Reign of Pride
Dark Reign Book 1
by A.G. Kirkham
Genre: Contemporary Mafia Romance
Nero was born and raised to take over “La Famiglia”. It is his destiny. Along with this power
comes traditions, one being marrying a dutiful wife to have dutiful babies and raise them to
respect the ways of the family. It is a severe handicap to fall in love. Enemies take those you
love and use them to their advantage. Can Nero resist the youth and charm of Felicia or will
she be the downfall of his destiny? Can he lose all he desires by letting his heart rule instead of
his head?
Felicia always knew that she would be promised in marriage, but was assured by her father that
her future husband would be a man that she could fall in love with and would love her in return.
Instead, when an attack hits the school, Felicia grabs her friend’s hand and they run for their
lives. Her quick thinking saved them both and her reward, Nero. Felicia understands tradition
and the ways of the Famiglia but was not prepared to marry the next Capo. How does she
make a man made of ice fall in love with her?
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“I am rattled awake by the car jolting over potholes in the road. My head aches and when, I move
my head, I feel something oozing down my face. My hands are bound. I force my eyes open. I must be
dreaming. I blink to force the haze out of my mind and refocus. Zio Amate is in the front seat next to a
husky man.
“She’s awake,” the guy says.
“Fuck, I was hoping we could drop her off without her seeing me,” he exclaims, not even
acknowledging my presence.
“Doesn’t matter. When they’re done with her, she won’t be able to say your name,” says the
slimeball.
I start looking around and make an attempt to open the door. I would prefer taking my chances
rolling out of a moving car then what they have in store for me.
“Sorry, Felicia, that won’t work,” Zio Amate states, barely acknowledging my presence.
“Why? What did I do to you?” I probe, the throbbing in my head getting worse.
“You’re a casualty of war. It’s time for a change in La Famiglia. If Nero can’t control his men
and they end up shooting each other, and then he loses his wife to a rival family, the men won’t follow
him as a leader and Marco Moretti will be forced to give the title to someone else. Someone who’s
capable. I will petition the underbosses and I will win,” Amate says. “I bet your Nero is losing his mind
right about now. He’s going to lose his mind and his wife. He will not be able to control his emotions and
they will see him as the immature and incapable man that he is. Not a chance he will be the Don our
Famiglia needs.”
“He will come for me,” I vow.
“I hope he does. Then they will kill you both and I won’t have to endure any other problems.”
He turns his back to me while his sidekick sneers at me in the rear-view mirror. We drive for at
least another hour before heading down a dirt road to a secluded building. It looks abandoned but that
doesn’t stop the slimeball from hauling me out of the car. He grabs my hands and leads me like cattle to
slaughter while Amate leads the way into the building.
We are met by three men. Three lethal, hard, gorgeous men. Two of them are blond with blue
eyes. The one in the centre has wavy chestnut hair and smoke gray eyes. All extremely large, not fat, but
very big. They could crush me in an instant, but I refuse to cower. I am a Moretti; I will not weep or beg
for mercy.
I straighten my shoulders and walk with purpose. I keep my eyes forward and chin held high.
“I have delivered my part of the deal,” Amate declares. He pulls me forward by my hands and
throws me toward them. I stumble into one on the big guys, who grabs me before I hit the ground.
“I can see that,” says one of the other guys.
“You remember our deal. You do whatever you want with her, then you send her to Nero in
pieces. Fuck her, whore her out, whatever, just make sure that when she speaks her last words to Nero, he
knows that she has suffered,” he says.
I cringe at his words. I have heard what happens to women caught between feuding families.
“Don’t tell me how to do my job, Amate. I’m the Don of the Viale family; I shall do what I want
with her with no commands from you.” He looks me up and down. “You brought me battered goods. Is
this how you present a gift?”
“She put up a fight. We had to restrain her,” the slimeball says.
The Don turns his attention to one of the men behind him. “Sebastian, take Mrs. Moretti to the
waiting room.”
I don’t want to go with him, but my options are limited. I could make an attempt to fight, but
that’s only going to make me—and, therefore, my family—weak. I’m no match for these guys and there
are too many of them. I’m just going to have to brazen it out and hope Nero finds me before it’s too late.
But I will make him proud no matter what my fate.”

Excerpt from Reign of Pride

About the Author
I was born in a small town in Italy. My parents are loving people; and true traditionalists. I grew
up being a chatterbox of a child and evolved into a quiet and shy teenager. I was definitely not
the life of the party. As a matter of fact, I never wanted to go to any high school dances or any
activities the school offered. I was good with being alone. I had to grow into my own and I
eventually became the fun loving, open-minded and creative person I am now. I love the ‘me’ I
have become and I am grateful that this is where I have landed.
Writing is my release and I have escaped in my imagination to some incredible places meeting
the most awesome characters. I also wanted to be a rock star but anyone who has ever heard
me sing kindly convinced me that I do not have any talent. (In other words, I suck at it.)
Although I have been writing since I was in grade school, and I am a hopeless romantic.
Why I write romance? I thrive on two individuals connecting in mind, body and soul. The
understanding of wants and needs and placing them as a priority and not out of fear of losing
them or because you feel you need to concede; you do it because it feels easy and right in your
own heart.
My other passion is cooking! I enjoy making meals for my family and friends and bantering
around the table. I have colourful people in my life and they all add to my rainbow. I love music!
I like it all, depending on my mood.
And lastly, I love to travel. I want to enjoy all that life has to offer. I want to meet people, learn
from them and create the most fantastic, sexy love stories. If I can do this overlooking the ocean
and feeling the breeze wash over me then I have my heaven on earth.
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