BENNETT MAFIA BY TIJAN
SUMMARY:
There were always
whispers about my roommate at Hillcrest Academy.
The wealthiest of the
wealthy sent their kids to our boarding school, and Brooke Bennett had been at
the top, though I never quite knew why. She was fun and outgoing, but she kept
quiet about her family. The only things she showed me were photographs of her
brothers.
I became fascinated with
her second-oldest brother. Kai Bennett.
He was the most
of them all. Smoldering. Hypnotic. Alluring.
Kai had eyes that pulled
me in and a face that haunted my dreams.
Then I met him.
He came to our school
with their father, and that’s when I learned what kind of family Brooke
came from. They were mafia, and Brooke’s oldest brother was dead. Her father
said accident, but Brooke said murder.
Three months later, her
father died, and Kai became the head of the Bennett Family. Brooke left
Hillcrest for good, and that was the last time I saw her.
Fourteen years later,
I’m staring at her face on the television. Brooke is missing.
Well… Christ on a cracker!
Tijan is one author that shocks me every single time! The way she writes a
story is nothing short of perfection! It’s amazing! Kai and Riley are just
everything I could have wanted and then some! I have a bit of a weakness for
mafia books. The danger and sex that that oozes out of these pages is
everything! Everything about Bennett Mafia is strong and fierce. Riley may be
my favorite Tijan female character ever. She’s so strong. She has this uncanny
ability to make her people amazing and fierce. The writing in this story is
topnotch. It’s rough and hard. But it’s all so worth it!
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an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was
not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just
that... my opinions.
TEASER: Excerpt
From:
Tijan. BENNETT MAFIA
“I felt his pulse too. It was as
fast as mine.
“You may hate me. You may loathe
me.” His hand slid back from my neck and moved down agonizingly slowly, between
my breasts to my stomach.
I gasped, and he slid his hand
under my pajama shorts until they rested over my clit. I surged upward at his
touch, my head falling back, everything in me starting to tremble.
One of his fingers dipped inside of me. “But
you goddamn want me.” And with that, a second finger joined his first and he
took hold of my tank, his mouth slamming down on mine.”
EXCERPT #2
I woke in a bed
with the softest sheets I’d ever felt, and drool. So much drool.
It took a second
for me to catch up, but once I did, I bolted upright with a gasp.
It was pitch-black
outside.
Glass doors. The
same modern bedroom with an entire apartment just beyond the doorway and the soft glow of a light on in the other room.
I was in Kai
Bennett’s room, in his bed.
Could I close my
eyes, go back to sleep, and wake up in Oz? Was that an option? I’d take it in a
second if so.
The sound of a
page turning came from the next room. Then I heard a chair push back.
Soft footsteps
came until he stood in the doorway.
The light was on
behind him, casting him in full shadow, so I couldn’t see any details except
his very trim and toned silhouette.
Why’d someone so
evil have to be that good looking?
“Why’d you take
me?” I shifted to a sitting position, pulling the sheets around me and noting
that I was in a different shirt and wore boxer briefs over my underwear. He’d
changed my clothes.
That was low on
the list of problems, but… “Where are my clothes?”
He let out a soft
and tired-sounding sigh. “You stumbled going into your room and hit your head.
My brother didn’t notice the blood trickling down your back, but my guards did.
They alerted me.” He nodded. “Your clothes were bloody. They had to be
changed.”
Now that he
mentioned it, my head was pounding.
I touched the back
of my head and hissed, feeling a large bruise. The fact that I hadn’t noticed
that spoke volumes. I was too consumed by everything else.
And speaking of
that, on to my second question. “What do you know about 411?”
He answered
without hesitation, crossing his arms over his chest and propping one shoulder
against the doorframe. “I know they helped hide you and your mother. I know
they’re relatively new, but they’re effective. They have heavy funders backing
them, and I know they set up one man for murder, who is now in prison. I know
your employers might mean well right now, but they are dangerous.”
I blinked a few times,
taking that in.
I winced on the
inside when he mentioned the frame job. That had been an operative who went
rogue, but no one fought to defend the guy.
I scowled. “He
tried to murder his wife.”
“But he didn’t.”
I snorted. “You’re
sticking up for the one slightly innocent monster? You?”
Watch your tone, Riley. You forget who
you’re talking to.
I could hear my
mother’s voice admonishing me, and I bit my lip as soon as the words were out.
It was too late, though. I waited, watching to see if this infamous murdering
monster would come toward me now.
He didn’t move,
just murmured, “You are not a good enough fighter to speak like that to me.”
That same shiver
went up my back. There was a deadly warning in there too.
I swallowed over a
lump. “I’m sorry.”
But was I? Was I
really?
He had murdered.
Cord. His father. Brooke?
I frowned. “You’re
looking for Brooke? That’s why you kidnapped me?”
“Among other
reasons, yes.” He lifted his head again, straightening from the doorframe and
taking a step toward me. Just one step—enough to be imposing, slightly
intimidating, but still giving me space to breathe so I didn’t scare away.
He was so
measured, so calculating.
“My sister
contacted you the day before yesterday. I want to know where she is.”
All the oxygen
left the room, and my head started spinning again. “You think—what? No.”
“Yes.” His voice
was hard now. Gone was the subtlety. “Brooke asked me to keep tabs on you. She
cares about you. You work for a network that specializes in helping people
disappear, and I know she was desperate. She went to you; I know this much.”
He took another
step toward me.
I sat up
straighter, rolling to my knees and then to my heels, ready to spring if I
needed to.
Another step.
He squatted next
to the bed so he was level with me, and now I could see him. He’d shifted out
of the shadows, and I saw how fierce his eyes were. They blazed with anger and
determination.
His perfect lips
barely moved as he grated out, “You will tell
me where she is.”
I swallowed again.
The lump in my throat had doubled in size.
He wasn’t going to
take no, but I had to try. “Before I saw your sister on the news, I hadn’t
really heard much from her since you drove her away from Hillcrest. I swear to
you that’s the truth.”
His eyes narrowed.
“I know you know where she is, but don’t worry. If you won’t tell me, I know
others who will.” He stood abruptly and went back to the main room.
I scrambled out of
bed and padded after him.
I wasn’t prepared
for what I saw. I don’t think anyone could’ve been.
I thought he had
been reading a book, maybe looking over files for his business. I’d been
sleeping in his bed, and he was waiting with a glass of wine beside a fire.
Something cozy like that.
I was so wrong.
As I got to the
doorway, I saw them, and someone started screaming.
It was me.
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