“Whatever games you think you’re playing, I’ve had enough. I get it: You’re the powerful one. The big mob boss. So cut the bullshit and show yourself.”
Nothing.
“I want to talk to Nero, right now!”
More silence. Then a voice comes, so close it makes me gasp. Inches away, a low, throaty growl that sends shivers down my spine.
Shivers of fear—and desire.
Because I would know that voice anywhere. And he’s standing close enough to touch.
“Be careful what you wish for.”