Michele DeLuca

Imani Jay Michele DeLuca A Steamy, BWWM, Mafia Romance Copyright © 2023 by Imani Jay All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. Imani Jay asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Designations used by companies to distinguish their products are often claimed as trademarks. All brand names and product names used in this book and on its cover are trade names, service marks, trademarks and registered trademarks of their respective owners. The publishers and the book are not associated with any product or vendor mentioned in this book. None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. MATURE CONTENT: NOT SUITED FOR READERS UNDER 18. First edition Cover art by Charli Childs This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com Contents DESCRIPTION Character Inspiration 1. TWENTY YEARS AGO 2. NOW 3. The Date 4. Gifted 5. Taken Epilogue SAVAGE BLOODLINE About the Author Also by Imani Jay DESCRIPTION LOOK WHO MADE IT ;-) Fiercer and hotter than ever. Michele is just the right DeLuca to steal your heart… and panties! Twenty-years ago, Michele DeLuca took the fall for a crime he didn’t commit. He kept his mouth shut and shouldered the bad fate had sent his way. Now he’s a free man. Free to seek revenge. Free to rebuild his life. The only question is, which will he choose? This is a full-length romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger, a guaranteed happily ever after, a sassy curvy woman and a delicious Italian stallion. Get ready for a scorching hot ride! CONTENT WARNING: This is the darkest romance I’ve written so far. Gabi has a strong dominance/degradation kink. If you’re not into that, please skip this story. I have plenty of sweet and steamy romances available and many more to come, if that’s more your jam. But if you’re ready to read all about how a big, bad alpha exacts his revenge in the most delicious way, then Mikey DeLuca is the right bad boy for you ;-) READ GABRIELLE’S TWIN SISTER’S STORY, ISABELLE, IN “FOUR MOBSTERS & A PRINCESS”: https://mybook.to/4Mobsters1Princess Character Inspiration Gabrielle Sinclair Michele DeLuca Images from MidJourney AI. 1 TWENTY YEARS AGO MICHELE “You sure you wanna do this, son?” My uncle, Matteo DeLuca, asks in his grating voice, closely studying me. I nod, returning his unwavering gaze. At twenty, I’m a man of few words, determined to prove myself. Ever since I was a pimply fourteen-year-old boy and expressed the desire to join la famiglia, my uncle Matt took me under his wing. Matteo DeLuca is my father’s brother, but unlike his older sibling, he’s made it. He dresses in elegant custom-made suits and shiny Italian leather shoes, smokes cigars, always has a thick wad of cash on him, drives expensive cars, and brings gorgeous women to family functions. He’s my favorite uncle, and not only because on my birthdays he’d pull a Benji from his gold clip, and sneak it to me behind my parents’ back, paired with a wink and a finger pressed to his smiling lips. God, I love my uncle. I always wanted to be like him. Rich, powerful, able to get whatever the fuck I want. Feared, respected. A real fucking DeLuca, and not the watered-down version that’s my dad. My pa’s a good man, a family man. After my mother and him became pregnant with me, he decided to cut all business ties with his family and live a fucking boring, straight-laced, borderline starving life. He wanted to raise me on the straight-and-narrow, show me what it meant to be a real man, someone who faces his responsibilities head on, and doesn’t take any shortcuts. All he managed to do was disgust me of the civilian life. When I think back on things, I wonder what my life would have been like if I’d followed the path my father had cleared for me… * * * “Mikey, this is Stephane Sinclair. Stephane, this is my nephew, Michele.” Uncle Matteo introduces me to the man I’m paired with to run an errand for the family. Stephane Sinclair is a big motherfucker. African American, with dark, shady eyes, and the fakest smile I’d ever seen on someone who isn’t a whore trying to get you to believe she actually likes you. We exchange a bone-crushing handshake and study each other long enough that my uncle has to interrupt our pissing match. “Okay, ladies. Get this job done and you can spend all the time you want lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes.” Stephane and I let go of each other’s hand and both crack a smile. Matt DeLuca has always had a way with people and words. He finishes briefing us, making sure we’re clear on everything. It’s an easy enough job. Some scumbag French gang’s trying to establish themselves on DeLuca turf without permission, and the side of town they’ve targeted is one ran by Stephane’s family, the Sinclairs, an old black creole gang. Neither one of our families is going to just sit and let those fucking frogs take our territory. So the bosses decided to send a man from each side. Stephane Sinclair is in his mid-thirties, maybe. He has more field experience than me, but I’m not too impressed with the guy. His dark gaze is shady, his grin syrupy, his suit and accessories flashy. And he has that gangsta gait, that overly