by Shanna Bell
Table of Contents
Title
Synopsis
1 Gio
2 Jazzy
3 Jazzy
4 Gio
5 Jazzy
6 Gio
7 Jazzy
8 Gio
9 Jazzy
10 Jazzy
11 Jazzy
12 Jazzy
13 Gio
14 Jazzy
15 Jazzy
16 Gio
17 Jazzy
18 Gio
19 Jazzy
20 Gio
21 Jazzy
22 Gio
23 Jazzy
24 Gio
25 Jazzy
26 Gio
27 Jazzy
28 Gio
29 Jazzy
30 Jazzy
31 Gio
Epilogue
Plea from the author
Next book in the series
Contents
Title
Synopsis
1 Gio
2 Jazzy
3 Jazzy
4 Gio
5 Jazzy
6 Gio
7 Jazzy
8 Gio
9 Jazzy
10 Jazzy
11 Jazzy
12 Jazzy
13 Gio
14 Jazzy
15 Jazzy
16 Gio
17 Jazzy
18 Gio
19 Jazzy
20 Gio
21 Jazzy
22 Gio
23 Jazzy
24 Gio
25 Jazzy
26 Gio
27 Jazzy
28 Gio
29 Jazzy
30 Jazzy
31 Gio
Epilogue
Plea from the author
Next book in the series
BAD ROMANCE:
THE LEADER
SHANNA BELL
Copyright © 2018 by Shanna Bell
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HIM...
I will avenge my parents’ deaths.
I will make those who are responsible suffer.
All I need is her; the key to my plans.
HER...
I’m going to leave everything behind and start over.
I won’t bow down to anyone.
The last thing I need is him; the shackles to my freedom.
Game on...
CHAPTER 1
GIO
Giovanni Detta stared at the gritty pictures of Gina, Jocelyn, and Mary Rossi: his selection of potential brides. He had less than a month to put a ring on one of their fingers. None of the girls were on social media, so he only had a handful of pictures they had been able to find within their limited timeframe. Considering the line of work their patriarch, Antonio Rossi, was in—laundering money for the mob, amongst other things—it made sense to not have their pictures plastered all over the internet.
“I still can’t believe you agreed to this,” his brother Vincent said, from the couch on the other side of his desk.
Vince was a firm believer in variety being the spice of life. Co-owning an adult club, where he shared women with his business partner, had made him an even worse player than the born womanizer he already was. Vince couldn’t fathom the thought of being with one woman for the rest of your life. Or, per Antonio Rossi’s demand, for at least two years, in Gio’s case. But that was the deal. Stay married to one of the Rossi girls for that time, in exchange for Rossi Enterprises; an asset that was crucial in their plan to avenge the murder of their parents. Of course, with the way Rossi’s business was going, the old man didn’t have much choice but to entrust his legacy to Gio instead of a looming hostile takeover, but Gio couldn’t take the chance that this deal might go awry. Rossi might have come to him first, since he had been friends with his father, but in the end, business was business. If a better offer came along, he wouldn’t hesitate to pawn one of his granddaughters off to another man.
He leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, well, I did. So, help me pick a bride so we can move on.” Sharing his name with one of the Rossi girls was just a means to an end.
“I’m just saying, you’re only thirty, for Christ’s sake,” Vince continued. “Far too young to get hitched to just one woman. You should be sowing your oats for at least another decade.”
“Says the king of sowing his oats all over the West Coast,” Jackson scoffed.
Vince flipped him off, earning a grin from their youngest brother, who sat on the corner of the desk.
“I have four weeks, tops, before a hostile takeover.” Which was the reason why he had to pick a bride in such a short timeframe. He looked at Jackson, the smart one. The lawyer with a brain, who never forgot a thing. “Talk to me, Jax.”
Jackson leaned over the desk and pointed at the first picture. “Meet Gina Rossi. Twenty-three. Currently working as an interior designer. Though, working might be a bit of an exaggeration. According to her tax returns, she only works a job or two a year. Spends most of her time spending Antonio’s money.”
He pointed to the second picture. The girl was wearing a leather jacket and jeans. Half her face was obscured by a baseball cap. “This is Jocelyn. Graduated top of her class. She wrote a thesis on software programming and—”
“Not that one,” Gio said, discarding the picture. He needed a wife who loved to spend her days shopping and visiting a salon. One that wouldn’t ask any questions and would leave him the fuck alone.
“Why not?” Jax smirked. “Don’t want a wife with brains?”
“What would she need a brain for?” Vince said with a wink.
“Damn, you two are misogynists. I already pity your brides.”
Vince snorted. “Don’t think I don’t know what that fancy word means, Harvard boy. I happen to love women, not hate them, so that word doesn’t apply to me.”
“We already have an annoying brainiac in the family, Jax. You’re more than enough.”
“Smart women are the worst,” Vince chimed in. “Also, the other two look prettier.”
Jackson gave them a disgusted look and pointed at the last picture. “Which brings us to the youngest, Mary. Twenty-year-old art major and, according to what intel I’ve been able to gather so far, as sweet and innocent as her name.”
The girl was pretty, Gio had to admit, but looked like she might break after one good fuck. Also, he didn’t do sweet; though, he knew looks could be deceiving. His current mistress looked like an angel too, but was a devil in bed. Just the way he liked it.
“What about the fourth granddaughter?” He had studied everyone with ties to their parents. For the past years, that had been his sole focus. That, and making sure his family stayed safe.
“Carmen is married, so I didn’t include a picture of her.”
“Married to whom?” Antonio Rossi wasn’t the kind of man to hand his granddaughters over to just any man. From what he remembered, he had practically raised his granddaughters on his own. Which meant that, as their semi-father, Antonio got a say in which son-in-law was an asset to his family. That explained why he’d come with this deal to Gio. He was lucky Gio had been eyeballing his company for a while; though, for different purposes than Rossi
suspected.
Jackson made a derisive sound. “The poor girl is married to Franco ‘The Bull’ Caruso.”
“Fuck.” Vince shook his head. “If she’s married to that asshole, there’s probably not much left of her anyway.”
Gio knew there was some bad blood between Vince and the Caruso heir. His brother might not be a saint, far from it, but he didn’t abuse women. Franco Caruso was known for his more sadistic tastes. Ever since half his family had gotten locked up, it was said he took it out on his women. Some men just didn’t want to face the reality that the glory days of the Italian mob were over. As with any business model, you had to stay flexible, adjust your plans to what the future might bring. Nowadays, that was going legit; at least, on the outside. With Franco’s father and brother murdered in jail, every day it became more apparent that he didn’t have what it took to lead what was left of the family business.
“Guess I can rule her out.”
“Which makes your choice easy,” Vince claimed.
If only it were that simple. Every decision he made had a purpose. Every chess piece on the board served one as well. He wanted the one the old man was closest to, which he would discover tonight, during dinner. Every man had a tell, and so would Antonio Rossi.
“Which one is Antonio’s favorite?”
“I don’t think he has one,” Jackson said, scrutinizing the pictures. “Antonio is pretty old-school, which probably means he prefers boys to girls as his heir. He has two sons, Petro and Marco, and one daughter, Gabriella. Petro, the oldest, is dead. He’s also Carmen and Jocelyn’s father. The other son, Marco, left for Europe after a hunting accident that blinded him in one eye. He’s a playboy, living the good life somewhere in Monaco. His daughter, the mother of Mary and Gina, lives in Southern France with her third husband. Antonio is desperate for a strong male heir, someone with the brains and brawn to handle his vast business that has taken a hit since the crisis. He could have just agreed to the amount you offered him, but I guess he wanted to leave Rossi Enterprises to his flesh and blood.”
Antonio Rossi had been the one to introduce their mother to their father. Obviously, his matchmaking days weren’t over.
As the oldest of four, Gio remembered their parents the best. Giacomo Detta, enforcer to a crime syndicate, had been a beast when it came to his job, but a traditional family man that had worshiped his wife. The second he stepped over the threshold of their house, the cold expression on his face disappeared and he became a doting husband. He’d told Gio once that agreeing to marry his mother was the best decision he’d ever made. According to him, when he’d first laid eyes on his future wife, he just knew. He was also convinced that every man worth his salt needed a strong woman. “Take care of your woman and she will take care of you,” had been his father’s credo. Protect and provide. Two words his father had lived by.
Sadly, however, he was dead now. No longer able to give him any life’s advice. Their beautiful mother would never dance with her sons on their wedding day. She would never hold a grandchild in her arms. No one had ever claimed the hit on Giacomo Detta, which was odd. Killing the enforcer of a crime boss was like cutting off his right arm. It was something to boast about, a rite of passage in those circles. Which was the reason they had never believed that their father had become a casualty in a family war. Especially not, since the same night, their mother was murdered as well.
Finding their parents’ murderer had always been their endgame. It had taken them over a decade to find the one responsible, and years to gather the means to make Oscar “The Knife” Bianchi pay. A year ago, Bianchi had been untouchable. But no more. They had slowly been chipping away at the bastard’s assets until he was close to hitting rock bottom.
Marrying a Rossi girl and taking control of Rossi Enterprises was the final step.
CHAPTER 2
JAZZY
Jazzy looked at the screen of her phone and dread filled her stomach. Her sister had canceled their dinner plans. Again. She had an idea why Carmen suddenly had a “migraine.” Last time she’d made a surprise visit to Carmen, she hadn’t been able to cover up her bruises in time. She sure “fell” down the stairs a lot. Damn it. They were going to have a serious conversation about her fucked-up marriage, and soon. Right after Jazzy wrapped up her current business, which was attending a mandatory brunch back home.
Being the granddaughter of Antonio Rossi—banker to the underworld—came with certain obligations. Such as, when you were summoned by him, you had to show up.
Her cousins, Mary and Gina, were already sitting in the dining room. Her grandfather sat at the head of the table, giving her an impatient look.
“You are late.”
“Sorry, Nonno. I had some business to attend to.”
“It’s always business with you,” he scolded her. “Business and your computer. You should find a man and get married.”
Her grandfather’s views on a woman’s purpose in life were really old; as in, practically ancient. She rolled her eyes, gave him a peck on the cheek, and sat down next to him.
After their brunch had been served, her grandfather cleared his throat.
“Twenty years ago, I lost a very dear friend of mine, Giacomo Detta, enforcer to the Scolini family, in a turf war. Yesterday I met with his sons. Strong, capable men, especially the oldest, Giovanni Detta; or Gio, as his father used to call him. Gio has shown interest in Rossi Enterprises for the past year, and I have finally decided to hand over the reins of the company I built up to the next generation. I never let you girls in on the details of business, but the past few years have been hard. We need his money, or we will go bankrupt.”
A silence descended upon the room, until her oldest cousin broke it.
“What? How did this happen?” Gina looked pale.
Money was kind of Gina’s best friend. Jazzy couldn’t imagine Gina buying something that wasn’t design or couture.
Mary only looked worried. Probably thinking of the possible effect of the bankruptcy on their grandfather’s health. She always put others before herself.
The two sisters looked a lot alike on the surface, except for the way they dressed—Mary’s style was more Free People meets chic, favoring A-line dresses, with little braids in her curly hair.
“I have, however, found a simple solution for our problem,” their grandfather continued. “I offered to hand over my shares in Rossi Enterprises to Giovanni, in exchange for him marrying one of my granddaughters. He agreed. He gave me his word that the marriage will last for at least two years. That should be enough time to produce him an heir, solidifying your place in the Detta household. Gio will be joining us for dinner, to meet you girls. I expect to see all of you at this table tonight.”
And just like that, Jazzy lost her appetite. “I’m feeling nauseous all of a sudden. Please excuse me, so I don’t puke all over this table.” Refusing to listen to another word, she got up and went to change into her track clothes. She desperately needed to clear her mind.
***
When Jazzy returned from her afternoon run, she found Gina in the hallway.
“Don’t forget to sprinkle on some Chanel on your fancy dress,” she said, earning a dirty look from Gina who, as usual, was prettying herself up in front of a mirror.
Unlike Mary and Gina, Jazzy hadn’t stayed long enough to listen to the specifics of the bombshell their grandfather had dropped on them. It wasn’t hard to figure out why Gina had remained sitting at the table. Her oldest cousin was born to be arm candy to some rich, powerful man. And Mary, well, she was too polite to tell someone off, let alone their grandfather.
Jazzy, however, wasn’t afraid to flip anyone the bird, even if it was her nonno. That is, she wasn’t afraid to do it mentally. Though the ornery man sometimes drove her crazy, she did love him and would never disrespect him that way. Didn’t mean she would keep sitting at the table listening to some archaic bullshit about an arranged marriage, though. She wouldn’t ever entertain the possibility of willingly ch
aining herself to this Detta guy. Her goal was to extract herself from this life, not to further get pulled into it. She had plans for her future; plans that didn’t involve some overbearing asshole, like this Detta no doubt was.
A simple Google search had proven that the billionaire mogul fit the profile. Tall, dark, and handsome. Add in his wealth, and it painted a picture of a spoiled, entitled man, who was used to getting what he wanted. A man who took, but never gave anything in return. Her sister’s marriage was proof of what a man like Detta was capable of. How he could snuff the life and light out of someone.
“That’s what you are wearing tonight?” Gina’s look of disdain couldn’t be missed.
Jazzy looked down on her pink sport shorts and gray top. She was all sweaty, having just returned from a run and, after a shower, she was obviously going to change. Then again, the outfit she had chosen to wear for dinner—skinny jeans and a simple silk top—wouldn’t have met Gina’s approval either. Her cousin did love to make her feel as if wearing anything but a designer dress during their weekly family dinner equaled a capital offense.
Well, she wasn’t going to dress up, just so Detta could check her out as if he were buying a horse.
“I sure am,” Jazzy lied, as she sent a message to Tommie. Her former college mate and business partner had send her some files she needed to take a look at. Their business plan was coming nicely together, but there were still some things they had to decide on.
“Guess you’re not making a play for him then?” Gina asked, a sneer in her voice.
“Of course not. And neither should you.” She might not always see eye-to-eye with Gina, but she wouldn’t wish her sister’s fate on any woman.
“That’s easy for you to say. You have always been the favorite. The old man can’t refuse you a thing, always granting you more freedom than any of us.” This time, there was a bitterness in Gina’s tone no one could have missed. It even made Mary look up from the couch.
