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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1.

  Chapter 2.

  Chapter 3.

  Chapter 4.

  Chapter 5.

  Chapter 6.

  Chapter 7.

  Chapter 8.

  Chapter 9.

  Chapter 10.

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12.

  Chapter 13.

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16.

  Chapter 17.

  Chapter 18.

  Chapter 19.

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Free Bonus

  Other Books By The Author

  Ruthless

  A Dark Billionaire Romance

  By

  Anya Palvin

  © Anya Palvin 2017 All rights reserved.

  24 year old Ciara successfully got her doctorate in Science and Medicine, and to celebrate this victory, they decided to go on a trip to Italy together with her two best buddies. She plans to open and run her own private practice in New York in just 3 weeks’ time.

  That same trip, she witnesses a murder and sees a man bleed to death after receiving countless gunshots all over his body. She wasn’t able to discern his attackers, but the man who seems to be their leader happened to see her, and for the first time in forever he was fascinated.

  To what measures is that man willing to go, just to have Ciara in his hands?

  Find out in Ruthless; A Dark Billionaire Romance.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1.

  Chapter 2.

  Chapter 3.

  Chapter 4.

  Chapter 5.

  Chapter 6.

  Chapter 7.

  Chapter 8.

  Chapter 9.

  Chapter 10.

  Chapter 11.

  Chapter 12.

  Chapter 13.

  Chapter 14.

  Chapter 15.

  Chapter 16.

  Chapter 17.

  Chapter 18.

  Chapter 19.

  Chapter 20.

  Chapter 21.

  Chapter 22.

  Chapter 23.

  Free Bonus

  Other Books By The Author

  1.

  Italy is really one of the most beautiful places here in planet. She’s effortlessly beautiful especially during fall season, when the weather is windy and gloomy but that's what makes it so captivating. The ancient historical buildings which hold more than just a story to tell seem more like paintings at this time of year.

  They stayed at Hotel Quirinale, a 4-star hotel in Rome where her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle paid everything including their hotel stay and travel expenses as a prize for her becoming a doctor. Hotel Quirinale is one of the most distinguished hotels in the area and is known for its great prestige and reputation.

  "Ci, room service!" Danny shouted from the living room of their 2 bedroom suite. A towering Italian waiter entered the room pushing a dessert cart. Danny passed over to him, and opened the cart. "Hm…this looks good, huh." Danny scoops in, stuffing his face with chocolate cake among other sweet things. The waiter leaves the cart behind and heads back to the door.

  Danny is the son of an international investor, thus having the best things in life is too ordinary for him. He's a Caucasian, having 5"10 in height with an average body type. He has a deep blue eyes and a black short hair.

  His boyfriend Tom is also best friends with Ciara. Tom is a six-footer model and he already had posed for Calvin Klein, Movado, Dior and Macy's, thanks to his pretty face and good body. Actually, it’s not just your ordinary ‘pretty face’ for he looks like the younger version of Brad Pitt---a total replica of his character in the movie TROY. Well structured, bulging muscles, shoulder length blonde hair, tantalizing eyes, and sun-kissed unscarred skin---a complete work of perfection.

  "Is there a coffee cake?" Tom asked stickinghis head out from his room. Danny winks at him. "Why are you asking for coffee cake anyway? You have a photo shoot next week, and you’re not allowed to stop by on gym for our last night here in Italy." Danny takes a huge bite of a 3 layered red velvet cake with cheesecake icing. "I'll eat and sacrifice myself for you." He says with his mouth full, and Tom rolls his eyes. "Where's Ciara?" Tom asks looking around the suite. "I thought she was in her room." Danny says shrugging, unconcerned. "She didn't come back yet? It's already 8:30. How long does it have to take to go to that library or museum or wherever she’d been and get back here? Are you sure she didn’t lose her way?" Tom worries, and Danny laughs out loud. "Calm down, I'm sure she's fine. Ciara's been here before on numerous timeswith her parents. Trust me, she's not lost." He convinces Tom. "Besides, isn’t it a good thing she’s not back yet?" He winked again, but this time it's followed by a teasing smile curved on his lips. Tom smiles, and without hesitation, he lifts his white T shirt over his head, and makes his way over to Danny.14

  ...……

  The National Roman Museum is the most visited museum in the world. It was founded in 1889 and inaugurated in 1890, the museum’s first aim is to collect and exhibit archaeological materials unearthed during the excavations after the reunion of Rome to the Italian Kingdom. This isCiara’s third time and it still fascinates her every time she sets a foot in here.

  She's standing in the middle of a showroom admiring a piece by a British sculptor Anish Kapoor. Ciara is a sweet 24-year old brown-eyed brunette having born with a golden spoon in her mouth. They say she has a good fashion taste for her outfits seems to be always perfect, but little did they know, it was all thanks to her gay best friends and their keen fashion sense. Chanel riding boots, Levi jeans, Calvin Klein tank top, Burberry scarf, and a Moschino leather jacket. Her hair is up in a tight bun, with a light makeup but heavy mascara on, her eyes look absolutely beautiful right now.

  She went to Penn State University and now she's a doctor about to open her own practice in New York City, and the head doctor for rounds at several hospitals across the country. Many admire her for that and some asked why she bothers to do all the study when she could live and not be bothered by stuff.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? The museum closes in 10 minutes. Thank you so much for coming." A soft girly voice with a French accent says over the intercom. "Ugh, already?" Ciara’s reluctant to exit the building when she realizes she's the only one left in that showroom.

  "Must I do everything myself?" Choker angrily shouted as he madly glared at the four hit men standing in front of him. They're in a warehouse owned by Choker and his father. They both run and deal away guns and bombs to several countries including the American army, the US Navy, and the Russian Army. But occasionally, there are always some messy unexpected mishaps, and they didn’t call him Choker for nothing. He won’t let a single mistake be passed and any reason is just an excuse.

  Choker stands 6"3 with dark chest length hair tied down into a low ponytail, and savage green eyes. He's in great shape, he's incredibly handsome, but he's also impatient, ruthless, selfish, arrogant, dominant, and dangerous. He clothed himself only designer’s clothing, especially on his suits. He's wearing a dark blue Versace suit right now looking absolutely delicious in it if he’s not only too dangerous to touch. His mother is British, Cuban and Russian, and his father is Italian. So it’s safe to say he encounters no problem with the language barriers. He speaks several languages fluently, but he has a British accent since he grew up and spend most his childhood and teenage life in London. His father handed him his father’s company two years ago on his 25th birthday, and he did greater than what
was expected from him. He's a cold-blooded manipulator, an incredible negotiator and on some occasions a pretty good date to women who are turned on by his unusual lifestyle. He detests the idea of commitment and promises, and distances himself from anything or anyone that may convince him otherwise.4

  "I'm sorry, boss. There were too many civilians in the restaurant, and he left with hostages; a woman and her child." A blue-eyed muscular guy says in a deep brute voice with a Russian accent. His head’s down and too afraid to meet Choker’s angry eyes. "Do you know what I think right now?" Choker asks with his eyes narrowed and clenched teeth. The four men in suits frozen on their feet with their head still bowed deeply down, ashamed and afraid to look him in the eye,unsure how to respond to the question, not wanting to upset him more.

  Against better judgement, Sammy the only Italian in the group decides to respond. "Boss, I don't see any problem with it. We may not able to do it today, but we can stilldo it tonight."

  Bad move Sammy----at least that's what the other three guys had been yelling at him in their minds, after he idiotically shows himself with such unwise words in front of a still upset Choker.

  Choker walks calmly from his desk over to Sammy and brushed his shoulders with his straight face; the other guys quickly stepped back. In a flash Choker grab the cable ties from his pocket and quickly wraps it around Sammy's neck forcing him to his knees, pulling as hard as his muscles would allow. Sammy gushed and gasped for air, his eyes dark and dilated with fear and his whole flesh tremble furiously.

  He lets go of the cable ties after roughly calculating it’s time to let go and release Sammy’s already dead body to the floor. "Anyone else have something to say to me?" Choker asks looking at the remaining three men but no one said a word. "Answer me!" He yells like a mad man, his voice almost scares the wall. "No, boss" they answered in chorus. "Good. Now go put a bloody bullet in that fucking rat's head. Don't come back until it's done." He orders and they all leave his office quickly.

  He rolled his eyes as he glanced over at Sammy’s lifeless body on the floor. He pressed a buzzer under his desk and the three new guys in suits entered the room. "Clean this up" he orders not even bothering to glance at it, and just like that they drag Sammy out.

  As soon as the men left, his leggy blonde secretary walks in. "Sir, your father is on line 1." She informs him in a sweet flirty tone, while her grey eyes tries its best to entice him,not caring about the dead man who was just dragged outside the room she’s currently in."Take themessage I'm busy." He answers in cold voice. "Yes, sir" she says heading for the door. "Jenine" he calls her name with urgency and desire. She turns around and he eyes her from her head and down. "Close the door." As soon as he gives the order, a mischievous smile breaks his lips. She obeys and makes her way over to his desk biting her lower lip.

  Ciara stroll the streets of Italy, passing kissing couples, wishing fountains, spontaneous painters, florists, pizza shops and beautiful ancient buildings. The ambiance is nothing like what most movies portray... it is way better.

  "Taxi?" A driver yells from the sidewalk as she walks by, but she shook her head.

  She can’t afford her last moments with Italy be cooped up in a taxi. It's really a beautiful starry, breath-taking night and a good time to have a walk.

  She walked down the busy streets happily as her GPS leads her way until it leads her to a lonely alley."This must be a short cut to the hotel." She murmurs to herself checking her iPhone 6 plus again. The GPS shows that the hotel is 2 minutes away. She tries swiping the screen but it's frozen. And suddenly she heard gunshots were fired. She hurriedly ran to the sidewalk to quickly hide behind a dumpster. She heard the squeak of car wheels, and then the dead silence took over. After quite a while, she looked up and down the street, and found no sign of the shooters, except of the man who’s lying in the middle of the road. "Oh my god" she gasped rushing to the strangers aid, her doctor instincts kicking in, wasting no time, but it was too late. She held his bloody body in her arms as if she had known him her whole life, closing his open eyes as she dials the police for help.

  Choker stood frozen in the shadows as he quietly watching her care for a complete stranger. He came to ensure that the job was done with no mistake this time.

  "That man doesn’t have any living relatives nor does have a girlfriend. So who the hell is she?" He wonders to himself.

  All he could think about is finding out who she is.

  It’s really maddening and alarming to find himself feeling jealous to that dead man she’s holding when he doesn’t even know her at all.

  He continued to observe how incredible she handles the situation not emotionally but professionally, as if she's used to dead bodies and gunshot wounds. She's not the least bit scared, maybe she feels pity towards the dead stranger, but no, she is definitely not afraid.

  The sirens interrupted him, and he was forced to walk away before the police arrived and swarmed the streets.

  So disappointing...he could've stared at her forever.

  2.

  Her last night in Italy didn’t go as planned. Instead of enjoying her last moments, she stayed up all night packing and talking about the incident. She had to give a statement at the police headquarters and sit through a long miserable interview of really silly questions before they allowed her to go.

  Why were you there?

  - (uh I already told you, I was walking back to my hotel.)

  Why didn't you take a taxi, why would you walk alone so late at night?

  - (Why is the sky blue? Are you serious? I spent all day in the museum, and the rest of my vacation was spent at vineyards and in the hotel room. It's my last night, so I want to savour my last moment here in Italy. I decided to stroll around. Is it that bad to enjoy walking?)

  So you're saying you were walking your way back to your hotel room when you happened to be in that alley where a man got shot? Do you know that, that’s the same man who leaked information to us about a very important and dangerous gangster? And you telling me you just show up in there and he’s dead?

  - (I'm telling you I walked from the museum and the GPS lead me to the alley. I heard a sound of gunshots and a man is dead. In my opinion, if he leaked information about a gangster to the police no offense but you all should’ve expected this from the very start!)

  So you've never met the man before, yet you stayed with him as if you knew him.

  - (I'm a doctor. I was trying to rescue him. I don't know how things are run here but in America, we actually have a heart.)8

  The officer laughed, amused by her statement.

  Your government is nothing but bullies and traitors.

  - (Are we done here?)

  No. You still haven't told me why you were on that street.

  - (Are you deaf? Or am I talking to a wall? I told you I was walking back from the museum. Are all Italians this stupid? Can I please speak to someone with more than two days experience?)

  She insulted the officers left and right. Her frustration grows each passing minute as the interview scene keeps playing back to her mind.

  ...……

  Choker called in to ask for a ‘small favour’ at the police station since he has a few men on his payroll. "There's an American being questioned...let her go." He hangs up before the person on the other line could say its response. After a few minutes, she exits the station and walks down to ride a taxi.

  "So they just let you go?" Danny asks loudly as he’s munching his popcorn anticipating the next thing she will say as if he’s watching his favourite crime movie. "Yes. One minute they were bombarding me with stupid questions and the next thing I know is I am walking outside and into a waiting cab. Oh, come to think of it, I didn’t even call a cab and when I tried to pay, he said someone already did for me and drove off before I could ask him who." She explains. "Why didn't we go with you, we could've had an adventure too." Danny dismayed at the supposed adventure he missed. His lawyer instincts are kicking in, he would've enthusiastically be at th
e crime scene to examine all the evidence. Tom ignores them both and continues to packhis stuff for tomorrow. His boyfriend and his best friend are drawn to chaos and danger. And he left the two for their talk. The only danger that was tolerablefor himis watching other models OD on cocaine or get sick from diet pills.2

  Choker owns a 6-acre estate in Venice with a 50, 000 square foot mansion in the middle. A horse barn, swimming pool, grotto, monkey zoo cage, 50-car garage and a helicopter pad. Overlookingthe mountains, meadows and of course the valley. All these fascinating and breath-taking view can be seen from his room upstairs.

  Getting there will take 5 hours and 9 minutes approximately from Rome, but his helicopter gets him there in half the time, cutting out traffic and annoying major roads.

  His mother lives there with him and she’s the centre of the universe for him. No matter how much she dislikes his chosen lifestyle and career choice, her mother is the source of his ultimate support and comfort. She from time to time gives advice since she's been married to a Mob boss and philanthropist for 25 years. Her assistance and great advices are one of the reasons he runs the business smoother and with less drama, and it helps him greatly not to repeat the same mistakes his father took during his time of rule.He's an only child of his mother, though he has 5 other siblings on his father’s side. All while he was still married to Choker's mother. Maybe that's the root reason why he's so conflicted by the idea of commitment. He never had a good example to follow.

  Besides, his mom is his favourite girl, no other girl has the ability to demand his attention like that...until now.

  "Mum" his British accent is so damn sexy, even if he only uttered one word. "Right here, sweetie." His mum called from theirenormous sitting room. His house looks like a giant Roman castle, and the furniture is as magnificent as it gets.

  His mom's name is Julia Prince, a 5"5 woman inher early 40's with a familiar pair of green eyes, dark beautiful hair and soft fine-textured and white skin. "Nice suit, dear." Julia compliments him as soon as he enters the room. He smiles and kisses her hair gently and joins her on the gold framed couch.5