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  Becoming her Salvation

  A Zanetti Famiglia Novel

  Hayley Faiman

  Hayley Faiman Books, LLC

  Contents

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  Italian - American Mafia Structure

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Epilogue

  Becoming her Ex

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  The End

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  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Becoming her Salvation

  Copyright © 2021 by Hayley Faiman

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  Men of Baseball Series—

  Pitching for Amalie

  Catching Maggie

  Forced Play for Libby

  Sweet Spot for Victoria

  Russian Bratva Series —

  Owned by the Badman

  Seducing the Badman

  Dancing for the Badman

  Living for the Badman

  Tempting the Badman

  Protected by the Badman

  Forever my Badman

  Betrothed to the Badman

  Chosen by the Badman

  Bought by the Badman

  Collared by the Badman

  Notorious Devils MC —

  Rough & Rowdy

  Rough & Raw

  Rough & Rugged

  Rough & Ruthless

  Rough & Ready

  Rough & Rich

  Rough & Real

  Cash Bar Series —

  Laced with Fear

  Chased with Strength

  Flamed with Courage

  Blended with Pain

  Twisted with Chaos

  Mixed with trouble

  SAVAGE BEAST MC —

  UnScrew Me

  UnBreak Me

  UnChain Me

  UnLeash Me

  UnTouch Me

  UnHinge Me

  UnWreck Me

  UnCage Me

  Unfit Hero Series —

  CONVICT

  HERO

  FRAUD

  KILLER

  COWBOY

  Zanetti Famiglia Series —

  Becoming the Boss

  Becoming his Mistress

  Becoming his Possession

  Becoming the Street Boss

  Becoming the Hitman

  Becoming his Wife

  Becoming her Salvation

  Prophecy Sisters Series

  Bride of the Traitor

  Bride of the Sea

  Bride of the Frontier

  Bride of the Emperor

  Astor Family Series—

  Hypocritically Yours

  Egotistically Yours

  Esquire Black Duet Series –

  DISCOVERY

  APPEAL

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  Standalone Titles

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  Italian - American Mafia Structure

  Boss – The head of the family. Usually referred to as Don or “Godfather.”

  Underboss – The second in command usually appointed by the Boss.

  Consigliere – Advisor to the family. Low profile and can be trusted. Used as a mediator for disputes or representatives in meetings with other families. Usually stockbrokers or lawyers.

  Family Messenger – Passes messages between family members and the Boss.

  Street Boss – Buffer position between the Boss and Capos. Head of the Caporegimes. Runs the day-to-day operations.

  Caporegime (Capo) – Sometimes called Captain. In charge of a crew. There are up to nine crews in each family each with around ten soldiers.

  Soldier – Members of the family, can only be of Italian background. They are associates who have proven themselves.

  Associate – Not a member of the mafia, but instead, an errand boy.

  Prologue

  SALVATORE

  “Help me,” Abriana whispers.

  Her voice is in the wind, a whisper that comes to me in my dreams. Sitting straight up, my body wet with sweat, I wipe my brow. Pinching my eyes closed, I inhale a deep breath in an effort to calm my racing heart.

  “Fuck,” I hiss.

  Looking around my room, I glance at the bedside clock and let out a growl. Three fifty-two in the morning. Every time I have this dream, I wake up drenched in sweat at the exact same time.

  Three fifty-two ante meridiem.

  Fucking hell.

  It’s too late to go back to sleep and too goddamn early to do anything other than hit the gym.

  Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I bury my face in my hands and inhale a deep breath once again. My heart is still racing, just like it always does when I have this dream. Abriana. My little sister, the person that I was born to protect, and I couldn’t do it.

  I cou
ldn’t keep her safe.

  I failed her.

  I still don’t understand why she was in that BDSM club, why she was selling herself for nothing more than a little chump change. I would have given her everything. Not only did I give her an allowance, more than most college girls get, I also paid for her room and board in the city. Abriana was my world, and she could have whatever her heart desired.

  And yet, it wasn’t enough. She still sold herself and got mixed up as a Made Man’s comaré. The wrong fucking Made Man’s sidepiece. He fucked her over, then he killed her.

  Murdered her.

  I could have brokered a marriage with a good and decent man. I could have and would have done anything for my little Abriana. She never would have suffered that fate had she come to me. All she had to do was come to me.

  Standing from my bed, I walk into the closet and grab some workout clothes. Fuck this, I’ll never get back to sleep now. Dressing quickly, I make my way to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face before I slip my shoes on and grab my phone.

  Looking down at my cell phone, I’m tempted to call for a guard, then remember that Maci no longer lives with me. There is nobody here to call a guard for, nobody but me and my fucked-up head here any longer. Clearing my throat, I shove my phone in my pocket and I head out on a run.

  I need fresh air, I need to breathe, and I need to exhaust myself. Being tired is the only way that I can even manage to work during the day, otherwise my mind wanders to Abriana.

  Maybe there is something wrong with me that I can’t stop thinking of my little sister, but she wasn’t just my little sister.

  I raised her.

  She was like my own child and she was killed because that fuck couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. He fucked her, then he knocked her up, then murdered her when she said she wouldn’t abort the baby. He didn’t just kill my sister, he killed her baby, too. That piece of shit deserved every ounce of pain that I delivered to him.

  Every goddamn ounce.

  If I could revive him and deliver it all again, it still wouldn’t be enough.

  My feet pound against the pavement as I run hard and fast, exhausting myself until my legs turn to Jell-O and I can’t push myself any further.

  Only then do I turn home and force myself into running back, my body nothing but a pile of flesh and bone, unable to stand or take another step, my muscles completely useless as I collapse on my sofa.

  ROSANA

  Miguel watches me from across the room. He’s gorgeous. Tall and dark in every way. Licking my bottom lip, I sink my teeth into my flesh, flicking my gaze down to the table before I attempt to look coy and shy as I glance back up at him.

  He shakes his head once, then when the CFO dismisses us, he stands, slowly. He knows what he’s doing. He knows he’s sexy as shit. That’s okay with me because I really like cocky guys, and he is just that.

  I shouldn’t like these kinds of guys. They have proven to be nothing but trouble, but I can’t help myself. I’m like a moth drawn to their flame. I’m going to get burned, I know that I am, but I still can’t help myself.

  I’ve been working in the finance industry for about a year. My job is entry level and shit, but I’m hoping that it could lead somewhere, I don’t know where but I’m praying something happens soon, because I want to cry every day when I walk into this place to fetch coffee, mail, and lunch for a roomful of people who don’t even know I exist.

  “You wanna go out tonight? Party a little?” he asks, breaking through my thoughts.

  Pippa would remind me that I am not here to party. I am working to make something of myself. The only one of my sisters who has been allowed to actually live the life of my choosing. A life far away from the famiglia.

  Bellarosa and Pippa have given up so much and while their lives are great now, they haven’t always been. They have sacrificed so much for me.

  But I can’t help myself.

  I know I shouldn’t, but I do anyway.

  Just like I always do.

  I’m the selfish baby sister. It’s as if it’s ingrained in me to be bad, to be full of gluttony. I know that I will pay for my misdeeds one day. I’m sure my time is almost up. I’ve played with fire more than enough, I’m due to get burned.

  Tilting my head back, I look up at him with a small smile. I don’t know exactly what he does in the company, but I’ve seen him around. He always has an easy smile and he’s dressed to perfection.

  “Yeah,” I exhale.

  “Thought you might.” He chuckles.

  He takes my phone from my hand, jerking his chin toward me as a silent demand for my password. I reach for my device and hold it up so that it can scan my face, then hand it back to him. He smirks, touching my screen, then slips it back in my palm.

  “I’ll text you the address,” he murmurs before he winks and walks away.

  He is trouble.

  Pure and unadulterated trouble.

  I don’t think I’m going to be able to stay away either.

  A few hours later, trouble is exactly what I’m in. Miguel’s hips thrust as he moves inside of me, his eyes staring into mine. They look intense, but I can’t tell if he really sees me or not. He seems to be fucking me, nothing more. Granted, it feels pretty good, so I let it all go.

  Closing my eyes, I arch my back as I climb closer toward my release. But then he stops, and I feel him twitch inside of me as he lets out a groan. Damn. Again. I don’t know if I’m ever going to come with a guy.

  Disappointment rolls through me. Another guy who can’t get me there. Half of the time I think that it’s me, but then I go home and one of my toys does just the trick, so I deduct that it must be them. Or maybe it really is me and I just can’t get there with an actual human or maybe my sucking vibrator is just that good?

  “Fuck, Ana,” he purrs against my neck.

  Wrinkling my nose, I don’t tell him how much I absolutely do not like that nickname. Instead, I let out a sigh, as if it was just so wonderful for me. He lifts his head, then touches his lips to the corner of my mouth.

  “Epic, baby.”

  I don’t return the compliment, but he’s so full of himself he doesn’t notice. Gathering me in his arms, he holds me against his chest. Wrapping my arm around his middle, I look straight ahead and wonder if this is the way it’s supposed to be.

  Lackluster satisfaction in order to have someone sexy and handsome, is this what life is about? Willingly allowing him to be important and ensure that his needs are met while I’m just happy to have someone who looks like him show me any attention.

  Shaking my head, I decide this is just the way things are. My sisters lived through hells unimaginable and they have total hot guys now. I’m getting my hot guy from the beginning, so maybe this is all going to end up in my favor—eventually.

  “Let’s get some food, babe, then we’ll come back, do that shit again.”

  I don’t tell him that doing it again isn’t necessary, but he obviously likes it, so who am I to say no.

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  ROSANA

  Fuck.

  Shit.

  FUCK.

  Pregnant.

  I stare at the test, wondering how in the hell this could happen? Shaking my head, I snort. I know exactly how this happens. He’s been fucking me bareback for months. I’m an idiot and I let him.

  I kept telling myself that I would go and get on the pill, that I would go to the pharmacy for some Plan B. Every time I thought I would go, Miguel would have some party for us, and then I just stopped making appointments and plans.

  Now I’m well and truly fucked.

  Miguel may not be able to actually bring me much pleasure, but apparently, he sure can deliver the goods. Shoving the test in my small clutch, I clear my throat as I smooth my tight dress down. It hits just below my ass, it’s just a small scrap of fabric, just the way Miguel likes, and I realize that this will probably be the last time I’ll ever be able to wear it.

  Making my way do
wnstairs, I pause when I hear a man’s voice that does not belong to Miguel growling. Turning to the side, I plaster my back against the staircase wall and hold my breath.

  “You got her taken care of?” the stranger asks.

  Miguel chuckles. “Been fuckin’ her with no condom for months. She’s not on the pill, it’s only a matter of time before I’m going to need to do the right thing.”

  Do the right thing.

  Oh. My. God.

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to keep from whimpering. He’s been trying to get me pregnant.

  Holy shit.

  “Not long before we’ll be able to get what we want from Santoro and the Zanetti famiglia. Before we make them pay. Fuckin’ idiots, all of them,” the stranger growls.