Gillian Morgan has finally found her forever with John and Patrick. However, someone is trying to take that away from her, Will they succeed?

John Kenric is the happiest he has ever been, with his wife and best mate. If he can just kill the enemy before they get to his family, maybe he can finally find everlasting peace.

Patrick O’Malley has the woman he loves, and he and John are the closest they have ever been. He refuses to let his enemy take that away from him, even if he loses his own life in the process.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, reverse harem, Mafia romance contains graphic scenes and a theme of power exchange.

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“What’s your safe word?” he asked in a very thick German accent. “John wants to make sure you remember it.”

“Um…purple. Yeah, its purple.”

“That’s right. Remember, you can say the word anytime tonight. You ready?”

Gillian shook her head as the German guard knocked on the door of the penthouse and placed themselves behind her. Her body instantly came to life and she pressed her thighs together when Patrick opened the door dressed in only a pair of jeans. She could feel the electricity coming off him in waves as his eyes devoured her. Gillian allowed her own eyes to wander down Patrick’s muscular, tattooed chest to the undone zipper of his jeans that displayed a small piece of his happy trail. An erotic smile touched her face when she watched Patrick close his eyes a minute to try to gain control of his emotions.

“What do you boys want, and who the fuck is this?” Patrick asked, opening his turquoise eyes as they touched her face. “I thought we told you we didn’t want any interruptions tonight.”

“Sorry, Mr. O’Malley, but the officer here says she needs to speak to you and Mr. Kenric. We tried to stop her, but she’s a pushy broad.”

With a bored sigh, Patrick said, “How can I help you, Officer? Is there a problem?”

Straightening her back, Gillian walked up to Patrick and craned her neck to meet his eyes. “As a matter of fact, you can, Mr. O’Malley. My name if Officer Kitten, and someone reported what sounded like a woman’s screams coming from your suite. I would like to come in and take a look around if you don’t mind.”

Patrick chuckled as he stepped closer to Gillian so he could inhale her sweet, flowery scent. “Officer, I can assure you that the only screams coming from a woman in this room were the results of a well eaten pussy, but if you feel you need to come in, please do.”

Goose pimples ran up Gillian’s spine as Patrick towered over her. Her blond husband was the perfect specimen of man. She fought the urge to run her tongue across one male nipple as she looked at Patrick and barked, “I’m going to need you to step aside, Mr. O’Malley, and it would serve you well to treat me with respect. I am an officer of the law after all.”

“Come on, Pat!” Gillian heard John yell from inside the suite. “You’re holding up the game. Just slam the fucking door in their faces so they’ll leave.”

Pushing past Patrick so she could enter the hotel suite, Gillian looked around the room until her eyes connected with John’s. She saw him shifting uncomfortably as he walked toward her and knew John was fighting a sudden, large erection. John was also shirtless and looked just as delicious as Patrick. With a devious grin on her face, she said, “Well, if it isn’t the notorious John Kenric. You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?”

As John approached her like a tiger stalking its prey, he asked, “Who do we have here, Patrick?”

“Officer Kitten. Apparently, someone heard a woman screaming and the hotel immediately assumed it was in our room,” Patrick replied, running his hand up Gillian’s outer thigh before she turned and slapped his hand away.

“Keep your filthy paws off me, O’Malley,” Gillian shot off hotly. “I’m not one of your whores, so keep your hands to yourself or I’ll run your ass in.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, little girl?” John asked, yanking Gillian’s head by the chin so her eyes met his. “You’ll watch your tone with my brother, especially if you want to make it out of here with your clothes on.”

“How dare you threaten me!” Gillian replied, jerking away from John. She grabbed the baton hanging on her belt and put it in the center of John’s bare, muscular chest. “Don’t come any closer, Kenric. I know what kind of despicable low lives you and your brother are, criminals posing as legit businessmen. I ought to run you both in just for the fun of it. I’m sure there is quite the bounty on your heads.”

Pushing aside the baton on his chest, John towered over Gillian as he looked into her emerald eyes. God, he loved it when she really got into her role!