The Mafia Daddy's Pretty Little Sister's Friend
(2026)(Book 48 in the Mafia Daddies Ruthless Possession series)
A novel by Jess Winters
I pressed a paper flower into his hand. He tucked it into his jacket and didn't give it back.
Nico DeLuca: thirty-six, storm-gray eyes, a scar at his jaw, owner of the waterfront warehouse. Exact. Dangerous-seeming. The kind of man who scans a room and quietly rearranges your world so you don't have to be afraid. He makes me feel seen and silly and ridiculous all at once.
He watched me doodle until I couldn't pretend I wasn't nervous. He invited me to his workshop. He brewed chamomile, tied my hair into pigtails, built a nook with fairy lights. He taught me to say Green, Yellow, Red. We made a points chart like armor. He guarded my sketchbook and my stupid stickers like they were relics. He kissed me like an adult and called me "baby girl" like a promise. Elena found a photo. Marco shared it. Someone slipped a note under his door: We're watching.
Now it's ugly and sharp. My internship, my mother, my reputation—everything can be twisted. He says he'll fight. He says he'll keep me. He says I don't have to hide.
Can I trust him with my small things and my whole future? Or will loving him mean losing both?
Nico DeLuca: thirty-six, storm-gray eyes, a scar at his jaw, owner of the waterfront warehouse. Exact. Dangerous-seeming. The kind of man who scans a room and quietly rearranges your world so you don't have to be afraid. He makes me feel seen and silly and ridiculous all at once.
He watched me doodle until I couldn't pretend I wasn't nervous. He invited me to his workshop. He brewed chamomile, tied my hair into pigtails, built a nook with fairy lights. He taught me to say Green, Yellow, Red. We made a points chart like armor. He guarded my sketchbook and my stupid stickers like they were relics. He kissed me like an adult and called me "baby girl" like a promise. Elena found a photo. Marco shared it. Someone slipped a note under his door: We're watching.
Now it's ugly and sharp. My internship, my mother, my reputation—everything can be twisted. He says he'll fight. He says he'll keep me. He says I don't have to hide.
Can I trust him with my small things and my whole future? Or will loving him mean losing both?