Thank you so much for reading Taken: A Mafia Romance.

This book was inspired by my group on Facebook. It was started out as a fun, little project where I let my group choose the genre, character names, and plot.

Rhiannon is actually a member of my group, and won a contest to be able to use her name as the main character.

As the project developed, I just felt there was more to Xavier and Rhiannon’s story, and with the urging of my readers decided to publish.

Mafia Romance is not usually a genre I write in. I’m more of a Romcom kind of guy.

But, I hope you enjoyed my take on a Mafia book.

Xavier and Rhiannon are both great characters and I have a feeling we will be seeing much more of these two. I had a lot of fun writing this book, and I hope you had just as much fun reading.

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Bonus Scene

I have a little *Bonus scene* of Dean and Krista:

Enjoy:

DEAN

It’s late when I stepped off Xavier’s private jet in Chicago, even later by the time I made it to his place.

Now I can stay in a hotel, or I can walk down the hall, and see what Krista, Xavier’s assistant is up to.

She’s had my heart working overtime for a while now. Sandy-blonde hair, light green eyes the color of moss, and a body that just won’t quit. But, first I have to find her.

We’ve always been flirty, but I’ve never taken it to the next level, but God how I want to. Bad.

Call me old-fashioned but I like to put my time into the pursuit. I like to know that what I'm working for is worth it. And Krista is definitely worth it. And then some.

She saunters down the hall, and I take a second to feast my eyes upon her.

Tight little black pencil-skirt, light blue blouse that hugs her tits as much as I want to. And her cute personality shining through on her face.

“Oh, Dean, I have your usual guest room all ready.”

The only thing that would make it better is her wrapped in the sheets on the bed.

“Thanks, you're always thinking of me.” I give her my best smile and am rewarded by a soft blush that stains her cheeks.

“Well you're hard to miss.”

Oh and I am hard, just for her.

I glance at the billiard room and give a chin nod in that direction. “Want to play?”

Her cheeks blush again and her sweetness is a complete sugar rush to my system.

“Ok,” she says and heads that way.

I follow close.

Too close.

I rack the balls, and she smiles her sweet smile. There’s an energy in here. Something tangible I want to grab hold of and never let go. Something that makes me feel that she feels it too. Or at least I hope she does.

I want her to.

Her eyes light me up from the inside out, and she leans over the table and my brain stops working.

“Yeah know, I’ve always been a fan of pool,” she says.

“Really?”

“My older brothers would teach me how to play.” She lines it up and breaks and a few solids find their way into some pockets.

“Well, you’re pretty good.” I smile and our eyes meet. “And pretty.”

And so many other things I don’t want to think about. But, I can’t stop thinking about her. Every time I’m in the same room with her, I feel this zap of energy shock me. And the need to touch her gets harder and harder to ignore.

“Thank you.” She leans across the table, and my eyes zero in on the way her blouse hangs open just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the top of her breasts. I don’t want to be an asshole and ogle her while she plays, so I quickly turn away and she makes another shot.

“I feel like I’m being hustled.” I laugh.

She winks. “Maybe you are.”

“I don’t mind. As long as you don’t mind what I’ve got in store for you,” I say all out of breath and huskier than I meant it to sound.

She fixes her eyes on me. “Oh? And what do you have in store?”

I move closer to her, forgetting everything about the no fraternization policy Xavier makes all his employees sign, and I stare down on her. She’s a petite little thing, and I tower over her with nothing but want and need swimming through my veins. “I have a few ideas.” Like bending her over this pool table and having my way with her.

“I’d love to hear them.” And her voice is sexy, sultry, like she really does want to hear everything I can offer her.

“I could show you instead?” Is it hot in here? Because with this sex-as-sin vixen standing here staring at me with her light green eyes I’m about to eternally combust.

She wets her lips. “I’d like that.”

Ding. Ding. Ding. Did she just give me the green light ‘cause I’ve got a condom ready with her name written all over it.

I drop my cue stick, and don’t even care where it lands. And I move closer to this sweet little thing that’s got my head completely screwed up.

KRISTA

Should I tell him I like it rough? I can’t believe I just had that thought, but I’ve thought about Dean so many times over the past few years. Mainly about all things below the belt. But, it’s not just that. He’s brilliant, and funny.

And the way his gray eyes gaze at me like I’m the last woman on Earth makes my insides tingle.

He doesn’t even take a second to think before his lips crash to mine, and his hands wrap around my waist. And it’s so hot. Like better than any fantasy hot.

He takes control, stepping me closer to the edge of the pool table, and my body feels as if it could fall apart.

His eyes flare, and I’m shocked when he jerks me around and slams me down on the pool table. My cheek presses against the green felt.

“You like this?” He brings his hand back and swats my ass, hard.

“Yes, I’ve been a naughty girl?” I cry out.

He smacks my ass again. “You drive me insane, Krista.”

He smacks again, a little harder this time. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan out.

He turns me around to face him, lifting my ass to set it up on the table. And then, he crashes his lips to mine.

And I fall apart. The air is sucked from my lungs, and my chest burns. Begging for more. Begging for relief. For something.

My core tightens, my insides melt, and I cling to him.

Dean wraps his arms around me as his tongue plunges deeper.

I’ll never tire of his kisses. Never tire from the way he holds me close and takes control of my body. It’s not something I am willing to ever give up.

But, I don’t let that thought stop me from wrapping my legs around his body, bringing him closer to where I want him most.

When he touches me all the madness falls away. It disappears into thin air.

I want nothing more than for him to take me right here on this billiards table in the middle of my bosses house.

“Dean,” I moan into him.

He swallows it down, his powerful body dominating mine with a simple touch.

He leans me back, and I lay on the pool table as his eyes roam my body.

It ignites my skin. There’s a fire in my veins, begging to be cooled.

“Krista, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Same here. I lick my lips, and his words fill me up.

A deep yearning grows, and my eyes must say it all, because as Dean stares down upon me, he smiles. A gorgeous, sexy grin.

And then it starts. His hands all over me, feeling, touching, grabbing at everything he can. He can’t get enough of me, and it turns me on more when I gaze up into his eyes and see the desire pooling in his.

He’s so sexy. So strong.

So everything.

He growls as he removes my clothes from my body. He sucks in a breath as he stares.

He licks his lips.

“I’ll never stop wanting this.”

I squirm a little as his eyes burn straight through me. “Dean.” His name is on repeat, and I don’t think I could think of another word if I tried.

This is so wrong, but everything about the way he moves feels so right.

Because his touch is gentle. His kisses are sweet. But then a power overtakes him turning his eyes a deeper shade of gray. He burns with desire, and my heart rate picks up.

“Don’t stop touching me, please,” I beg.

His lips lift. “Never.” He leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

I arch my back, the feeling of his teeth too much to handle. My fingers dig into his hair, pulling and threading my fingers through each strand.

His hands cover every part of my naked body, his fingers exploring everything. He slides between my legs, his fingers dipping into the wetness he caused.

“Dean.”

His face is utter perfection. The chiseled jaw. The stone-cold expression. The furrowed brow. But it’s his eyes. Yes, his eyes show every bit of wonder and complexity hidden deep within his soul.

This is the Dean I want to know.

This is the Dean who has had my body going insane every time he steps into the room.

This is the Dean I dream about.

He unbuttons his shirt, and I hold my breath. I can’t wait to see him. To touch him everywhere. To have him inside me.

The most perfect body is on display before me. Broad shoulders. Chiseled abs. Pecs and biceps and every other major muscle is bulging and protruding beneath his skin. It’s a sight I will never forget.

He smiles, as he stares at me behind his hooded lashes. Then out of nowhere he drops his pants and boxers.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I do as he says as he nestles his body closer against mine. Without another word, he pushes himself inside me. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

He moves in and out, fucking me like I’ve dreamt about for so long.

And it’s better than any dream I’ve ever had. It’s better than any fantasy I could ever concoct.

This is the real thing. Dean inside me, feeling me, spreading me open with his throbbing cock.

And it feels so insanely good.

Everything about this moment feels so ...dirty. It feels so wrong, so forbidden. We shouldn’t be doing this.

But instead, my eyes are wide open. My mouth is dry. My chest aches as he slams inside me. It’s painfully beautiful as he moves.

I don’t want this moment to ever end.

And who knows what tomorrow will bring. Will we go back to employees working together? He’s practically my boss. Not practically...he is.

This is a pipe dream, so I want to enjoy every minute of him while I can.

He digs his fingers into my skin, and I welcome the bruise. I welcome the mark of him. I welcome anything he is willing to give me.

But, I am not naive enough to believe any part of this has any real meaning behind it.

Even if I have dreamt about being with him, I know that’s all it can ever be….just a dream.

And for this one moment in time, I get to live the dream. Be a part of it. To feel it with every cell in my body.

His power holds me still. His lips drive me insane. He kisses, sucks, and nibbles every part.

My body builds as he pushes deeper inside me.

“Fuck, Krista.”

“Oh, God.” My body is alive. More alive than it’s ever been. And it feels so good. A feeling I don’t ever want to end.

He pumps harder. I moan louder. God, this is too intense.

His eyes crash into mine, the neediness hidden deep within his is too much for me. I close my eyes, and he kisses me.

“Krista, look at me.”

I open my eyes, and he pumps and pushes. Eyes locked, passions bubbling, and an intensity ringing through my veins.

My mind could possibly combust from the sheer panic of it all.

“I’m gonna come,” I shout out.

He smiles as he continues on toward his own release.

“Do it.”

My orgasm rips through me, and it keeps going on and on.

He finds his as well, groaning and grunting as he empties inside me.

As soon as it’s over, my eyes widen. This man is my hard limit. No matter what happens I need to make sure we end up together. I may be his, but he’s more mine than ever.

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