LOGINJon Moretti is a vicious criminal with a host of powerful enemies, including the notorious Polanksi family who will stop at nothing to exact their revenge. As Jon falls for Zoe Walsh, a naive waitress at the criminal club, SubTerra, the Polanski's find the perfect opportunity to avenge their brother. What they fail to realize is just how far Jon Moretti is willing to go for love.
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Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.
So, when people had warned Zoe about Jon, she had laughed. Not because she hadn’t believed it, but because they were hypocrites. They, themselves, conversed and associated with a vast array of these dangerous people. Hell, some of them were those dangerous people. It hadn’t mattered to Zoe anyway. She had had no intention of falling in love with Jon, but it had been inevitable. Her feelings for him had been an unavoidable tidal wave that had hit her with a force she could never have expected.
Cooped in a dingy train carriage, bars welded sloppily onto the windows and the door padlocked shut, Zoe realized all those people had been wrong. Yes. Jon was dangerous, but not in the way everyone thought. The dirt beneath her hands was damp, the lack of fresh air forcing the musty smell far up her nostrils. Curling her legs up beneath her, salty tears slipped down her pink-tinged cheeks. Her sniffling breath blew out coolly in front of her, a desperate attempt to calm herself down. The only sound permeating the quiet space was the intense thrumming of her heart, rattling against her rib cage. The eerie silence forced her to re-evaluate every decision she had made up to this point, analyze it, wonder if she would’ve done things differently.
She wouldn’t.
Jon Moretti was terrifying. He was a muscular monster of a man with dark eyes and a crooked nose. To most people, he was unforgiving; stern features on a hard face, but to Zoe, he was loving and gentle. He cared about her. It was obvious in everything that he did. Every single thing. There was not a fiber of her being that believed he could ever hurt her. Even now, somewhere beyond the steel bars and suffocating silence, in the midst of an unfeasible situation, Zoe felt her panic twist at the thought of Jon risking everything to save her. Because she had no doubt he would.
Only now, locked inside the makeshift jail cell, did Zoe realize exactly how dangerous Jon could be. The danger was found in the precarious enemies Jon had amassed over the years; their complete lack of regard for innocent human life, their sheer determination to get him, hurt him in any way possible.
The most dangerous thing about Jon Moretti was those who sought revenge on him.
Booker’s car swerved to the curb with a screech, scrutinizing Danielle’s bloodied face skeptically as she slid into the front seat. Knobbled fingers clutched the gun in his lap, as if preempting a sneak attack. Jon clambered into the back, cradling Zoe’s head in his lap.“She’s good,” Jon snapped, teeth clenching as he noticed the old man’s hesitation. “Fucking drive.”As the car skidded into gear, red-stained eyes traveled back to Zoe. He brushed chocolate waves away from her dark lashes, cautiously softening the harsh furrow of her brow. Salty tears continued to stream from shadowed eyes, his head dipping to kiss her clammy forehead. He had no idea how he had let this happen, no idea how he had managed to fail her so fucking badly. Blood smeared over her stomach, his messy attempt to stem the bleeding. His heart sank watching her eyes squeezing shut, agony marring the beautiful features of her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had made him feel alive for the first tim
Muffled voices penetrated through the ringing in Jon’s ears, the numbness flooding through his nervous system. Black eyes flickered toward the edge of the room, the cluster of women straightening themselves up. Alexis ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair, sliding the silver gun back into its holster. Danielle shuffled uncomfortably, hovering between Alexis and Zoe, unsure of what she was supposed to do now. Jon felt another tinge of sympathy. His gaze drifted to the now-prone Violet, blood pooling around her head like a red crown.Sighing, Alexis narrowed her eyes at her former friend, hidden beneath Jon as his hands pressed against her abdomen. “Kirsten, can you go upstairs? Tell Fletch it needs to be cleaned up down here.”Kirsten nodded stiffly, turquoise eyes darted towards Jon, her lip curling in disdain before she flicked her flame-red hair over her shoulder and disappeared down the corridor.Once the thuds of Kirsten’s boots stomping down the hallway petered out, Alexis
Terror etched itself in every line, every dimple of Zoe’s face as her navy eyes flashed towards him. The lift squealed as it lowered, clanging at the bottom for a moment before the doors slid open with a metallic wail. Sharp fingernails clenched into the skin of his arm. “They’re going to kill you, Jon. Why didn’t you stay away?”She was petrified. He could feel the clamminess of her palms against his forearms, and as he swept her behind his broad back, he could feel the accelerated thumping of her heart. He hated feeling powerless, and right now, he felt fucking incapacitated. Protecting Zoe would be fucking impossible once he’d been gunned down. Thrusting his hand into his pocket, he wrapped his fingers around his gun, preparing to shoot the newest leader of the Polanski family on sight.Shoes clipping against the concrete sent his heart racing, the feeling of Zoe’s fingers digging into his muscles keeping him grounded in rea
“How much longer do you plan on letting this go on for?” Violet snapped from over Alexis’ shoulder, hazel eyes boring daggers into the monitors displaying the sweet reunion with crystal clarity. Alexis sucked in a sharp breath, unable to stifle the grin tugging at the corners of her thin lips. He fucking came. She had finally hit the fucking jackpot. Behind her, a black boot tapped impatiently on the polished concrete floor. “Seriously, Alexis. What’s the plan? Why aren’t we fucking on our way down there now?”Alexis ignored her, furrowing her brow as steel green eyes remained glued to the screen. She watched with a furled lip as he entangled his fingers with Zoe’s, pacing over to the far side of the space, his free hand fumbling haphazardly across the walls. He was searching for another exit.“Kirsten,” she barked. “Call Danny and make sure the Plymouth exit is secure.”The sound of heavy boots clomping along the floor was all Alexis could hear before Kirsten’s voice pierced the ters
In the midst of their conversation, the waitress wandered over, apologetically alerting them to the imminent closure of the shop. Glancing around the store, Zoe was surprised to see it completely empty, even the furious typist leaving at some point. Through the large bay window, darkness blanketed
The warm, yellow lights of the coffee shop created the perfect toasty atmosphere to escape the cool winter chill. Zoe rubbed her hands together as she entered, removing her thick gloves and settling into a table at the rear of the café. The late night news hummed on the television to the left of he
The dial tone was broken by a soft-spoken voice. “Simon DeAngelo speaking.”A pang of guilt rippled through her at the knowledge she’d be leaving him short-staffed. “Hey Si, it’s Zoe. I won’t be able to make it in tonight. I’m not feeling the best.”A breathy grumble of frustration echoed through t
Soft kisses trailed against her stomach, leaving a sweet trail of moisture as the stubbled scalp retreated from view beneath the quilt. Subconsciously, her thighs widened, allowing his hulking frame space to nuzzle between. The heat of his breath mingled with the fiery warmth brewing in her center






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