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Detroit Mafia Romance Book 5

Controlled by the Mob

by

Tami Lund

Cover Artist: Rebekah Ganiere

Editor: Julie Sturgeon

Published by: Tami Lund

Copyright: 2021 by Tami Lund

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CONTROLLED BY THE MOB

Detroit Mafia Book 5

Shannon Williams, aka Serendipity, is finally free from the mob family who held her prisoner since she turned nineteen.

Now she’s forging her own path, leaving that world behind. Along the way she meets Leo Beneventi, a man who works in the hotel industry.

Or so she believed.

But Shannon is about to find out that when the mob has you under their control, they never let you go.

Detroit Mafia series, in reading order:

Paid by the Mob (available exclusively as part of the Detroit Mafia Series Box Set, Books 1-3)

Trapped by the Mob

Freed from the Mob

Born into the Mob

Controlled by the Mob

Chapter One

With a scarf covering her bleached blond hair and oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, Serendipity lurked in the space between the drinking fountain and the door to the ladies’ restroom, watching Luca Russo and his lady love, Nina Sarvilli. They stood maybe fifty feet away, with Luca’s cousin, Marco, and some other woman who had a petrified look on her face and clung to Nina like she was a lifeline.

Luca, Marco, and Nina were all trying to pretend like they were calm, cool, and collected, while their collective gazes darted every which way, like wild animals caught in a trap.

Accurate.

An announcement about a flight boarding and a reminder not to leave your luggage unattended burst from the PA system, while waves of people flowed this way and that, trying to get from one place to another, as quickly as possible.

Nina separated from the group and made her way to the restroom, and Serendipity ducked her head and pretended to be engrossed with her blank phone screen. She counted to four and then followed. Finally, Nina was giving her the opportunity to do what she’d been mulling over since last night, when Davit had kidnapped Nina and locked her in that windowless room in the basement of the house that had once belonged to Davit’s parents.

Serendipity abhorred that room. Hell, she hated the whole damn house. The whole freaking family.

Nina didn’t enter one of the stalls, instead veering to a sink, leaning over, and splashing water on her face. After a few seconds, she reached blindly for a paper towel, Serendipity slipped the scarf off her head and the glasses off her face and hurried over to pull a bit of rough, brown paper out of the automatic machine and hand it to her.

“Thank you,” Nina said, blotting wetness from her face.

“Any time,” Serendipity replied.

Nina’s body went rigid.

 “Go ahead, open your eyes.”

Slowly, she did as she was told, gazing into the mirror, taking in Serendipity’s hair, slicked back into a bun—the paleness a sharp contrast to her dark, manicured brows—the heavy makeup, her stiletto heels, and insanely short and tight red dress. She was mildly surprised that Nina hadn’t recognized her standing outside the bathroom in this getup Davit had picked out.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d selected her own outfit. Or hair color. Those Grigoryan men had total control down to an art.

Stylish, with an edge of slut.

“Serendipity,” Nina said and then cast a furtive glance over her shoulder.

Serendipity shook her head. “Only exit is behind me.”

Nina opened her mouth.

“Don’t scream,” Serendipity said. “Trust me. That is not how you want this to go down.”

Nina sighed, her shoulders slumping. “So how do I want this to go down?”

Smart little mafia princess. If only Serendipity had been so smart once upon a time. Then again, she hadn’t ever been offered a chance to escape.

Until now.

“You want to get the hell out of Detroit and disappear, forever this time.” She paused, watched as Nina tried to process those words. “And making a scene at an airport is not going to get you there.”

“But doing what you say will?”

“Possibly.”

Nina straightened, then cocked her hip and crossed her arms, mimicking Serendipity’s posture. “How do you figure?”

This was it. All or nothing. Serendipity either needed to be completely honest—for the first time in her adult life—or she needed to walk away now, return to the life she loathed, and forget all about this pipe dream that had suddenly taken root in her head and left her sleepless last night while Davit snored away next to her.

She sucked in a deep breath, paused, and then exhaled slowly.

She would change the trajectory of Nina’s life.

And, hopefully, her own.

“Davit is out there right now, waiting to pounce. Before you reach that security line, he plans to confront you, and do it very loudly. In front of all the security cameras and all the cell phones that the gathering crowd will have set on record, he plans to out you as Nina Sarvilli.”

Gino Sarvilli’s daughter. The little girl who infamously disappeared seventeen years prior, along with her mother, her uncle, and all of the Italian mob boss’s money.

Nina shook her head. “If he does that, the only way I’ll be able to hide is if I have plastic surgery and move to a desert island