ILLICIT TEMPTATIONS
by Janine Infante Bosco
Tempted, #1
Publication Date: July 25, 2015
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
by Janine Infante Bosco
Tempted, #1
Publication Date: July 25, 2015
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
#FREE: Amazon
Synopsis: Michael Valente...
My
father was the Underboss of an organized crime family. He was murdered
when I was a teenager leaving me broken. My mother died in a tragic
accident, her death annihilated me. My life was in shambles until Victor
Pastore, one of New York’s most notorious gangsters and my late
father’s best friend, recruited me to work for him.
Everyone
expected me to walk in my father’s shadow, to be the prodigal son, the
next big thing to hit the mob. I was torn between filling those
expectations and walking the straight line my mother wished I had.
Nothing made sense and I felt as if I was just passing through life.
The
only beacon of light in my otherwise dark world was the one girl that
was off limits to me. The one girl who could bring me to my knees
consuming my mind, body and soul.
She’s the sweetest temptation I’ve ever known and the most illicit.
Nikki Pastore....
My
father’s a gangster. My boyfriend’s is the king of New York’s
nightclubs. I am often labeled as Vic’s daughter or Rico’s girl, never
just Nikki. I struggle for people to acknowledge me for the woman I am
and not for the men in my life. I’m fighting a losing battle.
There is only one person who sees me for me, my Mikey.
He’s wild.
He’s reckless.
He’s hot as hell.
He’s reckless.
He’s hot as hell.
He’s completely unattainable, but oh so tempting.
ILLICIT TEMPTATIONS- PROLOGUE
Present Day: Michael
It
all happened so quickly. I chased the sound of her desperate cries, her
dull voice begging for someone to help her. I turn the corner of the
abandoned warehouse careful not to make my presence known. I breathe
through my mouth because the stench in the air is so vile smelling like
piss, death and filth. There is silence. I can’t make out her cry
anymore. The only sound I catch is the water dripping from the leak in
the roof onto the concrete floor.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“Help
me. Dear God, please help me,” she cries out. Her voice sounds weaker
than before, as if she’s giving up, resolving that no one will answer
her plea for help.
I
step in something sticky forcing me to glance down at my foot that is
now covered in blood. My eyes follow the trail of crimson to the dead
body that is decomposing in the corner. I want to scream. My gut
clenches thinking of all the horrors my girl must have been exposed to
and how it’s all my fault.
I failed her.
I won’t fail her now.
Never again.
I
take a few more steps, hiding behind a palette of wooden crates,
peaking between them, I spot her. My girl. She’s sitting in a metal
chair. Her wrists are tied behind her back and her ankles are tied
together. Her head is down so I can’t see her face but I notice she’s
still wearing the same clothes as she was the day they took her. I
silently will her to lift her head. I need to get a look at her face. I
need to see she’s okay.
“No one’s here to save you sweetheart.” I hear a taunting voice speak to her.
I’m here to save her you fuck.
His
body comes into my view as he stands in front of her, slowly bending so
they’re eye level. I watch, struggling not to do anything stupid,
hearing Vic’s voice in my head reminding me not to be a cowboy.
Patience.
Her life is at stake.
He
cups her face not so gently and forces her to look up at him. He blocks
my view of her so I shift to my right hoping to catch a glimpse.
“My father will kill you.” She shouts. “Do you hear me? He will kill you! Just let me go.”
He
laughs. “Your father can’t save you little girl just like he couldn’t
save his best man. And when you’re dead, he won’t do anything either
just like he didn’t after I killed Val. Daddy’s not in control anymore,
you’re at my mercy.”
I
freeze for a moment at the mention of my father. The man who has his
back to me, the man torturing my girl, is the same man who killed my
father. I didn’t even have a chance to process the information because
his hand reared back and slapped Nikki across her face. He takes a step
backward, and she comes into my view, lifting her head slowly. Her eye
make up is running down her face. One of her cheeks is red, branded from
that son of a bitch’s hand and yet she’s still the most beautiful woman
I’ve ever seen.
Something
is triggered inside of me and I know it’s time to end this nightmare. I
straighten my posture, my hand securely holding my gun at my side.
Slowly I lift my hands, my gun cocked aiming the barrel of it straight
at the back of the enemy’s head. I look at Nikki once more, she’s all
the strength I need to pull the trigger. She turns her head, her dull
brown eyes meet mine and for the slightest moment I see life reborn in
them.
I
take one hand off my gun and lift a finger to my lips, signaling her to
stay silent. I want the motherfucker to be surprised when I riddle him
with bullets. I hold her gaze and hope she trusts I won’t let anything
else happen to her.
I’m here Princess
You’re safe now.
I
gradually step around the pallet I was hiding behind and creep up
behind him, keeping a steady eye on my girl. I wrap my finger around the
trigger. This is it. I’m about to kill a man. I’m about to put someone
else’s blood on my hands. I am about to walk in my father’s shoes.
I avert my eyes to the back of my target's head, tearing my gaze away from Nikki. I lift the gun and then it happens…
“Mikey watch out!!” She screams.
I pull the trigger.
All
of a sudden my gun isn’t the only one going off in the warehouse. The
sound of gunfire erupts as I watch my bullet pierce my victim. I turn
toward Nikki, hurrying to make my way to her. My victim falls face
forward onto the floor, a single shot to the head killing him instantly.
Nikki screams out as his blood splatters onto her. She’s shaking her
head screaming no as I struggle to make my way to her.
“Mikey Get down!!” She screams through her sobs.
I
don’t fully comprehend what she’s saying. I think I’m still reeling
from the fact that the man I put a bullet in was about to kill her— just
like he killed my old man. All I cared about was taking her in my arms
and holding onto her for dear life. I needed to touch her, to feel her,
to know she really was okay.
She
is shaking her head violently forcing me to focus on what she is trying
to warn me of. I glance over my shoulder, eyes wide as I see the ambush
Victor and his men are taking part in, guns blazing as they seek
revenge on the rival family that held his daughter captive for two days.
They
don’t go down easily and men start appearing from all over the
warehouse, firing back at Victor and his gang. I lift my gun, ready to
help Victor, out of the corner of my eye I notice a man to my left, his
gun aimed at Nikki. I keep my gun aimed at the men firing against Victor
and look over my shoulder towards my girl. She’s oblivious to the gun
pointed at her and there is little she could do to protect herself since
she’s still tied to the chair. I walk backwards towards her, debating
if I have time to take out the gunman.
I turn my gun towards the man aiming at Nikki but he pulls the trigger.
I’m too late.
“No!”
I hear myself cry out as I run, attempting beat the speed of the
bullet. I dive on top of her, my body shielding hers, knocking her and
the chair she is tied to backwards as the bullet sears through my flesh.
I’m here Princess. You’re safe.
The
gun slips from my hand as I roll off Nikki. I stare up at the ceiling. I
hear her crying beside me, I try to reach for her hand but I can’t
move. The heat sears through my body. I’m trying to contain the blood,
but it pours from my wound uncontrollably. There are more gunshots
fired. I hear Nikki’s cries become muffled until everything fades to
black.
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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO
Janine
Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and
writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and
her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she
even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of
the Screen Actors Guild.
Janine
writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds,
strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything
for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow
avid romance readers like herself.
She
is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in
the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her
two sons Joseph and Paul.
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