#Teaser from Filthy Marcellos: Giovanni #ComingSoon
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It's been so long since I shared a teaser from Giovanni on here, so why not? Everybody has that one person they can't stand, right? Meet Gio's ...

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Blurb:

Giovanni Marcello lives life by his own terms and has no intention of changing. As a Capo and the son of a mob boss, he knows what is and is not acceptable conduct. That doesn’t stop him from doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants to do it. The one thing he would never do is disobey the principles of La Cosa Nostra. That is, until he spends a night with a beautiful stranger.

He’ll break every rule for her.

Kim Abella has made some mistakes—no doubt about it. She’s paying for them by a forced marriage she doesn’t want to a man who suffocates her with his demands and abuse. After everything, she knew better than to get mixed up with another family, especially their youngest son. Then again, when she’s with him, he reminds her of who she is beneath the control that’s slowly killing her.

She just can’t leave him alone.

Being spoken for by a made man means Kim is off-limits, but Giovanni doesn’t play nice when it comes to taking what should be his. The only thing that might save them both from a bullet and a makeshift grave for what they’ve done are the very same rules they already broke.


Sometimes, love has to start out a little filthy.

Teaser:

There was only one thing Gio disliked about the Sorrento family. Or rather, one person. Maximo’s only son.
Come stai, Gio?” Franco asked.
Gio’s jaw twitched at his name coming out of that bastard’s mouth. “Bene. You?”
Politeness was a learned trait Gio’s mother had beaten into all of her sons, and he hated that this was one of those times when he had to be nice. There were too many important Mafioso there for Gio to tell Franco to fuck off.
“Not too bad. The last few months have been interesting. Certainly active, anyway. I can’t say I’m particularly bored. Sorry I missed Lucian’s wedding. I heard it was … large.”
“It was,” Gio replied.
Dante sat beside Gio in silence. No doubt his older brother was as tense as a board and ready to snap like a live wire if needed. History was a great predictor of future outcomes. If history had anything to say about the past interactions between Gio and Franco … this would not end well.
Franco Sorrento was a prick in the worst way. Entitled. Spoiled. Favored. Whatever someone wanted to call it, the man was it. Maybe Gio could handle his attitude if Franco would at least attempt to hide it sometimes. The guy tossed around his weight like he had a leg to stand on. Franco assumed his father’s history and more than deserved respect afforded him some leeway.
It didn’t. That shit was earned. Franco had not earned his.
Gio was five seconds away from reminding the asshole of that.
Franco also had a bad habit of running his mouth to people he had absolutely no control over. In his own damn family that shit might fly, but it didn’t when it came to someone else’s. That behavior had been going on for as long as Gio could remember, though.
Big time in Vegas didn’t mean a whole hell of a lot in New York.
It was unfortunate Antony was as good of friends with Maximo as he was, because Franco was in serious need of being knocked down a peg or two ... or maybe off his pedestal altogether. Gio would gladly be the one to do that.
“Stop acting like you’re going to jump out of your chair,” Dante hissed at Gio when Franco turned to listen to his own father speak. “Calm down, man.”
Gio’s dislike of the man across the table wasn’t a big secret.
“It’s a good deal,” Maximo told Antony. “Something new I’ve been trying, anyway. Your family dominates, so it’s only proper I offer you the chance to work it with me.”
“I’ll think about it,” Antony replied. “Feels small-time, though. You know how I don’t dabble in nonsense like that. Little pay for a lot of work. I’d have to situate someone in Vegas for a while. I don’t know who I’d be willing to send down there, never mind how that would work with them being on your territory.”
“But it grows fast,” Maximo said with a grin. “And we’d work out the rest of the little stuff like we always do.”
“I’d try it. Or at the very least, send someone down to scope it out for a month or two and see how it’s working,” Paulie, Antony’s consigliere, told his boss. “If nothing else, only watching before putting cash in means there are no losses for us.”
What in the fuck were they talking about again?
Gio had been so focused on keeping his cool around Franco that he forgot to pay attention to the people speaking. Clearly they’d moved on from New York’s territory lines and onto business dealings. Shit.
“Gio’s got some stakes in a few smaller casinos down there. Don’t you, man?” Dante asked.
Gio didn’t want his name being put into something he didn’t know about. And Vegas did not sound like fun at the moment. “What?”
“Chin up, Gio. You’re dropping the ball,” Franco said, a sneer playing at the corner of his lips.
Fuck off. Gio barely managed to keep those words inside his head and not flying out of his mouth. If looks could kill, Franco’s head would have made a nice piece of conceptual art on the wall behind him.

Gio always did appreciate good art. 
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