Captured: A Short Mafia Romance: The Amicis, #2

By Cherry White

Even the best intentions have consequences…

When I broke into an Amici home, I had no nefarious intent. I was just trying to save my friend.

But I couldn't have predicted him.

Antonio Amici. The brother of my friend's lover. He's old enough to be my father.

He sweeps me off my feet—literally. He's angry. Dangerous. Convinced I mean the Amici family harm.

When his interrogation drags me into a sensual world beyond my fantasies, I'm not sure I even want to be released.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cherry White
• Release date: Apr 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224724444

Cherry White

Less time out of your day, these spicy romances still squeeze in a HEA. Cherry White is the secret pen name for another New York Times Bestselling author. She knows that sometimes you want to read a spicy romance novel, but don't always have the time to commit. These spicy bites (short stories to novellas) are perfect to read in the bath, lunch breaks, in the school pick up line, or when you have a book hangover and can't decide what to read next.

Book preview

Chapter One

What the hell am I doing? I’ll be lucky if I make it out of here alive.

I approach the tall iron fence that surrounds Dante Amici’s home. He’s part of the Amici crime family—mafia. I have got to be out of my freaking mind to be attempting this.

Dangerous or not, I’ll take that risk. I need to find my best friend Izzy. She hasn’t been seen in over two months now. Sure, I’ve texted with her and spoke on the phone occasionally, but I haven’t seen her.

She told me she’s in love with Dante, but who knows if she was under duress writing that.

Or if that was even her.

All I know is the last person she was seen with is her family’s sworn enemy, so I’m going to worry. I’m going to want to see her in person.

I stare at the tall gate and nibble on my lip.

Damn, it’s not going to be easy. But then again, I do love a challenge.

I’ll have to scale it. Even in this stupid outfit. There’s no other⁠—

Miss, can I help you?

The voice behind me has me freezing. Security guard? This is just what I’d hoped for.

I pull the neckline on my top down lower and plump up my decent-sized breasts.

Sex always distracts with these types. I’ve come prepared.

I turn with a smile. Yes, hi. I’m here to see Mr. Amici.

His gaze narrows with skepticism and doesn’t even drop to my body.

Okay, maybe this guy is too well trained to be distracted by some tits and ass.

I step closer and reach a hand inconspicuously into my pocket.

Maybe you weren’t told, but his girlfriend requested a ménage trois. I give a ditzy laugh and toss my long blonde hair. I’m the trois.

Finally, a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. I’ll need to call down to the house real quick.

Damn, I really don’t have time for this. He turns slightly while grabbing his cell phone and I jump on his back.

I slam my rag covered in chloroform over his mouth and nose while he tries like mad to toss me free. But I cling like a baby monkey gripping its mama until he finally stumbles and falls unconscious to the ground.

I stare down at him, eyes wide as I get my breath back.

Well, that went surprisingly well.

Okay. Time to do this, because who knows how long he’ll be out for.

I sprint across the yard toward the house and try the door. Locked. I knock briskly.

A moment later it’s opened by an older woman—her face registering in surprise.

I’m sorry, but who are you? she asks sharply. Craig didn’t notify me of anyone being sent up⁠—

Look, lady, I just want to see my friend. I barrel past her toward the voices I’m hearing down the hall.

Where is she? I scream. Where’s my best friend?

I arrive in what must be the dining room when I find them all. They’re sitting at a long table finishing dinner and my gaze seeks out the person I came for.

She’s alive! Izzy’s a—oomph!

I didn’t even see him coming. The guy who must’ve run at me like a linebacker before grabbing me around the waist and swinging me off my feet.

Well, hello there, little one. How did you get in here? he demands in dismay.

He’s huge and built like a rock. I’m not exactly petite at five foot seven inches, but he makes me feel like a little doll in his arms.

I try and twist my head to see him and only get a glimpse of dark hair and broad shoulders. Also, he smells amazing. Like some really fancy cologne I’ve never heard of.

The real issue is why I’m even noticing this shit when he’s stopping me from getting to my friend.

Let me go, you Neanderthal. I gasp in outrage, wriggling in his grip to get free.

With one arm locked around me like steel, he uses his free hand to start patting me down like he’s some kind of cop frisking me.

He hits the curve of my hip, and something warms sparks inside me. I catch my breath and squirm harder.

You’re right. My DNA test did reflect a trace of Neanderthal.

I can’t see him, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

He moves his exploring