Dark Ties (Made Men #9) Read Online Sarah Brianne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Made Men Series by Sarah Brianne
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 146107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 731(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 487(@300wpm)
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“Swimming?” He laughed sardonically. “Is that what you call what you were doing?”

“I went swimming as a kid once, and I thought I was going to be a much better performer than th—”

“Once?” He caught what she had said and seemed like he was reaching the end of his rope on dealing with her bullshit. “You’ve swam once in your whole life, and you still fucking jumped?”

She matched his tone. “Well, I decided to take my fucking chances with the water instead of One-Shot!”

It was like when she said the mysterious name, she could feel the mob boss’ presence completely change.

He took a deep breath, his anger dissipating as he took his hand off her to push his own hair out of his face. “I suppose that was smartest thing you’ve done all day.”

“Wow, thanks,” she quipped, slightly wishing he had just let her drown if One-Shot was as horrible as he was making them out to be.

“Listen, Ms. Brooks”—Dante caught his own breath while giving her complete honesty—“if you’re scared of One-Shot, like you should be, than the safest place you could be is on that boat for the weekend.”

“Okay, fine.” She finally gave in to him, defeated.

“So, we have a deal, then, Ms. Brooks?” This time, he removed his hand from the floaty instead of the one attached to his arm that held her to it.

She stared at the tanned hand, wondering if she should take the deal with the devil in the middle of the ocean or take her chances with the one out there … But, hell, this man had jumped in to save her, after all. She supposed she could give him a couple of days.

Finally, she took his hand. “We have a deal, Mr. Caruso. But, please, call me Nadia.” There was no point in keeping up the pleasantries, as she had a feeling this was going to be the longest weekend of her life.

“Nadia,” he repeated her name before asking her to do the same. “Dante, then.”

“Dante,” she agreed, their hands still clasped together, but she suddenly found her hand being dropped as he motioned for them to be pulled in.

“Just promise me one thing.”

Nadia looked at him curiously, wondering what the hell he wanted now.

“Don’t ever try to swim again.”

Five

Dramatic Effect This—

The sound of water dripping on the deck could be heard from both her and Dante, from being drenching wet as they were finally pulled back onto the yacht.

“Have a nice swim?” Amo asked her with a smile.

Nadia shivered, too cold to get her smart comeback out before Leo’s remark.

“I’m not sure you could call that swimming.”

Just when she thought the youngest Caruso was nothing like his father … “That would have been funny, if your father hadn’t already made the same joke five minutes ago.”

Both Leo and Amo furrowed their brows together as they looked over at Dante strangely.

She was just about to ask them why they were looking at him like that when Dante addressed the small staff that had just helped pull them out of the water.

“I’m sure one of you can show Nadia to her room and find her something dry?”

“Of course.” A blonde woman in a white Polo stepped forward. “Please, follow me.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, falling in step behind her, but her steps weren’t the only ones she could hear as she turned her head to see Dante following close behind, holding his dry jacket and shoes that he must’ve taken off before taking his dive.

“I’d like to get dry, too.”

“Right,” Nadia said with a nervous laughter. She tried not to feel guilty for his current state, but she certainly was responsible for him being wet.

Continuing to follow the staff woman, she led them to what appeared to be an outdoor living room with a bar that looked like an oasis in the middle of the ocean. However, it was when they went through the huge sliding glass door that her mouth dropped to the floor.

It was the most beautiful living area you could dream of, and it was on a freaking boat! Whenever Nadia thought of a yacht, she imagined them decorated in white and gold, but this was clearly no ordinary yacht. The walls were matte black, and the furniture was a rich velvet in a navy color. You’d think it would make the yacht appear too small, but it actually made it beautifully intimate, especially with the sliding glass doors open so you could hear the peaceful sound of the ocean. Nadia just wanted to be dry, curl up on the couch, and read one of her favorite books while she watched a movie on the ginormous TV screen. And that was just the living room.

There was also a small indoor bar and gaming section that held a pool table. This yacht was insane, and she couldn’t begin to wrap her mind around not only the cost of something like this but the fact that it was just a “vacation home.” She would be shocked if it was used more than five times a year.


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