Vicious Pleasure: Dark Mafia Romance (The MacCarrick Mafia Book 1)

Contents LOOK FOR THESE TITLES BY KAT LOGANVICIOUS PLEASURECOPYRIGHT WARNINGDEDICATIONCHAPTER ONECHAPTER TWOCHAPTER THREECHAPTER FOURCHAPTER FIVECHAPTER SIXCHAPTER SEVENCHAPTER EIGHTCHAPTER NINECHAPTER TENCHAPTER ELEVENCHAPTER TWELVECHAPTER THIRTEENEPILOGUEABOUT THE AUTHORCOMING SOONALSO BY KAT LOGAN LOOK FOR THESE TITLES BY KAT LOGAN MAFIA ROMANCEThe MacCarrick MafiaVicious Pleasure (Book One)Book Two (Coming Soon!)Book Three (Coming Soon!)MMF MENAGE ROMANCEPlaying it OutStriking a ChordHealing Their HeartsRocking the HouseRiding HighHer Perfect MistakeBiker’s ParadiseDangerous ObsessionGetting OffRunning HotDouble or NothingMoonlight Menage VICIOUS PLEASUREDark Mafia RomanceThe MacCarrick Mafia Book OneKAT LOGAN COPYRIGHT WARNINGEBooks are not transferable. They cannot be sold, shared, or given away. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is a crime punishable by law. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded to or downloaded from file sharing sites, or distributed in any other way via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000 (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/).This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.Published ByWolf Hill PublishingVicious PleasureCopyright © 2023 by Kat LoganAll Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.First Wolf Hill electronic publication: January 2023 DEDICATION A special thanks to Katie, who not only introduced me to her mafia romance obsession, she encouraged me to write one. Thanks, love! I know I’m a newbie, but you got me hooked! CHAPTER ONE LEON Everything went wrong the night I came face to face with Sofia Accardo.Let me back up and explain why a mob princess’s first impression of me was a pistol aimed at her pretty face. First off, I wasn’t a nice guy. I went to the penthouse in Manhattan as a hired gun, paid to kill. I wasn’t humble, either. The name was Leon MacCarrick, third-generation American Irish, born and bred in New York City and proud of it. I was the best independent wet-work guy for the Sartini Family. An assassin, if you needed a fancier word than “hitman.” A killer, to put it bluntly. And I didn’t like to mince words.My arrangement with the Sartini Family was simple. They hired me when they needed rivals offed and problems fixed with untraceable solutions. Or at least untraceable back to them. I always dealt with one of their capos in particular—a made guy named Freddy Russo. I wasn’t a made man and never would be. You had to be Italian to go full omertà. And the Irish mafia? They don’t do things that way, with secret ceremonies and making your bones and all that noise. Besides, New York wasn’t Boston, and the Italians ruled New York City. Always had. Probably always would.I kept to the code all the same. Keep secrets; never snitch. Don’t kill civilians—which meant anyone not involved in the life was off limits—and especially important: never hurt women and children.That was a problem because Sofia Accardo was very much a woman and very much inside the Manhattan penthouse where I’d been paid to assassinate everyone inside. So, yeah, everything went wrong the instant I kicked in her bedroom door and found myself aiming down the gunsights into the warm brown eyes of Sofia Accardo.Accardo. I knew the name all too well. And I hated it.The Accardo Family was one of the five mafia families of New York. According to rumors, they were even richer than the Sartini syndicate. Years back, the boss of the family, Giovanni Accardo, sent down orders to have my older brother killed.Cal had been in the ground for almost a decade, but I hadn’t forgotten him or forgiven the man who’d ordered his death. None of the surviving MacCarrick clan had forgotten. Now I had a gun aimed in the pretty face of Sofia Accardo, the daughter of the man who’d had my big brother whacked.“Who are you?” Her voice trembled, but there was no screaming, no crying. The shock on her face and the fear in those gorgeous eyes was easy to read, but she stared right at me. Looked straight into my eyes, not at the barrel of the gun in her face.Slowly, I lowered the gun. She was unarmed and no threat. I glanced around the room before replying to make certain she was alone.The penthouse master bedroom was luxurious and feminine. The open blinds gave a stunning view of the lights and buildings of West New York across the Hudson River.No one else was in the room. That was good. It meant Sofia was the last person alive in the penthouse. I’d already killed the two men with silenced shots to the head as they ate in the kitchen. They were Accardo soldiers acting as bodyguards, both of them armed. These made guys or associates—I wasn’t sure which—made sloppy bodyguards. They’d never seen me coming.I turned my attention back to Sofia. She was a few years younger than me. Maybe twenty-five, twenty-six. High cheekbones. Delicate eyebrows. Brown eyes a shade darker than the hair pulled back in a pony tail. Olive complexion. She looked a little like an Italian Audrey Hepburn. Prettier than I wanted to deal with, anyway. Attractive women who knew how beautiful they were always turned out to be a royal pain in the ass. Sofia had full lips, which I liked, but none of that Botox stuff that never turned me on. Too exaggerated. Like fake boobs. And what the fuck was I thinking of right now, in the middle of a job? Fake boobs? Shit, I needed to get myself squared away and focus on what was important.Such as how this woman had