He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.
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I shouldn’t have remembered him.
He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn't know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.
But I could feel him.
The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.
The second time was different.
He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.
That was just the beginning.
He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…
It’s not a mafia story. It’s a love story.
When you're a fan of Tijan even if you haven't read any of her works and yet you keep on tabs with her new releases, such a fool. And that's me! I regret it big time of for taking it so long to finally read her work. So I started it with Cole...
He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to all in love with him, and his name is Cole Mauricio.
Ho-lee guacamole! This book is genius! I wasn't just about to fall in love with Cole but I fallen in love with him already big time. I was reading this book from start to finish, holding my breath and was on the edge, devouring it like there's no tomorrow. I finished it in one sitting because I cannot put it down. I was glued to it the moment I started reading it and I cannot just even stop for a moment afraid I'll miss something. I don't not doing anything at all, just reading this book so intent to find out what's more to come. Gah! I was reading it with my heart and mind racing, now added up to it that sexual energy that emanates between the two leads and I was about to burst with all the feels. It was heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, heart gripping and so much more. It was E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!
Let's start off with the characters. Cole, there's no question about him because he stole my heart. The moment I read about him, I was so excited to read more and to find out who he is, to what extent his character will reach, because as ashamed as I am, I haven't met him yet. Now see? Cole popped my Tijan cherry and I have no regrets, In fact I felt honored. This man is more than what he seems to be. When I was used to AH, jerk, mafia men with all the seriousness and darkness, I did not see him like that. Gosh! He was sweet and intense at the same time I feel like my eyes gonna bulge out from reading and my panties so soaked because just by the mere mention of his name has that effect. And then there's Addison, I love this woman. From her mourning to moving on, she was so strong even amidst the reality of who he has been sleeping to, worse, who the man he falls for. In fact, she carried it with ease and confidence. And her determination to stay with Cole without too much drama is an added bonus to me. Together, they're chemistry was perfect. I have no dull moment. In fact I was so into them that I really don't want the book to end.
You see, I read this book packed with actions wearing my emotions in my sleeve. I laugh and cried with this book and that on top of all the actions and the twist of the story I never saw coming. Seriously, I was captivated by this book and how it was written. In as much as I wanted more of Cole and his perspective, I love this book still. I guess I'll just have him linger for a long period of time in my heart and maybe wish for a book in his POV? *wink
Wowza! Cole was written well and it really aimed to deliver and portray brilliantly. The story flows just perfectly in a steady pace packed with emotions. I recommend this book to all mafia lover's like me. It might not be what you expect but there's no doubt you'll be hooked with this suspense, raw and gritty and hot read.
Once inside the elevator, I stood to one side, watching him. He returned my gaze.
We still did not touch.
My chest tightened, hoping no one would call the elevator at that moment. We sailed past the lobby, the second floor, and stopped at mine. I put in the code, and the doors opened to my home.
I drew in a breath, filling my lungs again. God, it was time.
Stepping out with shaky knees, I bypassed the light switch. The full moon lit up my entire floor. I went to the kitchen and paused at the island. “Did you want something to drink?” I caught sight of the tequila and wine on the counter. There was more than enough.
Cole stepped up behind me and followed my gaze. “Were you going to have a party?” he asked, his breath coating the back of my neck.
I shivered, closing my eyes for one delicious moment. “I stocked up. I thought a friend was coming over tonight.”
His hand rested on my back, nudging my sweater aside to touch my skin. “He?”
“She. Sia.” I looked over my shoulder. He was so close. “She stood me up for a date.”
A faint smile showed. “I need to send her a thank-you card.”
“Please don’t sign it.”
I turned around, easing my back against the island. Cole placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me in place.
“Because she’s slightly obsessed with you, though she’s in love with someone else now. She could circle back,” I joked.
“We saw you one night.”
“When?” He leaned away, but his hands remained on the counter. It was like he was giving me breathing space on purpose.
“At Gianni’s. We went there the night I moved in.”
He didn’t move, but I could feel him pulling away. A protest started in my head, but I bit back the words. He didn’t reply. He was waiting for me instead.
I continued, “You came in with a bunch of men and went upstairs. That was it.”
His eyes narrowed. “Did you talk to anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
My forehead wrinkled. “Sia networked with the hostess. They exchanged cards. Sia said the girl was a model. She recognized her from the Gala. That was it. Oh, well, another server sat with us for a drink later on. But they mostly talked with Sia about the Gala and about photographers—stuff like that.”
He relaxed, his hands loosening their hold on the counter. I was scared to ask what he was so worried they’d told us.
“I don’t know who you are.” I lifted a hand, placing it on his chest. His heart was racing, just like mine. My mouth parted in surprise. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
He glanced down at my hand and held still. He was thinking something over. I held my tongue, worried it was me, that he was second-guessing this night for us. I wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about, but it sounded ridiculous. I really had no idea. So I waited it out, my heart pressing against my rib cage.
When he looked back up, the hunger was in his eyes again—dark, primal, and more evident than ever. He took my hand and leaned in, closing the distance between us. With his other hand, he cupped the side of my face. “I wasn’t second-guessing this. I want you to know that.” His touch was tender.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Something else, but it wasn’t you.”
“This is one of those moments where you wish you could tell me, but you can’t? Not yet?”
The corner of his mouth lifted. His eyes moved from mine to my lips. “Something like that, yes.”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” I started to tease, but then his head dipped down, and his lips were on mine.
I gasped. The pleasure was immediate. His mouth was gentle, but as he felt my body’s reaction, he applied pressure. His touch grew more demanding, then I was kissing him back. I wanted more. Someone groaned. That was me.
His hand slid around to the back of my neck. He held me in his grip as his mouth explored mine, opening over me and slipping inside. My hands grasped his shoulders, just holding on. All I could focus on was his tongue. I met his with mine and reveled in the sensation. But it wasn’t enough. Need shot through my whole body.
My hands slid under his shirt and moved over his back and shoulders. His body was just as powerful as his presence. I felt the shift of his muscles. They trembled under my hands. The feeling was intoxicating. I had power over him, and I wanted more. I wanted to see how much power I actually had.
Pulling back, I studied him.
He was panting lightly. So was I.
I could see him wondering what I was going to do, so I reached back to the counter and started to lift myself. His hands caught the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me the rest of the way. Now sitting on the edge of the island, my legs parted, and he was back between them. His mouth went right to mine.
I couldn’t get over what I was doing. I didn’t care.
I didn’t think I would care the next day, the day after, or however long this lasted. I had no clue. I only knew I had one night. One long night.