Dirty (Book 1): Rainieri Family Mafia, #1

By Zoey Parker

This is book 1 of the Rainieri Family Mafia series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

I took her dirty just because I could.

My father is dead. I'm the boss now.

That means Adriana belongs to me.

She can love me, hate me, or fear me – I don't care.

Just as long as she knows she's mine.

RYDER

My father once protected her.

But he's no longer with the living.

That means Adriana is exactly how I want her:

Scared. Alone. Vulnerable.

She knows that saying no is not an option.

No one denies the mob boss and lives to tell about it.

Not even an exquisite toy like her.

Our night begins with savage pleasure.

The only problem:

If my enemies see the chance, they'll make sure it ends with bloodshed.

ADRIANA

Ryder only kept me so he could break me.

But, all along, there was something he didn't know.

I can't hide it anymore, this secret that's tearing me apart.

The deepest, darkest part of me… is dying to be broken by the mob boss.

His words alone are enough to make my blood race.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" he asks.

I know the right answer, the one he wants to hear.

It feels like a drug as it slips past my lips.

"I am if you want me to be, sir."

This started as a game of life or death.

Obeying Ryder was the only way to survive.

But when chaos strikes and leaves us unprotected, I'm forced to do something else.

Something I never expected.

I'm forced to trust him with my life.

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An innocent girl gets herself dirty to satisfy the dark desires of a vicious mob boss in this dark mafia romance series from bestseller Zoey Parker. If you love new adult contemporary romance about alpha male bad boy mafia dons, then you're going to love DIRTY. It's chock full of sex and action, with a thrilling, suspenseful romance that will make you swoon. Get DIRTY with the bad boy right now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393926726

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Dirty: A Mafia Romance (Book 1)

By Zoey Parker

I took her dirty just because I could.

MY FATHER IS DEAD. I’m the boss now.

That means Adriana belongs to me.

She can love me, hate me, or fear me – I don’t care.

Just as long as she knows she’s mine.

RYDER

My father once protected her.

But he’s no longer with the living.

That means Adriana is exactly how I want her:

Scared. Alone. Vulnerable.

She knows that saying no is not an option.

No one denies the mob boss and lives to tell about it.

Not even an exquisite toy like her.

Our night begins with savage pleasure.

The only problem:

If my enemies see the chance, they’ll make sure it ends with bloodshed.

ADRIANA

Ryder only kept me so he could break me.

But, all along, there was something he didn’t know.

I can’t hide it anymore, this secret that’s tearing me apart.

The deepest, darkest part of me... is dying to be broken by the mob boss.

His words alone are enough to make my blood race.

You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? he asks.

I know the right answer, the one he wants to hear.

It feels like a drug as it slips past my lips.

I am if you want me to be, sir.

This started as a game of life or death.

Obeying Ryder was the only way to survive.

But when chaos strikes and leaves us unprotected, I’m forced to do something else.

Something I never expected.

I’m forced to trust him with my life.

AN INNOCENT GIRL GETS herself dirty to satisfy the dark desires of a vicious mob boss in this dark mafia romance series from bestseller Zoey Parker. If you love new adult contemporary romance about alpha male bad boy mafia dons, then you’re going to love DIRTY. It’s chock full of sex and action, with a thrilling, suspenseful romance that will make you swoon. Get DIRTY with the bad boy right now!

Chapter One

Ryder

Ryder’s date for the night was rather pretty, in a kind of bland, boring way. She looked more interesting in her picture on her online profile, but he tried his hardest to hide his disappointment, smiling stiffly at her and offering her his arm as they walked into the place he’d picked out for the occasion, a loud nightclub in downtown Manhattan, filled with neon lights and incoherent music.

So where are you from? the girl, Amanda or Allison or something like that, asked him, beaming up at him with hope in her eyes.

Jersey, Ryder answered, laughing inwardly at the temporary expression of disgust that crossed his date’s face in response.

Most of the girls he met in the city were like this: snobby and kind of full of themselves. He honestly didn’t know why he bothered anymore trying to find the one—that hypothetical perfect match that would fit him exactly right. At this point, after all the failures he’d experienced over the past several months, it was like he was addicted to the disappointment.

Some part of him knew it was hopeless. He wasn’t going to find his submissive this way, but there was another part of him—probably the dumbest, most immature part—that just couldn’t give up. She’s got to be out there somewhere, he thought as he signaled toward the bartender to put in a drink order for himself and his date. She’s got to be.

What are you doing here in the city? Amanda (Ryder decided that was her name, even though for the life of him he couldn’t remember) asked as soon as the bartender handed them their drinks.

Ryder shrugged. Nothing really. Just hanging out.

Amanda looked a little confused, furrowing her brows together. But what do you do for work?

I took care of that years ago, Ryder said as he began to toss his Long Island Iced Tea back. Amanda just gave him a questioning, blank look, wordlessly urging him to elaborate. By being born with money. I’ve just never had to worry about it.

He’d meant to sound funny and charming, poking fun at his own privileged upbringing, but judging from the hard look on Amanda’s face, she wasn’t amused. Strike two against her, then.

You want to dance? he asked, gesturing towards the packed dance floor.

Sure, she replied, her face brightening up a little as she took Ryder’s hand and led him out onto the dance floor, immediately grinding her ass against the front of his pants.

Ryder instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in harder against his chest and letting his hands wander a little bit to get a sense of her curves. Amanda didn’t seem to mind, tossing her head back onto his shoulder and continuing to move her hips in long, drawn-out circles to the beat of the music.

So, he was definitely getting laid tonight, at the very least. But Ryder couldn’t even pretend to be excited about it. Any other guy would have been thrilled to hop into the sack with a girl like Amanda, but he could tell by the way she moved against him that sex with her would be nothing special. She had no passion, no fire in her movements. Ryder was about to engage in another round of predictable, vanilla sex. He already knew he’d never call her again.

Excuse me for a minute; I have to take a leak, Ryder shouted into Amanda’s ear after a few songs. He headed into the bathroom, which was miraculously empty despite the crowds of people on the dance floor outside. Ryder went up to the row of sinks, bracing his hands on the hard countertops as he stared at his own reflection in the mirror, searching his eyes as if they held the answer to his dilemma. But there