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Book: X-394
Series: A Scarsi Family Novel
Author: Dee Garcia
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Synopsis:

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Falling for him was never the plan. I knew better.
But the heart wants what it wants.
Loyalties will crumble… Secrets will come to light…
One destined to fall forever.
The clock is ticking, and as Daddy always says…
Time is of the essence.
Will love prevail?

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X-394 by Dee Garcia was hot, sexy, and deliciously dark! It was truly addictive, that completely blew me away. Eden Scarsi is a woman you don't want to mess with. ~ The Romance Rebels

Wow!! Dee does not disappoint X-394 is full of romance and action that will keep you swiping your kindle screen to find out what will happen next. ~ Goodreads Review

Wow!! Dee does not disappoint X-394 is full of romance and action that will keep you swiping your kindle screen to find out what will happen next. ~ Hot BookBoyfriends

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Prologue


“Please d-don't,” the older man stammered the moment I lifted a lace-gloved hand from over his mouth.
With my blade still pressed to his neck, I brought my lips a hairsbreadth from his ear and hissed, “Careful, Mr. Williams. You move but a millimeter, and you'll be gasping for air.”
“I need more time. Please,” he begged, his body rattling against mine in pure fear.
I chuckled darkly.
They all say that.
“You've had more than enough time. Not only has my father granted you several extensions, he's spared you the consequences when you failed to meet your deadlines. But now you're playing games, John” - I bore down the knife with a bit more pressure - “and Daddy doesn't particularly enjoy being toyed with.”
“I'm s-sorry!”
“Yeah,” I cooed. “I bet you are. Unfortunately, sorry isn't going to clear your debt, and your time seems to be exhausted. I'm sure you have an inkling as to how this ends, right?”
“Please, d-don't do this. I have half stashed away at home. I-I just need one more extension and then…”
I thrust the blade between his lips, tearing the corners of his mouth ever so slightly, then yanked his head back against my shoulder. “Ehhh, wrong answer.”
Wide, panicked brown eyes met mine, unshed tears bubbling just at the surface, waiting to be set free.
“Why so sad, Mr. Williams? Doesn't debt-free sound so…liberating?”
He nodded frantically.
“Exactly, so you should be happy I'm offering you even a spec of said freedom, after all you’ve done. Think of it this way…if I don’t kill you, my brother will come for you. And his tactics are…well, they’re infinitely worse than mine. Now let's turn that frown upside down, shall we? You want to look your best when Satan welcomes you home,” I said, amused, dragging my weapon from one side of his face to the other in a perfect, bloodied smile.
A garbled moan echoed from his throat as pain began amplifying the effects of his fear, and in my world, it was one of the most satisfying sounds to be heard. Music to my ears, if you will.
I took a moment to admire my handiwork. The new addition to his mug wasn’t deep, but that was the point. It merely served as my signature. Well, one part of my signature, anyway. I'd cross my T’s and dot my I’s here in the next few minutes.
“Please, please don't d-do this,” he stammered again, in yet another feeble attempt to save his life.
I rolled my eyes. The pleas never got old. The bastards behind them, however, did. John Williams knew he'd wronged my father - more like, stolen from my father - and here he was, thinking crocodile tears and a handful of stuttered excuses would clean his slate. Just like the lot of them. They all begged, and it wore my patience thin.
I clamped a gloved hand over his blood-streaked mouth once more. “This will be quick. Close your eyes and count to ten.”
John shook his head silently and I nodded without an ounce of remorse.“Go on. One…two…” I encouraged.
“Three, four,” he mumbled against my hand, a single tear trickling down his cheek.
“Five… Rest in peace, Mr. Williams,” I said softly.
And then I jammed the blade straight into his throat, very slowly wielding it to one side, watching in fascination as he gasped, and a bright stream of crimson began pouring down the front of his spattered white dress shirt. When his head fell to the side, I tossed him onto the bed without care and wiped the blade clean on his slacks before holstering it at my thigh and sauntering out the door of his suite.
Approximately two minutes later, I was sliding into the driver's seat of my black GranTurismo, mentally checking off another mark from my never-ending list.
Two hundred ninety-eight...
The engine roared to life and I took off for the other side of town, the chirp of my phone grappling my attention as I merged onto the highway. Pulling off my gloves, I threw them into the passenger seat and hit a button on the steering wheel to connect the call.
“It’s done,” I said by way of greeting, already knowing who the caller was.
“Excellent. Job well done as usual, little sister,” my eldest brother, Alessio, praised me. “I'll send the boys ASAP. You know Pa is going to be pleased about this one.”
I smirked, imagining his face. “Yeah, I know. Tell him I'll be there soon.”
“Will do. Drive saf-”
Without another word, I ended the call and cranked the volume on the radio, dropping my foot on the gas as the last twenty minutes of my life replayed vividly in my mind.
The question I’m certain you're dying to ask is, who am I?
Well, I'll tell you, as long as you can keep a secret…
My name is Eden Scarsi.
In simplest terms possible, I'm death personified.
It's a dirty job but someone has to do it, especially when my father is gracious enough to lend out his hard-earned money. There are deadlines, of course, and sometimes these loanees have no sense of time.
But time is of the essence.
What happens when they miss said deadlines, you ask?
Daddy sends me.
And I'm the last person you want knocking on your door. Except I don't knock. I don't make a fucking sound.
They don't call me The Silent Reaper for nothing...

About The Author

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Dee Garcia is a voracious fan of romance novels and a long time lover of the written word. Her mission is to craft unique, compelling stories that will give her readers a place to briefly escape the trials and tribulations of everyday reality. With headstrong heroine's who don't need a man to stand on their own two feet, Dee hopes to leave her mark in the Indie world, one plot twist at a time.

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