CONTENTS
Gardener For The Mafia
NEWSLETTER
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
NEWSLETTER
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
LAIRDS & LADIES
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS
About the Author
GARDENER FOR THE MAFIA
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 169
FLORA FERRARI
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GARDENER FOR THE MAFIA
This dangerous and savagealpha has me feeling so possessed and taken. I’ve never felt anything like it.
I’m just an inexperienced naïve girl working as a gardener on his billionaire’s estate. When he hears me singing one day, he confronts me, and I’m left to wonder if I’ve made the mob boss mad.
I just can’t believe that this experienced older man who knows what he wants and knows how to take it would be interested in me.
I’ve been tricked in the past and I can’t stop wondering if this primal possessive silver fox is messing with my head. What if it’s really too good to be true?
I’m not from the criminal underworld like him. I don’t know how that life works. But I’ve had my fair share of drama, and now I’m just aching for a happily ever after.
Can I follow my dreams and become a singer songwriter at the same time as being pursued by the feral savage alpha, or will my self doubt and personal pain ruin the irrefutable bond we share?
*Gardener For The Mafia is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER ONE
Lorenzo
I sit back in the bar moving the tip of my finger around my glass, taking in the scene with the cold gaze of a lion stalking the Savannah.
A group of men sit in the corner, trying their best to look tough, one with his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal a dagger tattoo on his forearm. They leer at the women and some of the women – in their skin tight skirts and low cut tops – grin and giggle and one even flashes a slice of her leg at them.
I turn away, shaking my head, and then take a measured sip of my beer. Matteo, my consigliere, will be here soon. He’s never late, but I got here early due to another meeting I had close by.
There’s a horizontal mirror above the bar, running the entire length of it, multiplying the bottle necks. The late afternoon sun slants in and catches it, causing the more colorful bottles to light up like a rainbow.
“Pretty, ain’t it?” a woman says from beside me.
I glance at her.
She’s stick thin with the sort of cheeks that make her face look sunken in. Her leather skirt rides so high up her legs I’m sure I could see her underwear if I bothered to look. I catch her gazing at my gold watch with wide frantic looking eyes.
“Not as pretty as you, though,” she croons, sliding up to the bar.
I bite down a scathing remark. Even if this woman has no shame and even if the approach she’s taking could never, in a million lifetimes, excite me, she’s still a person and deserves respect.
“I’m not interested,” I say, taking a small sip of beer.
When I choose a woman, it will be for life. I want a woman who can bear my children and be a partner, not just a piece of flesh I can pick up and use whenever I want.
I want somebody who will compliment me, a goddamned teammate. I long ago gave up on finding her though. I know that if I find her, my body will instantly react. My seed will leap around inside of me, eager to escape and make a home inside her womb. My primal instincts will beat their chest inside of me, like a silverback gorilla staking his territory.
When I look at this woman, I feel none of that. I feel nothing. Not even disgust. I’m so used to her type and so bored of it.
“I’ll do anything you want, baby,” she goes on, just like I guessed she would. “I know what I’m doing, too. I’m good.”
I shake my head, biting down so my jaw juts out like boulders from my face. I feel it pressing against my skin.
I suppose a forty-two year old billionaire mafia boss is appealing to women like this, vultures, hangers on, women who specifically target wealthy men and try to exchange their bodies for a taste of it. Or perhaps she’s the other sort, the ones who just want casual skin on skin contact and then to forget about it the next day.
Neither interests me.
“I don’t care how good you are,” I tell her firmly. “Leave.”
“Wow,” she huffs, tossing her head so that her bleached blonde hair falls across her shoulders in strands. Her roots showing. “I would’ve sucked your dick, you know. I would’ve proper deep throated you. Your loss.”
I laugh gruffly. “My loss,” I agree sarcastically.
I turn back to the bar as she gets to her feet and walks unsteadily toward the group of men in the corner. She seems to enjoy the way they all yip at her approach like starving hyenas.
Finally, Matteo arrives. My second in command is a short man with a shock of coconut hair and a wispy black mustache. The men are always
