Destined for the Mob: Detroit Mafia Romance, #0.5

By Tami Lund

Head back to 1989...

 

Pietro Romano is just a guy, working in an Italian restaurant, trying to realize his dreams of becoming a chef someday.

 

Aida Bianchi is just a girl with ties to the mob, but instead of joining that side of the family business, she went off to college. Now she's home for the holidays, waitressing at her dad's restaurant.

 

When Pietro and Aida meet, sparks fly.

 

But then he discovers her connection to the mafia. He's been taught from a young age to avoid the mob at all costs.

 

Even if those costs are to his heart.

 

Detroit Mafia series, in reading order:

Destined for the Mob

Paid by the Mob

Trapped by the Mob

Freed from the Mob

Born into the Mob

Controlled by the Mob

Return to the Mob

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tami Lund
• Release date: Jan 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215133835

Tami Lund

Romcom. Shifters. Vampires. Demigods. Dragons. Witches. Suspense. I write it all. With wine.

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Destined for the Mob

DESTINED FOR THE MOB

PREQUEL

DETROIT MAFIA ROMANCE

TAMI LUND

Detroit Mafia Romance Series Prequel

Destined for the Mob

by

Tami Lund

Cover Artist: Rebekah Ganiere

Editor: Julie Sturgeon

Published by: Tami Lund

Original Copyright: 2021 by Tami Lund

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CONTENTS

About this Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

Read the Next Book

Chapter 1

More Books by Tami Lund

Paranormal Romance by Tami Lund

Writing as TJ Bell

About the Author

ABOUT THIS BOOK

DESTINED FOR THE MOB

Detroit Mafia Romance Prequel

Pietro Romano is just a guy, working in an Italian restaurant, trying to realize his dreams of becoming a chef someday.

Aida Bianchi is just a girl with ties to the mob, but instead of joining that side of the family business, she went off to college. Now she’s home for the holidays, waitressing at her dad’s restaurant.

When Pietro and Aida meet, sparks fly.

But then he discovers her connection to the mafia. He’s been taught from a young age to avoid the mob at all costs.

Even if those costs are to his heart.

Detroit Mafia series, in reading order:

Destined for the Mob

Paid by the Mob

Trapped by the Mob

Freed from the Mob

Born into the Mob

Controlled by the Mob

Return to the Mob

CHAPTER 1

DECEMBER, 1989

Pietro Romano nearly sliced his thumb off when she walked in the door.

He’d been hard at work slicing carrots on a diagonal, exactly three-quarters inch thick, in preparation for the antipasto platter that was on special tonight. He’d been in the groove, totally focused, determined to prove he could put together the best special they’d had all week.

The sous chef, some Armenian punk named Samvel, had been canned recently, and Pietro wanted his position. Even if the rumors about why he was fired were a little, well, off-putting.

The other kitchen staff whispered that it was mob related.

Whatever. Even though he was a hundred percent Italian and a buff guy who lived in a city known for its mob roots, Pietro wasn’t into that stuff. Yeah, it supposedly paid a hella lot better than working in the kitchen in an Italian restaurant, but he’d been raised to believe that anyone associated with the mafia automatically deserved a one-way ticket to burn in hell for all of eternity.

The Purple Rain soundtrack was playing from Luigi’s boom box for the third time already today. Pietro needed to bring in some of his rock ’n roll cassettes and swap out what apparently was the only tape Luigi owned.

And then he heard a tinkling laugh. Definitely a girl, and not a giggle he recognized. He’d been working at Giuseppe’s Italian Kitchen for three months now, and he knew all the waitresses. He knew their laughs, giggles, snorts. Not that he honestly paid that much attention to detail; it was more that they were all into him, so they were forever hanging out in the kitchen, trying to draw his attention. At least until Giuseppe showed up and shouted at them to leave his cooks alone.

So, yeah, this one caught his attention because it was different from any he’d heard before. And then she said, I know Luigi’s working tonight, cuz no one else loves this soundtrack more than him.

Pietro chuckled to himself and glanced over his shoulder to see who felt the same way he did.

That was when he damn near sliced off his thumb.

Because, holy hell, this chick was fine. A total Betty.

Long, curly, dark hair pulled into a ponytail. Big, brown eyes. Pouty lips, although they were smiling at the moment. High, plump cheekbones.

She wore a black T-shirt under a jean jacket, even though it was December and cold as hell outside, and a pair of acid-washed jeans with almost painfully white Keds on her feet. Unless she changed into them just outside the door, he could not imagine how she’d gotten across the slush-caked parking lot with that perfect whiteness intact.

He released the knife so quickly, it clattered to the cutting board and slipped over the side onto the stainless steel countertop with an echoing crash that drew everyone’s attention his way.

Including the fly girl.

Quickly wiping his hands on his apron, he hurried over and introduced himself before any of these other dips could beat him to the punch.

Hey there. I’m Pietro. Pietro Romano.

Those beautiful eyes danced as she slipped her hand into his and said, Nice to meet you, Pietro. I’m Aida.

Aida. I like that name. Hella pretty.

She chuckled while someone else made barfing noises.

Yo, man, stop fawning over her. You’re gonna get in trouble.

Oh, stop it, Luigi, Aida called out. I don’t mind.

You aren’t who I’m worried about, Luigi replied.

Pietro stabbed his thumb over his shoulder. He’s right. I should probably get back to work. He eyed the restaurant’s logo screen-printed on the shirt above her left breast. You work here? How come I’ve never seen you before?

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