her marriage. Once he see’s with his own eyes what Nika is hiding he goes in Reaper mode and becomes determined to save her. I loved watching this big bad Reaper soften to Nika but he constantly fights his inner “fanboy” believing she’s been thru enough hell and the life he leads would be no good for her. Once he finally gives into the fight it’s rather comical when he goes in “she’s mine mode” and destructs anything in his path, this being one of my favorite scenes!
Once again Haviland knocked this one out of the park! This is easily becoming one of my top favorite series and without a doubt my favorite Mafia storyline! Next up is Maks and I can’t wait to see this playboy fall to his knees over the Aussie!
About Nancy Haviland
Nancy Haviland writes about her alpha mobsters and their ladies from her home near Toronto, Ontario. She has three children, an arrogant but playful kitty named Talbot, and she adores her Tim Horton’s coffee, as any self-respecting Canadian would. She writes contemporary romantic suspense but will happily read anything that involves two people smooching.