Dangerous...

Dangerous...
Tori Carrington

When sexy FBI agent Lucas agreed to infiltrate the Mafia, he never dreamed he’d come face to face with his first love.Or that he’d still crave Gia’s body, madly, wildly and recklessly – even though she’s the boss of the crime family he’s vowed to bring down…

Dangerous…

Tori Carrington

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Table of Contents

Cover (#u5988108f-94ae-50c6-b710-0d58a4588baa)

Title Page (#u6e2a6d96-65d6-5a99-949f-06814c58dd13)

About the Author (#ue9c8a6aa-70f8-5705-902f-7dd44ef6e00f)

Dedication (#uebcec6d1-7172-5abb-8b84-e169844092e2)

Prologue (#u3c6541f9-6516-5fa4-b5f0-b7a2320c937c)

Chapter One (#u1127b69e-88cf-5548-81cc-41139a1445ef)

Chapter Two (#uaf9f520b-e32a-510b-af9c-12a4d167be02)

Chapter Three (#uf3c7c292-eb0b-5b5c-b2b8-5dc890854d70)

Chapter Four (#u98c19b29-30e2-53c3-bcc0-7fe72245910e)

Chapter Five (#u227d11e3-f1ca-5e0f-bdaf-f79ff7f8e3af)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty One (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

TORI CARRINGTON

Romantic Times BOOKreviews Career Achievement Award winning husband-and-wife duo Lori and Tony Karayianni are the power behind the pen name Tori Carrington. They call Toledo, Ohio, home base, but travel to Tony’s home town of Athens, Greece, whenever they can. For more information on the couple, their books and where they plan to appear next with a fresh batch of Tony’s Famous Baklava in hand, visit www.toricarrington.net.

Dear Reader,

Part of what we love about writing is the opportunity to immerse ourselves in worlds that are utterly foreign to us. To examine the people who inhabit these places, and ultimately not only understand them and accept that this is their reality, but to come to love them for who they are and root for them.

This has never been more true for us than it was with Dangerous… Gia Trainello is a Mafia princess who is elevated to Lady Boss when her father and brother are assassinated, sucked back into a life she left behind a long time ago along with love Lucas Paretti. But Lucas is not what he appears. Gia must find out the hard way that the road to hell is, indeed, paved with good intentions. And that lost love is the ultimate sacrifice.

We hope you’re riveted by Gia and Lucas’s sometimes heartbreaking journey towards happily-ever-after. We’d love to hear what you think. Contact us at PO Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612, USA, (we’ll respond with a signed bookplate, newsletter and bookmark), or visit us on the web at www.toricarrington.net.

Here’s wishing you love, romance and HOT reading.

Lori & Tony Karayianniaka Tori Carrington

we dedicate this book to all those who ceaselessly strive toward a greater understanding of the world around us and the people who inhabit it. And to our spectacular editor Brenda Chin, who knows what we’re trying to say when we’re having a hard time saying it.

Prologue

CLAUDIO LANCIONE WAS the last person who would normally attract Gia Trainello. She’d known him for most of her life and he’d always been a part of the family. A fixture, really. Handsome, yes. But she’d never so much as shared a suggestive smile with him, much less a kiss and promise of something more. But grief, it was said, made people do strange things.

And Gia was definitely grieving.

The four-star hotel-room sheets chafed Gia’s bare legs as she curled into a ball. Had it really only been four days since her father and younger brother, Mario, had been gunned down in broad daylight? A day since she’d said her final good- byes at a burial service attended by hundreds she hadn’t wanted to face? Twenty-four hours since she’d watched her older brother, Lorenzo, being pushed away in a wheelchair, barely conscious of what had happened because his private nurse had given him enough sedatives to make a bull lie down before a matador during his brief excursion from the hospital?

A few hours since she’d slipped Claudio a note asking him to meet her, desperately wanting, needing to feel something other than the pain crowding her chest, making it almost impossible for her to breathe, and then virtually ripping off his clothes the instant he’d entered the hotel suite?

Oh, she’d managed to throw herself into the physical sexual activity. Had even achieved a shallow climax or two. But always, always there were the images of her father’s and brother’s closed caskets. Always, always there was the memory of the line of nonstop visitors milling through her father’s house to offer their condolences and to drink wine from his carefully stocked cellar. Always, always there was the feeling that she no longer belonged in the house where she had grown up and which she had long since left, even though she felt obligated to receive the visitors—especially with Lorenzo— the third victim of the tragedy—still hospitalized.

Always, always there was the gaping hole in her life that she feared might never be filled again.