He’s torn between having her to himself and protecting her from himself.
Sometimes loving someone means setting them free...
Find out what happens in a sneak peek of Bordello,
Nikki Ash's #NEW Mob Romance!
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Sometimes loving someone means setting them free...
Find out what happens in a sneak peek of Bordello,
Nikki Ash's #NEW Mob Romance!
NOW LIVE & ONLY $0.99!
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The room is dark and quiet. Even though I know at least one person is home, it’s calm. I try to stay relaxed but it’s hard. It’s during quiet times like now, my heart starts beating erratically and I know if I don’t get what I need soon, I will have a full-blown panic attack. You would think I would welcome the quietness but the problem with the quiet is, it’s like the calm before the storm. My brain goes into overdrive wondering what will happen once the storm arrives. How, with each storm, I’m destroyed little by little, and one day the storm will be so strong, it will leave nothing but destruction in its wake.
Laying on my bed—which is nothing more than a mattress on the ground with a single sheet and pillow—with a worn-out copy of my favorite romance novel open, I try to focus on the words, but I can’t. My hands are shaking and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. It’s been quiet for too long. I read the same line three more times and give up, closing the book. I remember when I begged for the book, saying I needed something to do down here in the quiet isolation. He forced me to earn that book in ways I can’t even bring myself to think about. Now I can’t even concentrate long enough to finish reading a book I have read dozens of times. At first, I lived in fear, my brain conjuring up the worst-case scenarios. Now that I have lived them, it’s hard to switch my brain off. The drugs help. I know I have become addicted to them, but when it’s the only way to shut your body down, the addiction doesn’t matter. Survival is all I know now.
I hear the front door slam shut and know he is home, and by the way he is stomping around there’s a good chance he is pissed about something. I close my eyes and pray he won’t come down here. There’s nothing he can give me that is worth the consequences of him coming down here. His assistant, Derek, is the only person I need. He gives me the drugs I crave to calm my nerves. He will make my hands stop shaking, my heart stop beating so loudly, and he will help my body and mind turn off. Derek gives. Weston on the other hand, takes. He takes and takes from me, and at this point, I feel like I have nothing left to give.
The door creaks open and a bright light shines through. I quickly cover my eyes. I can’t even remember the last time I saw light other than through the small slats in the windows that give off just enough natural light for me to read my book. My world which used to be a bright canvas has been stripped of all color. The heavy footsteps make each step creak as a shadow makes its way down. When I see it’s Weston, my heart plummets.
Take.
He’s here to take.
Not give.
Laying on my bed—which is nothing more than a mattress on the ground with a single sheet and pillow—with a worn-out copy of my favorite romance novel open, I try to focus on the words, but I can’t. My hands are shaking and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. It’s been quiet for too long. I read the same line three more times and give up, closing the book. I remember when I begged for the book, saying I needed something to do down here in the quiet isolation. He forced me to earn that book in ways I can’t even bring myself to think about. Now I can’t even concentrate long enough to finish reading a book I have read dozens of times. At first, I lived in fear, my brain conjuring up the worst-case scenarios. Now that I have lived them, it’s hard to switch my brain off. The drugs help. I know I have become addicted to them, but when it’s the only way to shut your body down, the addiction doesn’t matter. Survival is all I know now.
I hear the front door slam shut and know he is home, and by the way he is stomping around there’s a good chance he is pissed about something. I close my eyes and pray he won’t come down here. There’s nothing he can give me that is worth the consequences of him coming down here. His assistant, Derek, is the only person I need. He gives me the drugs I crave to calm my nerves. He will make my hands stop shaking, my heart stop beating so loudly, and he will help my body and mind turn off. Derek gives. Weston on the other hand, takes. He takes and takes from me, and at this point, I feel like I have nothing left to give.
The door creaks open and a bright light shines through. I quickly cover my eyes. I can’t even remember the last time I saw light other than through the small slats in the windows that give off just enough natural light for me to read my book. My world which used to be a bright canvas has been stripped of all color. The heavy footsteps make each step creak as a shadow makes its way down. When I see it’s Weston, my heart plummets.
Take.
He’s here to take.
Not give.
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MORE ABOUT BORDELLO
Giovanni's life has been mapped out for him since birth. Born into the mob it's all he's ever known. Dalla nascita. Per sangue. Famiglia. By birth. By blood. Family.
But when he stumbles upon Aria, everything he's embraced and accepted about his life gets thrown out the window.
Without thinking, Giovanni kidnaps Aria in order to save her but is it considered saving someone when the life you're bringing them into is just as deadly?
Now he's torn between having Aria to himself and protecting her from himself.
Giovanni's life has been mapped out for him since birth. Born into the mob it's all he's ever known. Dalla nascita. Per sangue. Famiglia. By birth. By blood. Family.
But when he stumbles upon Aria, everything he's embraced and accepted about his life gets thrown out the window.
Without thinking, Giovanni kidnaps Aria in order to save her but is it considered saving someone when the life you're bringing them into is just as deadly?
Now he's torn between having Aria to himself and protecting her from himself.
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Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she's not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book.
Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out. - Pam Allyn
While reading and writing are her passions, her two children are her entire world. You can probably find them at a Disney park before you would find them at home on the weekends!
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