Donati
310.1k Views · Ongoing · Allison Franklin
Standalone sequel to best-selling novel ‘Accardi’
“Drop the knife,” Frankie warned her.
“Take my name off your body!”
“Nope.”
“Why are you doing this? Why did you come after me?”
“Because, Vixen, you’re mine.”
“Not according to the contract signed in blood by my father.”
Frankie snarled and tightened his hold on her hair, making the roots tug painfully at her scalp and bringing her ear closer to his mouth. “Mine,” he repeated. “We have our own deal, remember?” Gloria stopped struggling. His lips trailed over her shoulder and up her neck making her shiver. “Do I need to remind you?”
“Let go of me.”
“No. I won’t be doing that any time soon.”
“Then what’s your plan, Frank?”
“My plan? I’ll tell you my plan down to the last blood vessel I intend to dissect from your fiance’s corpse. First, I have questions. Let’s start with something easy…” His hands skimmed up her thighs, threatening to wander under the towel still miraculously concealing her naked body. “Who was the last person to taste your lips, Gloria? Him… or me?”
Frankie Donati doesn’t love. He takes what he wants, wins what he can, and leaves without looking back. Until a new nurse arrives at the club who looks like she could use a scalpel to do far more than relieve a fighter’s swollen eyelids.
Hidden within New York’s most dangerous mafia family, Gloria is running from a contract signed in blood that was not her own. But hiding won’t keep her safe forever. Her fiance is coming to collect.
When an encounter in a compromising position leads to obsession, the two find themselves in the midst of a war decades in the making. If they’re going to make it out alive, each of them has their own role to play.
“Drop the knife,” Frankie warned her.
“Take my name off your body!”
“Nope.”
“Why are you doing this? Why did you come after me?”
“Because, Vixen, you’re mine.”
“Not according to the contract signed in blood by my father.”
Frankie snarled and tightened his hold on her hair, making the roots tug painfully at her scalp and bringing her ear closer to his mouth. “Mine,” he repeated. “We have our own deal, remember?” Gloria stopped struggling. His lips trailed over her shoulder and up her neck making her shiver. “Do I need to remind you?”
“Let go of me.”
“No. I won’t be doing that any time soon.”
“Then what’s your plan, Frank?”
“My plan? I’ll tell you my plan down to the last blood vessel I intend to dissect from your fiance’s corpse. First, I have questions. Let’s start with something easy…” His hands skimmed up her thighs, threatening to wander under the towel still miraculously concealing her naked body. “Who was the last person to taste your lips, Gloria? Him… or me?”
Frankie Donati doesn’t love. He takes what he wants, wins what he can, and leaves without looking back. Until a new nurse arrives at the club who looks like she could use a scalpel to do far more than relieve a fighter’s swollen eyelids.
Hidden within New York’s most dangerous mafia family, Gloria is running from a contract signed in blood that was not her own. But hiding won’t keep her safe forever. Her fiance is coming to collect.
When an encounter in a compromising position leads to obsession, the two find themselves in the midst of a war decades in the making. If they’re going to make it out alive, each of them has their own role to play.









