King of Wrath (Kings of Sin #1) by Ana Huang

“According to the society pages, you haven’t slept for the past month.”

Instead, he’d been partying it up around the world. Mykonos one day, Ibiza the next. His last stop had been Monaco, where he’d lost fifty grand at the poker table.

“Exactly.” He yawned again. “That’s why I need sleep.”

My jaw hardened.

Luca was five years younger than me, yet he acted like he was twenty-one instead of thirty-one.

If he weren’t my brother, I would’ve cut him off without hesitation, especially given the shitshow I found myself in thanks to him.

“Aren’t you curious why I called you here?”

Luca shrugged, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath my calm. “You missed your baby bro?”

“Not quite.” I retrieved a manila folder from my drawer and placed it on the desk between us. “Open it.”

He gave me a strange look but obliged. I kept my gaze trained on his face as he flipped through the photos, slowly at first, then faster as the panic set in.

Grim satisfaction passed through me when he finally looked up, his face several shades paler than when he’d entered.

At least he understood what was at stake.

“Do you know who the woman in those photos is?” I asked.

Luca’s throat bobbed with a hard swallow.

“Maria Romano.” I tapped the photo on the top of the pile. “Niece of mafia don Gabriele Romano. Twenty-seven years old, widowed, and the apple of her uncle’s eye. The name should ring a bell, considering you were fucking her before you left for Europe, as evidenced by these photos.”

My brother’s hands fisted. “How did you—”

“That’s not the right question, Luca. The right question is what kind of casket you’d like at your funeral because that’s what I’ll have to fucking plan if Romano ever finds out about this!”

The storm broke halfway through my sentence, fueled by weeks’ worth of pent-up fury and frustration.

Luca shrank back in his chair as I shoved my chair back and stood, my body vibrating at his sheer idiocy.

“A mafia princess? Are you fucking kidding me?” I swept the folder off the desk in one furious motion, taking a glass paperweight out with it. The glass shattered with a deafening crash while the photos fluttered out and onto the ground.

Luca flinched.

“You’ve done some stupid shit in your life, but this has to take the cake,” I seethed. “Do you know what Romano would do to you if he found out? He’d gut you like a fish in the slowest, most painful way possible. No amount of money would save you. He’ll hang your body from a goddamn highway overpass as a warning—if there’s even a body left after he’s done with you!”

The last guy who’d touched a woman in Romano’s family without his permission ended up with his dick cut off and his brains blown out in his bedroom.

The guy had merely kissed Romano’s cousin on the cheek. Rumor had it the mafioso didn’t even like his cousin.

If he found out Luca slept with his beloved niece? My brother would beg for death.

Luca’s skin took on a sickly green tint. “You don’t un—”

“What the hell were you thinking? How the fuck did you even meet her?”

The Romanos were famously insular. Gabriele kept a tight leash on his people, and they rarely ventured outside their family-controlled joints.

“We met at a bar. We didn’t talk long, but we hit it off and exchanged numbers.” Luca spoke fast, like he was afraid I would attack if he stopped. “She doesn’t have as many eyes on her now that she’s widowed, but I swear, I didn’t know who she was until after we slept together. She told me her father was in construction.”

A vein throbbed in my temple. “He is in construction.”

Along with nightclubs, restaurants, and a dozen other fronts for his dirty business.

If it’d been anyone other than Romano, I would’ve undercut Francis’s threat by paying them off or striking a mutually beneficial deal.

But unlike some businessmen who were short-sighted enough to entangle themselves in the underworld, I didn’t fuck with the mafia. Once you got in, the only way to get out was in a casket, and I would rather set myself on fire than willingly put myself in a position where I had to answer to someone else.

Francis wanted what my last name could bring him. Romano? He’d want every last dollar and drop of blood, even after he slit my brother’s throat.

“I know it seems bad, but you don’t understand,” Luca said, his expression tortured. “I love her.”

A terrible calm descended upon me. “You love her.”

“Yes.” His face softened. “She’s incredible. Beautiful, smart—”

“You love her, yet you’ve been fucking everything that moves for the past two weeks.”

“I didn’t.” Luca turned bright red. “It was an act to maintain my reputation, you know? I had to leave for a bit because her cousin ran away and her uncle was cracking down on the whole family, but we were careful.”

I had never been closer to murdering a family member.

“Apparently, not careful enough,” I snarled, earning myself another flinch.

I took a deep breath and waited for the explosive rage to pass before I sat, slowly and deliberately, so I didn’t reach across the desk and strangle my only brother. “Do you want to know how I got those photos, Luca?”