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Determined to bring order to the Syndicate, she has been working for months to clean up the business her father’s people ran. Working tirelessly, spending every waking hour working, she has been trying to clean up the mess left behind by her father.
Keeping herself busy is the only way to keep the ache in her chest at a minimum. Since Nico’s death, she has done whatever she could to get on with her life. It is only at night when she falls into sleep that the gut wrenching ache returns.
She can still see his face, can still smell his scent, can still feel his hands on her body. Angelica knows he will always be a part of her. All that she can focus on is remaking her father empire and getting revenge on the people who had ruined her life and taken Nico from her.
One night, things change when she wakes and finds Nico in her room. At first, she wonders if he’s a spirit, but as his scent fills the room, Angelica knows it’s him, knows that he’s real and there are secrets he has to share.
Before she can process that he’s back, before she can deal with the anger she feels towards him, her house in under fire. Everything that Angelica holds dear is in danger. A hit has been put on her head and her brothers. They fight back and escape but know that their fight isn’t over.
They have to cut off the head of the snake that is Raneiro. Angelica is faced with a choice, however. Is it more important to live a life worth living or get revenge?
Only time will tell…
Once again, my meagre plot summary doesn’t do a book justice. It does nothing to capture the urgency, the passion, the danger that this book holds. There are books you merely read and then there are books like Lawless that you live through, every word thrumming right through you.
I was wowed by this book. I had no idea how Michelle would follow up Fearless but Lawless is by far the best book in the trilogy. That has a lot to do with Angelica’s character development. She goes from a woman along for the ride, fighting alongside Nico to a woman who has taken charge of her own life and knows what she wants and needs to do.
No longer is she a woman who is afraid of where her life is going. Instead, she chooses the direction with Nico by her side. She has to work hard to heal her heart and herself. Angelica has to make some important decisions in Lawless and those decision deepen her character development.
More than that though, the passion has been ramped up high and set on high. I thought that Ruthless and Fearless were hot reads, but they don’t even hold a candle to Lawless. The passion between Angelic and Nico is so intense, so absolutely all consuming, that it sets the book aflame.
I loved everything about this book. The story, the passion, the secondary characters. I loved it so much that I immediately wanted to go back to the beginning of Ruthless and start Angelica and Nico all over again.
Spice up your life with Lawless, the thrilling conclusion to the Mob Boss trilogy! Michelle always impresses me with her novels but The Mob Boss trilogy has a special place in my heart.
You don’t just read this book, you live it.
behind our eyes.
Solitary inside ourselves,
the darkness is
total until we
breathe life into
thought and dreams,
until we shape
letters into syllables
and syllables into
so many words.
We shatter the
darkness that we
find inside of
ourselves until the
darkness becomes fragmented
and filled with
cracks. Through all
of those cracks,
we can see
light shining, waiting
to pour from
us in art,
in words, in
music, speech or
song. They are
the lights which
chase the darkness
away. When the
light shines strongly
enough, others will
be drawn to
it, others who
are filled with
their own kind
of light, so that
we are no
longer alone.
it is like the first time.
When I wake,
I see the halo
that surrounds your head.
It twinkles like gold stars
and the stars rain down
upon you, surrounding me
as I lean in to kiss you.
Every time I kiss you,
it is like the first time,
filling me up with light
that makes me feel as if
I am filled with wishes
waiting to be granted
when your lips touch mine.
Every time you take my hand,
the same thrill runs up my arm,
and it pulses as our energies
entwine and combine,
filling me with light
that is brighter than
the light I carried when alone.
Every day with you
is like the first day.
Every moment with you
is like the first moment,
filled with anticipation,
infused with a wish that
entices the air with
stars and light
to grow brighter
and more vibrant.
You are timeless to me,
and though the love between us
is young, it feels like a love
that has spanned the ages,
stretching across time to grow
only when we found each other.
It’s as if a seed was planted,
biding its time,
waiting to stretch
across the sky to fill it with stars
and stardust.
When we met,
that star was given the life
that it needed.
Now we are following
that glorious star as we
continue to grow and love
each other more every day,
throughout time and space.
the lobby of my
building when one of
my neighbours stopped me.
“How are you?”
She asked with genuine
warmth. The smile on
her face was like
the sun on a
dark and dreary day.
“I’m doing fabulously.”
I said. She laughed
and the sound was
like wind chimes singing.
“I have to ask you. I was passing by your apartment the other night and heard the most beautiful music. What were you listening to?”
I ran through the
music I kept on
my phone, thinking she
might have heard some
of that. She shook
her head with each
song that I played.
“No, it wasn’t that. It was more melodious more ethereal. Much more happy.”
She reached down to
touch one of my
legs. I heard music
playing in the air.
It was loud and
very harsh, like glass
being broken on pavement.
The string section was
all screeches and scratches
that sounded like knives.
“No, that’s not it either.”
She touched my head
and the music that
filled the air sounded
as if it belonged to
a dramatic movie, full
of cellos and sweeping
movements. She looked at
me with her head
tilted to the side.
“You’re some sort of creative person aren’t you?”
“I’m a writer. How did you know?”
“Because only a creative person lives with that kind of music inside them.”
She went to touch my
chest I reached
out and held her
hands gently in mine.
“What are you doing? How are you making that music?”
“Why, you’re the one making the music. Every part of the body has its own symphony, if you’re quiet enough to listen for it.”
She slipped her hands
out of my grasp
and placed them on
my chest near my
heart. The air was
filled with the most
beautiful music. Full of
harps and strings and
melodious wind instruments It
was at once beautiful
and mysterious as it
was like nothing I’d
ever heard before.
“There you are. That’s what I was hearing. What were you doing last night?”
“I spent last night with my partner.”
I told her and she
smiled at me kindly.
“We weren’t doing anything in particular. It was just enough that I was with him.”
“That’s heart music.”
She said. I looked
at her quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
“When the heart is most happy, that is when its song is the purest.”
She went to go into
the elevator, but looked
back at me, smiling.
“You keep letting your heart sing, you hear me?”
I nodded and my
thoughts turned to him.
Already, I could hear
my heart starting to
sing.
already shining bright.
Slowly and with care,
you helped to encourage,
to shape and to define.
Now as you move on,
we are brighter and
more vibrant than before
because of you. We are
the galaxy and you are
the comet, heading towards
your future. You leave
a trail of stardust
behind you so that
we can chart your path
across the sky.