A Debt To Pay (Leone Legacy #1)

Prologue

Alessandro

I ’ve spent today how I spend most, collecting what people owe me. Currently, I’m streaming the feed of a bloodied man in my basement, claiming he has the money to pay us back. I call bullshit. He wouldn’t be here if he had the money. It’s the same shit every time from these people. The Leone name is big enough in Philadelphia they know what they’re getting themselves into. At least they should.

My family deals out and collects on debts. That’s what we’ve done for generations—sports, racing, politics, personal loans, anything that will bring in money. We always collect and we never lose track of what’s ours, except for one debt. The one that’s been in my family for generations. One signed by my great-grandfather and never collected. One that every generation has been hunting down since it was set in ink—the little red mark on an otherwise perfect paper.

I silence the feed, bored with the repetitiveness of the day, ready to bang my head against the desk when my second in command, Marco comes in. I can tell by his energy that he has something important. Something potentially life-changing.

“Alessandro, man, I fucking got it!” Marco says, cocky as ever, with arms wide and a smirk on his face.

“Got what, your STD results? Gabby give you the clap again?” The smirk on his face fades, replaced with annoyance.

“No. And that was one time. Fuck that bitch. No, I have it. I have her .”

“You’re not telling me?” I question him.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

“Give me that.” Snatching the envelope from his hands, I scan the paperwork Marco brought in and know he’s right. All the information my family has been hunting down for decades. She’s right here, under my nose, since my grandfather sent me to America from Italy to expand the family business.

I pull out the picture of her, my cock twitching as I study her features. Beautiful waist-length wavy brown hair, shining hazel eyes, full lips, and enough thighs for a man to snack on and always be satisfied. I adjust my hardened dick, pleased to know even though she’s business, at least part of me is happy she’ll be mine.

Luciana Bonacci, the collection to her family’s debt.