Dead Man’s Hand Read online Renee Rose (Vegas Underground #7)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas Underground Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
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Gio catches my wrist, stilling my hand. His thumb strokes over my pulse as my fingers tremble in the space between us. “Why are you shaking, doll? You scared of me?”

Scared of him? Yes. Definitely. But also excited. He’s the one Tacone brother I look forward to seeing. Always have, even when I was just ten years old, wiping tables down while the mafia men met.

“No!” I pull my hand away. “I’m just jumpy. You know—since… what happened. And you startled me.”

His gaze penetrates, like he knows there’s more to it than that, and he wants to know it all. A curious shifting happens in my chest.

I tuck an errant strand of hair behind my ear to cover my mounting discomfort.

“You have nightmares?” he guesses, like he’s read my mind.

I give a single nod. Then it occurs to me how he knows. “Do you?”

I don’t expect him to confess it if he does. I come from an Italian family. I know the men don’t admit weakness.

So, I’m surprised when he says, “All the fucking time.” He touches the place where the bullet must’ve gone in.

“Wow.”

The corners of his lips quirk into a devastating grin. The man really should have gone into show business. “What? You think real men don’t have nightmares?”

“Maybe not the men in your line of work.”

The smile fades and he arches a brow. Oops. I crossed some line. I guess you don’t mention a mobster’s line of work.

I ignore the increased thumping of my heart. “Sorry. Is that something we don’t talk about?”

He makes me sweat for two beats then gives a half-shrug, like he decided to let it go. “I didn’t come here to ride your ass; I came to check on you. Make sure you’re okay.” He blinks those dark curly lashes that would be feminine except for the manly square jaw and aquiline nose. “Sounds like you’re having a hard time.”

The danger bell starts tolling in my head.

Never accept a favor from the Tacones. You’ll pay for it for the rest of your life.

That’s what my grandfather used to always lament. He borrowed from Arturo Tacone to start his business, and it took him forty years to pay off. But pay it off he did, and he was damn proud of it, too.

“I’m fine. We’re fine.” I straighten and lift my chin. “But we’d appreciate it if you’d hold your business meetings somewhere else in the future.” I don’t know what makes me say it. You don’t piss off a mob boss by insulting him or making demands. I definitely could’ve found a nicer way to make my request.

Again, he considers me for a moment before answering. My palms get clammy but I keep my head high and meet his gaze.

“Agreed,” he concedes. “We didn’t expect trouble. Junior regretted what happened to this place.”

“Junior pointed a gun at my head.” The words tumble out and crash between us. Too late to take them back.

“Junior would never hurt you.” He says it so immediately I know he believes it’s true. But he didn’t see what I saw. That moment of hesitation. The murmuring of his man beside him that I’m a witness.

He thought about killing me.

And then decided not to.

Gio catches my hand again and holds it, stroking the back of it this time. His fingers are large and powerful, making mine appear small and delicate in comparison. “That’s why you’re jumpy, huh? I’m sorry you got scared, but I promise you, you’re safe. This place is under our protection.”

I swallow, trying to ignore how pleasant his touch is. How nice it is to be soothed by this beautiful, dangerous man. I summon more bluster. “Maybe it would be better if it wasn’t.” My voice doesn’t come out steady. There’s a wobble to it that betrays my nerves. I clear my throat. “You know, if you just left us alone.”

I hold my breath, tensing for his reaction.

Huh.

If I didn’t know better, I would say my words hurt Gio rather than pissed him off. But he just shrugs. “Sorry, doll. You can’t get rid of us. And you’re on my watch now. Which means you’re perfectly safe.”

I want to tell him I’m not his doll and he can take his protection and fuck off, but I’m not insane. Also, some traitorous part of me wants him to keep stroking my hand, keep studying me like I’m the most interesting person he’s seen all day.

But I know all that’s a lie.

Gio’s a player. And my body’s response to his presence is dangerous.

Gio abandons my hand in favor of cupping my chin. “You’re mad. I get it. I’ll let you show me a little claw today. But we paid restitution to your family and will honor our commitments to this neighborhood and to Caffè Milano.”

His touch is commanding and firm, but still gentle. It makes the flutters in my belly grow more wild.



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