The dog snorts and I drag a hand over the back of my neck as agony at the loss fills me.
Greta Monty.
The chit that’s been driving me to the edge of my existence this past year. My life was going fine without her. I was on a roll.Threaten. Kill. Threaten some more...
Then she showed up and everything changed forever. All of the sudden she was the new priority. Suddenly she was the one I first thought of when waking up and the last when going to sleep.
She’s monopolized my hours, my thoughts...even my body operates on the little attention Greta gives me.
We never would’ve crossed paths if it hadn’t been for my irresponsible father.
I was giving him generous amounts of money he was supposed to save for his pension but instead he used it to pick up a snobbish middle-aged starlet and marry her behind my back. I was furious, ready to give him a piece of my mind when I was introduced to my new step-sister.
Greta was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
Calm, cool and collected like a porcelain doll. Fragile. Flawless. The very opposite of me.
I wanted to jump her the moment I saw her, have my way with her up against the wall no matter who was watching. I wanted to mess her up, ruin her perfect little coiffure and smear her lipstick. Tear off her ladylike designer dresses and lick her creamy skin.
Greta on the other hand, didn’t seem so keen on the idea.
Her first impression of me made her let out a whimper and her hand trembled when I took it in mine. She’s never seen someone like me either. We’re from two different worlds. One is night and one is day. One is innocent and one is full of depravity.
Mixing us two together would lead to an explosive cocktail.
One that Greta seems intent on not to shake or stir.
She doesn’t want to drink me the way I want to drink her. Always watching me with hesitant, wide eyes like she has a million questions in her head and is too distraught to even ask one. Am I really that intimidating?
Fuck...probably.
The streets clear when I come walking. People whisper behind my back. Their instinct warns them to stay away even though they don’t know who I am.
A made man, that’s who I am. In one of the most powerful shadow organizations in this country,The Nordic Mafia.Our symbol’s carved all over town but very few know its meaning. Greta has no idea what it is that I do but she has an instinct.
And it tells her to stay away from me.
Clenching my fists, I let out a curse and step inside. I can still sense Greta’s presence and I’m relieved she hasn’t gone out. Not that Greta would be in any trouble going anywhere on her own. I have a man follow her, keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.
A stepbrother can’t be too careful with a stepsister like Greta.
Everyone wants her. They all want a little piece of her but they’re all too fucking scared to do anything about it.
That’s the only thing Greta and I have in common. People are intimidated by her too but in a different way. When she comes walking, people act as if they’re witnessing an apparition. There’s something celestial about Greta.Otherworldly.
She’s not meant for mere mortals. She’s meant for me.
Shebelongsto me. I’m the only one who’ll be able to handle her and she’s the only one who’ll be able to handle me.
And at the slightest hint of a threat or challenge from another male, I’ll do murder.
Nobody takes her from me. And the best part is that nobody can.
When a mobster sets his eye on a target that target is his. Only a miracle can help whoever comes in between.
I stop in my tracks when I find Greta sitting on the living room couch with a bowl of noodles in her lap. She turns her head when she hears me coming and makes a movement as if she’s about to run again but then she leans back against the pillows.
Raising my brows, I murmur, “I could tell the chef to come over and make you something.”