[COMPLETED]
Book 1 in the Del Rosso series
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"I have three words for you Ace Del Rosso. I hate you."
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River Arccadi is the Spanish mafia Donna and has been ind...
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She's making me feel things I've never felt before. I can't get her out of my fucking head. She's my every waking thought and it's driving me crazy.
I haven't thought about another women ever since we kissed because she's the only one I want. And I know it's wrong feeling like this given our pasts but I can't help it.
I have this need to always protect her. I always want her in my arms and the thought of another man's hands on her makes my blood boil.
Fuck, even seeing her gorgeous smile makes my heart all jittery and shit.
She doesn't even know how much she has me wrapped around her fucking finger.
"Can you carry these in for me?" River asks, handing me her luggage.
"Sure." I reply, pecking her cheek and taking the suitcase from her. See.
"Thanks, amor." She grins, walking inside the hotel. We made it to Vegas not to long ago.
"Yeah, you're whipped." Theo says from beside me, patting my shoulder with a stupid smirk on his face.
"Fuck off." I scoff and follow River inside the hotel.
"Who's whipped?" Alea asks, walking beside Theo.
"My man right here." Theo says, ruffling my hair as he smiles widely.
"Don't touch me." I grimace and push him away as he chuckles.
"Only River can do the touching, ain't that right Ace?" He winks at me and walks ahead of us.
"You disgust me." I call out to him and in response he sticks his middle finger up at me.
"Damn, you really are whipped." Alea teases, looking down at the bags I have in my hands.
I roll my eyes and stand beside River, who was getting our room cards. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, seeing that she only got three cards instead of four.
She hands Theo and Alea their cards so they walk over to the elevator doors as I turn my attention to River.
Once they were out of sight, she grips on to my suit jacket and tugs me towards her, "I got us the room on the top floor." She whispers against my lips, smirking up at me.
I drop the luggage and wrap my arms around her waist, "Yeah?" I say lowly, brushing my lips against hers.
"Mm." She hums as I lean forward.
Just when her lips were about to touch mine, she smirks and pulls away. She tells the receptionist to have our bags brought up to our room and then she intertwines our hands together, leading me towards the elevator.
