Angela Bissell – The Sicilian's Secret Son (страница 1)
His heir revealed...
And he’ll protect what’s his—with a ring!
Luca Cavallari is a man who always gets what he wants. So when he uncovers the existence of his hidden son, he’s determined to whisk his new family away to his sprawling Sicilian estate. Convincing gentle Annah Sinclair won’t be easy...but denying their still-fierce attraction is even harder! And Luca knows there’s only one way to truly claim Annah and his son—marriage!
ANGELA BISSELL lives with her husband and one crazy Ragdoll cat in the vibrant harbourside city of Wellington, New Zealand. In her twenties, with a wad of savings and a few meagre possessions, she took off for Europe, backpacking through Egypt, Israel, Turkey and the Greek Islands before finding her way to London, where she settled and worked in a glamorous hotel for several years. Clearly the perfect grounding for her love of Mills & Boon Modern! Visit her at angelabissell.com.
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The Sicilian’s Secret Son
Angela Bissell
ISBN: 978-1-474-08764-3
THE SICILIAN’S SECRET SON
© 2019 Angela Bissell
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollins
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Contents
DINO ROSSINI SAT FORWARD, an ugly sneer on his face. ‘You’re making a mistake, Cavallari. You think this is what your father wanted?’
Seated behind the desk in his late father’s study, Luca Cavallari met Rossini’s angry stare with a steady one of his own. Glancing away—even blinking—would show weakness, and this man, like all bullies, preyed on those he considered weaker than himself.
It was why Luca had just fired him.
‘What my father wanted ceased to matter the day he died,’ he said. ‘We do things my way now.’
Rossini’s expression darkened. ‘The old ways—’
‘Will not be tolerated. I made that clear two months ago.’ A warning his father’s security chief had blatantly ignored. Disgust turned Luca’s voice rough. ‘What you did yesterday was indefensible.’
‘He stole from you,’ Rossini said, as if that justified his brutality.
‘You should have called the police.’
Rossini laughed, the sound harsh. Mean. ‘This isn’t New York. You think a fancy suit and haircut gets you respect?’ He shook his head. ‘America made you soft, Cavallari. Here, when someone steals from you, disrespects you, you don’t call the police. You teach him a lesson.’
Anger sent Luca surging to his feet. He leant forward, planting his fisted hands on the desk. ‘A
‘What about my men?’
‘They’re fired, too.’
Rossini stood, another sneer distorting his face. ‘It won’t be easy replacing us.’
‘I already have.’ Luca punctuated the fact with a hard, satisfied smile. ‘There are two men outside the door waiting to escort you off the estate.’
Rossini’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of mottled red. He strode to the door, shot Luca one last belligerent look, and stalked out.
Luca stood and moved to the window behind the desk. Outside, in the bright glare of the Sicilian sun, two large, muscular men accompanied Rossini to where his black sedan was parked. He got in, gunned the engine and sped off, the car’s tyres spitting gravel and kicking up a cloud of pale dust. Luca watched the vehicle vanish from sight.