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Heir to a powerful crime family, D’Angelo Mariani is being groomed to rule the Las Vegas underworld when a beautiful and mysterious adrenaline junkie jumps eight hundred and twenty-nine feet, landing smack dab in the middle of his life.
Now he may have to sacrifice everything to keep her.
Fleeing from a corrupt system, Markie Davis has spent the past year hiding in a secluded African village. But when her sister falls off the grid, Markie is forced to return to the states and finally face a future she’s powerless to change. She never anticipated meeting a man like Angel.
Now she’ll have to confront her destiny to stay with him.
“It’s so beautiful up here,” Markie said, her attention back on the view from the High Roller.
I followed her gaze to the lights of the Vegas strip and saw something different. Connections, money, ties, some buildings would welcome me, and some would see my presence as a threat or a sign of disrespect. I knew the managers, the back-door operations, and the family who got a cut from each one. My father’s world called to me through neon signs and dancing lights, reminding me where I belonged. Looming and confining, there was nothing beautiful about the city.
However, one look at Markie took my breath away. Outlined in the glow of low lights, eyes wide with wonder, she was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. I pressed closer and breathed in the coconut fragrance of her hair. Something soft and crooning played over the speakers.
“We’re nearing the top,” the announcer said over the speakers. “Starting the countdown from twenty, nineteen, eighteen.”
“I love this so much,” Markie said, turning to face me. She grabbed my hand, and as our fingers intertwined, little electrical jolts danced up my arm toward my chest. The startled look she gave me, told me she felt it too. “Thank you, Angel.”
She flashed me another dimpled smile, and every inch of my body reacted, surprising me. We were in a goddamn pod with Bones and her sister not ten feet away, and I was horny beyond reason. Thankful for the suit jacket, hiding my erection, I shifted, trying to get myself under control.
“Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…”
My brain screamed at me to pull away from her. We knew nothing about each other, and Bones was right: Markie was the kind of girl who’d rather pick out wedding rings than condoms. I had no business fucking with her. My body didn’t seem to care. I set my beer on a table and brushed a stray curl back from her face, tilting her chin up to look at me. She was so goddamn beautiful, it physically hurt me to look at her and know I couldn’t have her.
“Ten, Nine, Eight…”
Why? Why the fuck couldn’t I have her? I wanted her. I needed her. Her hand felt like a lifeline to everything clean and good about humanity. Clinging to it, I leaned in and covered her lips with mine.
“Seven, Six, Five…”
She opened her mouth to me and I released her hands to wrap my arms around her and deepen the kiss. She tasted like wine, sin, and freedom, and I drank her in like a convict busting out of prison.
“Four, Three, Two…”
We were almost at the top, but I’d already fallen.