His: Dominic by Fiona Murphy

His: Dominic by Fiona Murphy
Series: Sabatini Family #1
Genres: Mafia Romance

Any minute I’m going to wake up from this nightmare. Being tied up and thrown in the trunk of a car doesn’t happen in real life. Except the silk tie around my wrists feels very real. And my father, Johnny Conti, the head of the Outfit, is telling me to be a good girl—that I’m to be the wife of the man who tied me up and has me over his wide shoulder.

Some women might swoon over gorgeous Dominic Sabatini with his blue eyes, dimples, and muscled body in a silk suit. Not me. Those are just distractions from who, what he really is: a ruthless killer with blood on his hands and ice in his veins.
There is no way Dominic could actually want to marry me. A virgin, curvy, buried in an all-girls Catholic boarding school for most of my life and seventeen years younger than him. He’s marrying so far beneath him it’s absurd.

No to all of it. Tomorrow I’m going to marry the man of my dreams, a nice, kind accountant. I’m going to have the safe, boring life I’ve always longed for. I have to escape this nightmare. But Dominic growls I belong to him and he keeps what is his.

This a mafia romance with dark elements.

While this is the first book in a series it is a standalone and does not end in a cliffhanger.

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This is my first book from Fiona Murphy and I must say I enjoyed this so much! Dominic was such a great character and loved learned all about him. He’s a Capo in The Outfit and son of Anthony Sabatini. He is, for all purposes, the quintessential mafia guy. He has women whenever he wants them but has also done things to help “the family”.

while Regina’s father is Johnny Conti, now the Don of The Outfit. She is the mafia princess who feels as though she doesn’t belong. She was sent to Italy as a child and didn’t return until her father sent for her once he is dying.

These two have very different lives within the same group of people and family for the most part. Watching them figure out how to love one another and be together was a joy.

It hits me. I’m not getting out of this. I won’t be able to get away from Dominic Sabatini. Not today, a month, or even a year from now. If somehow, some way I got away, he’d find me. I have no idea why instead of scaring me, the realization thrills me.
 
No, no. Fear shakes me out of my reverie. I can’t just give up. There has to be a way. There is always a way, isn’t there?
 
I startle at the knock on the bathroom door. 
 
“Regina, get moving. I’m starving. I want to grab something to eat then get back on the road.” 
 
Looking down at the dress, anger at Dominic and myself fuels me. Today was supposed to be my wedding day, this is my wedding dress. I refuse to make this easy, for either of us.
 
Hands shaking, I put on the pretty white lace bra and plain cotton white briefs. Forcing my fear down, I slip into the white dress.  
 
When I open the door, Dominic is standing by the door leading out of the room, carrying his leather duffle. His eyes go cold. “Change.”
 
“No.” I’m defiant, refusing to back down from the dark energy vibrating around him. 
 
He drops the duffle and crosses the room in all of three steps. A hand goes around my throat and my stupid body betrays me, going instantly limp against him. “Take it off or I will.” 
 
I shake my head as much as I can. I blink and holy fucking crap, his other hand finds the neckline and tears it from my body. We’re both breathing hard and fast. The hand around my neck lets me go and fucking shit, I stumble into him. His hands wrap around my arms as he catches me close, his mouth at my ear. Hot air is sliding down the skin of my neck and I can’t fucking breathe. 
 
“You are mine. You belong to me. I can make you tremble in ecstasy or fear. The decision is yours.”