Throne of Diamonds

Throne of Diamonds emily bowie Copyright Copyright © 2022 by Emily Bowie cover designed by Jersey Girl Designs edited by David Micheal All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents 1. Savio 2. Savio 3. Charlotte 4. Savio 5. Savio 6. Charlotte 7. Savio 8. Charlotte 9. Charlotte 10. Savio 11. Charlotte 12. Savio 13. Charlotte 14. Savio 15. Charlotte 16. Savio 17. Charlotte 18. Savio 19. Charlotte 20. Savio 21. Charlotte 22. Charlotte 23. Charlotte 24. Charlotte 25. Charlotte 26. Savio 27. Savio 28. Charlotte 29. Savio 30. Charlotte 31. Savio 32. Savio 33. Charlotte 34. Charlotte 35. Epilogue 36. Sinful Vow: 37. Chapter 2 – Luca 38. Acknowledgments 39. Other books by Emily Bowie Chapter 1 Savio I toss a small pebble of concrete across the sizzling ground before it plops into the cool-looking water of the pool. I can hear a woman moaning and crying from all the way down here. My hand shades the sun from my eyes as I look up toward the second-floor window where the sound is coming from. I should have known when my brother, Dante, sent me a random address that he’d be up to no good. This house looks nice, nicer than any of the ones his usual girls have. Dante rarely fucks for pleasure, he always has an angle. Not sure what this one is. From behind the house, I hear a car drive down the driveway. Its tires crush the pavement with a rush that has me staying close to the white siding so I can peek around the corner. I see one of our underbosses get out. Oh, fucking Hell. The first rule is never fuck with the wife of one of our own.He stops and pulls his phone out to answer it so I run toward the back of the house and slide the door open to slip in. On light feet, I head up the stairs. At least the woman isn’t screaming Dante’s name anymore. I glance into the first room, empty. The front door opens and shuts. My hand turns the next knob and I’m forced to watch my brother with his pants around his ankles, his hand covering the brunette’s mouth as he takes her from behind. Neither of them notices me as I step in. This is not good. Her husband can easily catch them. Then Dante would be a dead man. My brother never learns the easy way. I tap my brother on the shoulder and grab the woman to cover her mouth. She screams against my hand while my brother quickly pulls out his gun. The cold metal pushes into my forehead and he lets out a sigh of relief. “I told you noon,” he says, out of breath. His hips continue to push in and out, still banging the broad. “Her fucking husband is home, you moron!” I whisper through clenched teeth. His eyes widen and he pulls his dick out of her and yanks his pants up. “The party is about to start then.” He leisurely walks to the window, opens it, and looks below. “We’ll break our legs jumping out of that.” I shake my head, hating being in this position. “You owe me.” I point a finger at him and he shoves past me toward the door. I turn toward the woman who is now quiet, looking back and forth between us. “I could be into twins,” she purrs, not keeping her voice down. My muscles tighten and I glare at her. “Not twins,” I correct in a growl. She shrugs like she doesn’t care. Checking over my shoulder, my brother is already out the door. The husband’s voice carries up from the ground floor and the woman spreads her legs, giving me a smile. A scowl of disgust rips across my face. I’m probably going to get murdered, and here she is, not giving a fuck about getting caught. I open the door to look down the stairs, hoping for a clear view. Her husband’s red, angry face is right in mine. His gun is pulled and he lets a bullet fly out of the chamber. I dodge it the best I can before I run for the window and fling myself out. Either the fall or the husband will kill me, and I’m liking my chances with the plummet.As my body flies through the air, the wind whistles in my ears and my stomach drops from the gravity tugging me down without restraint. In a matter of seconds, I belly flop into the cold pool, its harsh impact hitting my body. Two more bullets rush past me from above. My lungs burn as I stay under the water, trying to look for an easy escape from the pool. My feet push against the underwater floor, propelling my body straight up, readying myself to jump out as fast as I can. Nobody shoots at me. I chance a glance up and he’s not there. The familiar sound of a gun echoes again and the shot whizzes past my head as I round the corner toward the street. Dante has my car running with the passenger door open as he presses on the gas. I race to catch up, my lungs burning along with my legs with each stride. Another crack of a bullet sounds. The familiar burning sensation of metal borrowing into flesh steals my breath. Fucking Hell. Using all the energy left in me, I grab hold of the door frame and launch myself forward, swinging my legs into the car. I land in the passenger seat as another shot shatters the back window. “You owe me a new window!” I yell at Dante, who throws his head back to laugh. “Relax. You know I’m good for it. There’s nothing like getting your adrenaline pumping early in the morning.”I press my hand