Aedan (Book 3): Russo Family Mafia, #3

By Kathryn Thomas

This is book 3 and the finale of the Russo Family Mafia romance series! 

 

I came to screw up her world. I stayed to fill up her womb.

 

I never lose control.

Being a mafia hitman means never letting anyone tempt me from my mission.

But the sight of innocent Livia begging for my mercy might make me erupt.

And this time only, I'm going to make her mine.

 

AEDAN

 

She thinks I'm here to destroy her.

And she's exactly right.

 

My family sent me to take down the Russo Mafia from the inside.

I arrived with hate in my heart and blood on my mind.

 

But then Livia changed everything.

 

She's the only one who suspects that I'm a traitor.

If she discovers the truth, a war will erupt that could consume both our families in fire and blood.

 

There's only one way to stop that from happening:

Keep her silent.

 

That's why I'm standing here outside her bedroom.

Rock-hard and ready to fill the mafia princess's mouth with more than she can ever handle.

 

I open the door and see the fear in her eyes.

But also…

The excitement.

The lust.

 

Open wide, princess.

You belong to me now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393499091

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Aedan: A Hitman Romance (Russo Mafia Book 3)

By Kathryn Thomas

I came to screw up her world. I stayed to fill up her womb.

I NEVER LOSE CONTROL.

Being a mafia hitman means never letting anyone tempt me from my mission.

But the sight of innocent Livia begging for my mercy might make me erupt.

And this time only, I’m going to make her mine.

AEDAN

She thinks I’m here to destroy her.

And she’s exactly right.

My family sent me to take down the Russo Mafia from the inside.

I arrived with hate in my heart and blood on my mind.

But then Livia changed everything.

She’s the only one who suspects that I’m a traitor.

If she discovers the truth, a war will erupt that could consume both our families in fire and blood.

There’s only one way to stop that from happening:

Keep her silent.

That’s why I’m standing here outside her bedroom.

Rock-hard and ready to fill the mafia princess’s mouth with more than she can ever handle.

I open the door and see the fear in her eyes.

But also...

The excitement.

The lust.

Open wide, princess.

You belong to me now.

Chapter 1

Aedan

Two weeks , I think, as I walk down the street toward the restaurant where I’m meeting Bruno for lunch. The business with the Mexicans is still going on, Carlos Rio like a goddamned shadow, striking and then disappearing before anyone can react. But as I walk, it’s not the Mexicans which cause me to clench my fists. It’s Livia. Two weeks ago, we had what was easily the best sex of my life, steamy, hot, crazy. I close my eyes and all I can see is the way her body vibrated when she squirted all over me, the way her eyelids fluttered, the way she gave herself completely to me. And now, two weeks later, we’ve barely seen each other. I go to the bar, she’s not there. Or, if she is there, she quickly makes an excuse and leaves. To say I feel like I’ve got a goddamned knife in my gut would be selling it short.

I must look as annoyed as I feel, because the other pedestrians give me a wide berth, skirting around me, glancing at me with eyes full of fear. Good, I think, bitter and hating it. Get the hell out of my way. Part of me wishes Livia would just scream at me, or stab me with that fancy Mont Blanc pen of hers. Just something to tell me she still knows I exist. But at the moment, I might as well be a ghost, the way she treats me.

When I get to the restaurant, a high-class place with a doorman and a valet, I’m approached by the doorman. He reminds me of one of those English butlers you sometimes see in movies, all prim and proper with a fine-haired moustache. Sir, he says. Are you Aedan O’Rourke?

Yeah, I say, and I must sound pretty damn dark judging by the way he looks at me.

Your companion has already arrived, the man says, with a small bow. If you would follow me...

Alright.

There’s a line of people outside the restaurant, all of ’em looking a hell of a lot fancier than me, the men wearing suits and the women wearing sparkly dresses. A couple of the men look like they might kick up a fuss that this red-haired t-shirt and jeans man is getting in before them, but when I glance in their direction, they all decide their shoes are more interesting than causing any trouble.

The butler-looking man leads me to a booth in the back, up a flight of stairs. The restaurant is the sort of place I’d never go in a million years, all polished silverware and paintings on the walls and glittering glasses and patterned plates. I feel out of place, is the truth, but the feeling is nothing compared with Livia, always lurking at the periphery of my mind. I wonder if she’ll be here, I think, but then Bruno’s greeting me and Livia’s nowhere in sight.

Aedan, son, he says, patting me on the back. They didn’t turn you away, then. He smiles and gestures at the seat opposite his.

No, but they tried to, I say. They told me the kitchen staff normally uses the back door; they said a dishwasher had no business using the main door.

They did? Bruno puffs up.

I laugh, but it’s forced. Livia.

Nah, I’m just playing.

He shakes his head at me.

You’re an evil man, Aedan.

Is that why your daughter’s ignoring me even after we had the best night of either of our lives, Bruno?

But I can’t say anything like that. I’m not about to start snivelling and crying to the woman’s father. No, whatever’s happening between us—if there even still is something between us—it’s just that, between us. I’m not about to go behind her back and start begging to her father. Though, I have to admit, the temptation just to get some answers is there.

I try to be. I smile, and then the waiter brings me a beer. I drink down half of it in one swig, welcoming the distraction. I’ll have another. Actually, bring three.

The waiter nods, and then leaves.

Hard day? Bruno asks.

Not really, I say. Just a little business down at the warehouses.

Mexicans?

Yeah, but you’ve heard about it, I reckon.

Bruno nods. You got three of them.

Yeah, and double that got away. I swear, with Carlos leading them, the Mexicans are like a proper army. I’ve never seen it before. Like the fuckin’ wind. Everywhere all at once.

Bruno runs his forefinger along the rim of his glass. It is a change, he says. He looks off to the distance, at nowhere in particular, and I sense he’s really looking inside himself. It makes me wonder, all this fighting, if anyone really comes out on top. All it does is attract the police. All it does is get people killed. Ah— He drains his glass. What am I saying? That’s the life.

That’s the life, I agree.

But look at this truce of ours, Aedan. It’s been months now without our people killing each other, and how’s the money? I’m still buying rubber bands by the crate to hold my bills together, and I’m sure it’s the same with you.

Yeah, I say. Money’s good. But never good enough for Patty, never good enough for the man who wants me to slit your throat.

Then why all this fighting?

"You said it, Bruno. That’s the life. You can’t expect the hard bastards who get into the life to go about it like the soft bastards who get into any other kind of business. If someone can take something from you, they will, without question. That’s just the way it is with men like this. The thing is, you’ve gotta be harder than them and never let them make you look weak. That’s all. And the best way not to look weak, I reckon, is not to be weak."

Those are true words, Bruno mutters, nodding. You’re not just a gun, are you, Aedan? There’s more to you.

I laugh grimly. Nah, I’m just one of those pricks who thinks he’s a philosopher after a couple of beers, is all.

Perhaps, Bruno says. "But I don’t