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Cosa Nostra is the story of the DeLuca family, a notorious crime family in New York. Trey is the ambitious heir to the dynasty and Bela is the oppressed daughter yearning for freedom. Both of their lives are complicated when they meet Vincent, a man from a rival mob family. Vincent falls in love with Bela and wants to work for Trey, but are his motivations pure?
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An ambitious prince…
Trey DeLuca has it all. Heir to the dynasty his father, a notorious mob boss has built, he’s ruthless and determined to step into his father’s shoes. Until someone threatens to ruin it all…
A prodigal son…
Vincent Marcano walked away from his own life of crime five years ago. Now he’s back and wants in on Trey’s crew. Trey has no reason to trust Vincent—he’s from a rival family and has proved to be a traitor in the past, but the boss allows Vincent to join the team in spite of Trey’s protests. But Vincent’s keeping a lot of secrets…about where he’s been, why he’s back, and the fact that he’s in love with Trey’s younger sister, Bela. Desperate to prove his loyalty to Trey, Vincent plays a dangerous game of cat and mouse that threatens to expose his relationship with Bela and the truth about his past.
And the only girl who could come between them…
The daughter of a mob boss, Bela has grown up to hate organized crime, but she loves Vincent enough to overlook his decision to join her brother’s gang. His mission will test her beliefs, strain their relationship and turn her world inside out. As Vincent becomes more embroiled in the mob’s dark world, the threat of exposure heightens. Can Bela continue to be with Vincent, knowing her love could sign his death sentence?
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Vincent stood in front of Sal’s desk, a gunman on each arm. “Vincent Marcano,” Sal said in an amused tone. “Never thought anyone in the city would see you again. Truth be told, I thought you were at the bottom of the river.”
“Not yet,” Vincent replied dryly.
“It’d serve you right.” Sal leaned back in his chair, gazing evenly at Vincent. “Tell me, what makes a man run out on his own family?”
“To understand, I guess you’d have to know my family the way I do.”
Sal didn’t respond to this. He stayed eerily quiet.
“I get it,” Vincent said, stepping forward. “I left my family, so why would I want to work for yours? Why would you trust me to work for yours? Well, the reason is simple. The enemy of my enemy. As long as we have that in common, I swear you my undying loyalty.”
“Those are big words, kid,” he said.
“I know,” he replied.
“I saw the security footage from the docks,” Sal said finally. “You’ve got moves. And you showed real stones today. I see no reason you can’t continue to prove yourself.”
Trey’s instinct was to protest, but he made sure to stay quiet until he could speak to his father alone.
“I’ll do anything,” Vincent said, like a praise-craving lap dog.
“We’ll get to that.” Sal stood from the desk and started walking around it. “For now, everybody give me a minute with my son.”
The people cleared from the room without another word. Trey gave Vincent a steady, even glare as he left.
Sal leaned against his desk while the door closed. Trey waited for his father to be the first one to speak up. This was both out of habit and respect.
Trey and his dad resembled each other in many ways, but the most obvious was their looks. They had the same jet black hair, although Trey didn’t keep his quite as short as Sal did. They shared identical dark, hardened eyes. And both of them wore a non-stop poker face of intimidation and callousness. It was safe to say that Sal had groomed Trey in his own image, but Trey had never minded. That was what sons were for; to please their fathers and eventually step into their shoes. And Trey made it a point to be the best son he could be, even if that meant he had to sell his soul to do it.
Finally, Sal broke the silence, “How’s the arm?”
Trey shrugged, and even though the movement hurt, he didn’t show it. “Doc patched me up,” he said. “I’m good as new.”
“Good,” he said. “You did good today too. You almost caught that truck.”
“Almost,” he said.
“Just be faster next time,” he said with a dismissive wave.
There was a moment—just a fraction of a second—where this caused Trey to feel a twinge of shame, as if he’d let his father down. In a way, he had. This had been his chance to show he could handle the big jobs and the problems that came with them. And instead, he’d been upstaged by his enemy. “Listen, about the Marcano guy—”
“Fishy, isn’t it?” Sal’s expression turned thoughtful and suspicious. “I don’t trust him, either. Can’t trust a man who turns his back on his own family.”
“That’s what I said,” he said. “So why are we letting him in? Wouldn’t it be better to use him to send a message to the Marcano family?”
“You want to what, shoot him and leave him on their doorstep?”
He nodded. “Maybe in pieces.”
Sal chuckled, but a glimmer of pride marked his face, too. “My crazy, trigger happy boy,” he said. “All rage and no vision. He’s more useful alive than dead.”
Trey still didn’t agree with this, but kept his mouth shut out of respect.
“Just thinking about the look on Tony Marcano’s face when he finds out his oldest son is working for me makes it worth the risk that he’s a rat.” His father smirked with amusement and then pushed himself up off his desk. “You’re in charge of breaking him in,” he said. “Make him earn it, too.”
“Gladly,” Trey said, straightening his shoulders. This was the best news he’d heard all night.