Glitter & Greed
(Brooklyn Brothers, #4)
Publication date: August 31st 2021
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
We are the Rossettis.
The exiled sixth family” of the New York mafia. Were the good guys.
People dont fear us…much. They respect us.
The five of us? Were the Brooklyn Brothers.
And we protect whats ours.
Dont ask me what made this girl different, what made her stand out. Im not proud of it, but it wasnt exactly my first ever lap dance. The last thing I expect is for the same woman Ive been obsessing over for two months to waltz right into my gym.
Catalina Cat” Vasquez is the most alluring, sensual woman Ive ever met. She has secrets, and I want all of them. Its the only way I can protect her. Because it seems Im not the only one whos been looking for her.
Just my luck that I would fall for a woman who has connections with the Mexican cartel. Who would have thought her stalker would be the same man whos about to wage an all-out war on my turf?
Im a fighter by nature.
I fight for whats mine.
And Im not about to lose to someone who wants to steal Cat away from me.
If he thinks his guns will save him from my fists, he came to the wrong city.
Cat hadnt seen me sitting at the bar yet, and I had no clue what to expect when she eventually did. I had no say in anything she did with her life, so shed have every right to have my ass kicked out of that club. There had only ever been one outcome by showing up there.
That Id be one step closer to insanity.
An arm belonging to one of the rowdy drunks near the stage suddenly shot out and wrapped around Cats middle. She had to quickly balance her tray of empty glasses when he roughly yanked her onto his suited lap.
I immediately looked toward the security guys standing near the entrance, but the two bouncers were trying to break up a heated altercation between two customers and were distracted by their shouting to pay attention to her. There was a no touching rule at this club, even if it wasnt always strictly enforced. If they threw out every single guy that patted one of the girls on the ass, they wouldnt have any customers left.
This was a whole lot of goddamn touching.
Cat tried to push to her feet, but he pulled her right back down. It was the first time Id ever seen her smile waver with uncertainty. She normally wore a mask of indifference—or numbness—when she worked at Rumors. It was like nothing got to her. Nothing made her wobble.
This motherfucker was bothering her.
You could see it stamped all over her face. The way her mouth tightened, her shoulders stiffened. She was gripping her tray like she was seconds away from whacking him over the head with it.
Id had enough. The dumbass was lucky Id restrained this much and hadnt already dropped him.
Downing the rest of my beer in two gulps, I slammed the glass onto the bar and moved in their direction. Even the nearly obliterated guys who were a few sips away from passing out on the floor got out of my way. They knew by the look on my face not to fuck with me. I was still several feet away when Cats head jerked in my direction, as if she sensed my presence.
Her eyes widened in fear.
The action irritated me. The last thing I wanted was for her to be afraid of me. But then I realized…
She was afraid for him.
Shed already seen me in action. She knew what kind of damage I could inflict.
I came to a stop right next to the son of a bitch in the rumpled suit. His four buddies around the table were just as sloshed as he was but all shrank back in their seats at the sight of me. His hand still had a firm grasp on Cats waist as his glazed eyes slowly ticked up to me.
The next dance is mine,” I grated in a menacingly low voice.
He glared through half-lidded eyes. Oh, yeah? You already pay for it?”
He reached into his pocket and threw down a one-hundred-dollar bill.
I snorted in both disbelief and fury.
Did he really think that was all she was worth? A measly hundred bucks? As padded as my bank account had gotten over the last year, Id never possess enough money for what she was worth. Her value went beyond money anyway. To reduce her to a dollar sign was fucking insulting.
I pulled out my entire money clip and threw it on top of his bill. It was thick and heavy, and all you could see were hundreds.
His eyes widened. He swallowed nervously.
Yeah, motherfucker. And Ill keep going.
Hell, Id bankrupt the asshole before I let him think he could ever have a moment of Cats time. In fact, he had approximately three more seconds to get his fucking hands off. And that was me being generous.
Luka Rossetti was not fucking generous.
Melanie grew up in the Midwest, but she loves living in the Southeast (where the beaches are!) now with her husband and daughter.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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