Mr Handsome, Will You Procreate With Me?

Blurb She’s everything I was never supposed to want. Dominic: Eighteen years old, a Bratva princess, and Lev Melnikov’s daughter. That should be enough to keep me away, but the second I see Natalya all grown up, I know she’s mine. I try to fight what I feel for her, but my principessa is determined to bring me to my knees, and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to get me there. Natalya: He’s the head of the Alessi family, more than twice my age, and friends with my dad. That should be enough to keep me away, but I’m lost to him the second he comes back to America wearing his signature Armani suit and sexy smile. He tries to fight his attraction, but when a dangerous situation lands me at his house and under his protection, I know it’s only a matter of time before he takes what he wants. Loving Dominic is dangerous, but being possessed by him might just destroy me. Chapter 1 Dominic I watch my father take his last breath as I let out the one I’ve been holding. His hand, once so strong, grows limp in mine while I try like hell to feel something, but there’s nothing there. I feel empty and vacant, the same damn way I’ve felt for years. A big piece of my heart died when my sister was murdered, and I haven’t been able to get it back. When we found the s*x-trafficking bastard who took her, my father and I took turns torturing him, and it had given us both some much-needed peace, but it could never be enough to take away the pain of losing her. We both knew that going into it, but it hadn’t stopped us from trying. That was eighteen years ago, and I still carry around the pain of losing her. It might have dulled over the years, but it’s still there, and I’ve resigned myself to the fact that it will never go away. The truth is I’m not so sure I want it to. It’s the last piece of her I have, and I’m not willing to part with it. Squeezing my father’s hand one last time, I stand and then let it go. He’d held out longer than I thought he would. Isabella’s death nearly killed him, especially after losing our mother only a few years earlier, but his anger and need for revenge had kept him going. After he’d gotten it, he’d held onto the anger until he couldn’t keep it bottled up any longer. The doctor said the stroke was a long time coming. I have to agree with him on that. I never thought he would make it to eighty, but he’d surprised all of us. When I leave the bedroom, my Uncle Salvatore is ready and waiting. One large, beefy hand squeezes my shoulder as much as the arthritis will let him while he pats my cheek with the other. “You were born to lead this family, Dominic, and you’ve been doing a hell of a job of it ever since Isabella’s death, but now it’s official.” I nod and scrub a hand over the light beard that’s in need of a trim. I’ve been unofficially running this family for almost two decades. For me, this is just another f*****g day of work. The only thing that’s changed is my title. I’m no longer the underboss. My dad’s death means I’ll be addressed as don of this family, and that’s about all that’s changing. Nodding to my uncle, I walk past him to the hall where two of my cousins are waiting. Dario and Alessandro Alessi lean against the wall, eyeing me cautiously. Whatever they see has Sandro pushing off to give me a respectful nod while saying, “Sorry for your loss, boss. Uncle Antonio was a good man.” “One of the best,” Dario agrees, smacking my shoulder in a show of comfort, because he sure as f**k knows better than to try and hug me. “I need a drink,” I tell them, walking past to my office, knowing they’ll follow me. I’ve been in Italy for the last year, and as much as I love my country, it no longer feels like home. I’m anxious to get back to America. I’ve worked hard to make the Alessi Mafia something to be feared, and with the help of an alliance that I never saw coming, I’ve secured more power and wealth than our family has ever seen. The Melnikov Bratva and the Alessi Mafia have control of one of the biggest cities in America, and we intend to keep it that way. My mafia runs the eastern and northern areas now, and the Melnikov Bratva runs the western and southern areas. For the most part, our men stay on our own sides, but there’s always a little bit of overlap. I allow his men to transport shipments through our territory, and they extend the same courtesy to me. So far we’ve managed to not kill each other. We’ve actually grown quite close over the years, and I tend to think of them more like family—the wilder members who show up to family gatherings covered in tattoos with chips on all their damn shoulders, but family nonetheless. 892