Cormac (Book 1): A Kingpin Mafia Romance, #1

By Naomi West

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

I'm falling for the man I was sent to betray.

SCARLET

I knew this was a dangerous assignment.

But I didn't realize how close the danger really was.

Cormac MacKay is a cruel, savage beast.

I've seen what he does to women.

I refuse to be next.

But no matter how hard I try, I can't escape his steely attraction.

He draws me in to his dark world, and I'm circling closer and closer to falling…

I can't let that happen.

Because if I land in the mobster's bed…

I may never make it out alive.

CORMAC

I'm the son of the most powerful Don in the city, next in line for the mafia throne.

Women fall to their knees for me.

Money flows through my hands like a river of green.

Anything I want is mine for the taking.

Including the federal agent trying to throw me behind bars.

FBI Agent Scarlet O'Bannon is a forbidden treat.

She's undercover, attempting to find enough dirt on my family to lock us away for good.

Seducing her is just asking for trouble.

But Scarlet's curves demand a firm hand to control them.

A hand like MINE.

I can have anything I desire.

And I've decided I want her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393179818

Naomi West

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Cormac: A Mafia Romance (Book 1)

By Naomi West

I’m falling for the man I was sent to betray.

SCARLET

I knew this was a dangerous assignment.

But I didn't realize how close the danger really was.

Cormac MacKay is a cruel, savage beast.

I’ve seen what he does to women.

I refuse to be next.

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t escape his steely attraction.

He draws me in to his dark world, and I’m circling closer and closer to falling...

I can’t let that happen.

Because if I land in the mobster’s bed...

I may never make it out alive.

CORMAC

I’m the son of the most powerful Don in the city, next in line for the mafia throne.

Women fall to their knees for me.

Money flows through my hands like a river of green.

Anything I want is mine for the taking.

Including the federal agent trying to throw me behind bars.

FBI Agent Scarlet O’Bannon is a forbidden treat.

She’s undercover, attempting to find enough dirt on my family to lock us away for good.

Seducing her is just asking for trouble.

But Scarlet’s curves demand a firm hand to control them.

A hand like MINE.

I can have anything I desire.

And I’ve decided I want her.

Chapter One

Scarlet

C ormac Mackay ... hasn’t he given us information in the past? It could be useful.

My boss, Max Smithson, leans back in his oversized chair and drums his fingers against his desk. Outside, the sun is glaring, and I can’t help but notice the way it glints off his shiny cufflinks. He’s a big man, with a big jowly face and serious dark eyes. When he sighs, the whole room seems to rumble. I sit with my back straight, exuding an aura of professionalism I’ve spent years cultivating. Finally, Max leans forward and smiles at me in that odd way he has. It’s the sort of smile that makes a woman wonder whether or not pepper spray is a sound investment. I realize he’s waiting for my answer.

Yes, well, sort of.

Sort of? He raises a bushy grey eyebrow. I wish they’d close the curtains in here. My head is throbbing from an overnight session combing CCTV tapes for a drug deal. I should’ve let one of the new agents do that, I was told by half a dozen of my colleagues. But if the devil is in the detail, it’s only fair I go after him myself. Plus, other people might miss something. What do you mean by sort of?

He’s never testified. He’s loyal to his family. He just sometimes nudges me in the right direction.

And in return, you don’t arrest his sorry ass. He sounds like a confidential informant to me.

Max hooks his thumbs through his waistband and stands up, causing his chair to whine painfully. He goes to the window and looks down upon the city. Boats and ships leave and enter New York Harbor. Somewhere faraway a car backfires. A New Yorker screams at another New Yorker in the street below. Birds call out. I close my eyes and breathe steadily as Max gazes out of the window, as he always does before issuing an order. It’s not that he gets to order me around; it’s the pleasure he takes in it which annoys me. Everybody knows my father is a skilled FBI agent. And everybody thinks they know that’s why I’m even here. Never mind that I do good work and make good arrests.

He turns to me. There’s a light dusting of donut icing on his lapel, but now doesn’t seem like the right time to bring it up. What is this, Scarlet?

I swallow. Scarlet. Like we’re friends at a barbeque. I don’t follow, sir.

If he has requested a meeting, surely you should jump at the opportunity. Maybe he has something important to tell us. He returns to his chair, but doesn’t sit. Instead, he leans forward and places his hands on the desk. When he looks at me, it’s like he’s trying to look inside me. For a few moments worms crawl up my spine, oozing onto my flesh. Then he laughs, a throaty chuckle and drops into his seat. You’re cold as ice, O’Bannon. Look, maybe you’ve got a crush on this kid. Maybe you’ve let him get to you. But if we stopped meeting with every confidential informant we wanted to bone, we’d hardly meet with anyone. Okay? Right. Thank you, O’Bannon.

I stand up, outwardly calm, but inwardly wondering if it’s that obvious or if Smithson was just guessing. As I walk through the office, nodding to people here and there, I think about Cormac Mackay. I don’t have a crush on him. I’m not attracted to him. I’m not invested in him. It’s nothing like that. Cormac Mackay is an Irish mobster, a killer, and a criminal. Every now and then he tells me about some of his rivals and, instead of dying, they get jailed. But he never gives up his own people. Perhaps I should’ve taken him in by