by Bethany-Kris
Guzzi Legacy, #4
Publication Date: October 7, 2019
Genres: Adult, STANDALONE, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime. Erotic Romance



Chicago has never been more fun, or dangerous …

Sent away with his identical twin to get their wild ways under control, Beni Guzzi expects nothing to change. Same crap, new city, right? But if the boss of the Chicago mob can’t set the principes straight, then nothing will.

And then she rolls into town.

Stuck in a job that seems intent to keep her working behind a desk, August Rivera hopes a trip to the windy city for an assignment will make the magazine finally give her a spread. But getting to see her best friend, well, that’s just a bonus.

And then she sees him from across a club.

With a gang causing trouble for the Outfit, and a Capo’s crew in shambles, Beni has a million other things to focus on except the beautiful New Yorker who keeps finding her way into his bed. The thing is, when he’s with August, everything is better—easier.

Falling in love while handling family drama and mafia affairs is anything but simple … and in this business? It only takes a single mistake to lose it all.

That lesson can’t be taught, and it always comes too late.


NOTE: Beni is a standalone novel within The Guzzi Legacy series. It can be read as such.



When the youngest Guzzi’s, twin brothers Beni and Bene, get into trouble once again their father has decided it is time for them to change their ways, so he sends them to Chicago to help out their Uncle. The only problem is that it is a different location but the same behavior until Beni meets August and causes him to re-evaluate his life.

August is in Chicago for business and pleasure while she decides what direction her future should take. The last thing she needs is Beni in her life, but she is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. They become inseparable which causes loyalties to be tested as everyone adjusts to the new reality and the changes that go along with it.

Not only do we get to watch Beni and August’s relationship unfold it was fun to catch up with both the Rossi’s and the Guzzi’s and I can’t wait to see what the author has in store for Bene.



“Another round,” he called. “Henny next!”

Fuck,” Beni groaned, “now you’re trying to kill me, bro.”

People liked to act as though Hennessey tasted great, but in fact, it was shit. Absolute, and total garbage. Add onto the horrible taste of the liquor, and it almost always had Beni puking by the end of the night, but especially when he mixed it with other spirits.

“Are you calling it a night, then? Gonna pussy out, Beni?”

Fuck his twin for knowing the right buttons to push.

“Never,” Beni muttered, flipping his own hand up at the laughter of their friends to wave for the bartender, too. “Another round—Henny.” He pointed a finger at his twin, adding, “But then we’re doing Fireball.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

Yeah, exactly.

Because as much as his twin knew his secrets, Beni had all of Bene’s locked up tight, too. He could play that game, if his brother wanted. He was good for it, always.

When the bartender didn’t come as fast as they wanted, their calls for the man became louder, and more obnoxious. But wasn’t that every fucking twenty-one-year-old man, anyway? They were just trying to have fun.

Of course, trouble always followed.

It was the twins’ way.

“Fuckin’ Guzzis thinking they own every goddamn place they step into,” someone from the group down the bar muttered. “Why don’t you all crawl into one of your holes, and party there?”

Beni tipped his chin up, not bothering to give whoever that was his attention. Instead, his gaze drifted to his brother at the other end of their large group. Bene matched his posture with wide shoulders going stiff, chin raised in defiance, and an almost manic gleam in his eye.


Piss off a Guzzi, or bad mouth them, and the savage came out to play.

It didn’t matter.

No one said a goddamn thing about a Guzzi without it being answered, and usually, violently. Beni didn’t know if it was a pride thing, or what. A thick rush of rage filled his bloodstream with every beat of his heart because fuck all of that.

The guy wasn’t just insulting him and his twin—but to be honest, that was enough to make him want to break the fucker’s neck—but his entire clan. His father, the other three Guzzi brothers, and their mother, too. He didn’t even have to name Cara Guzzi; didn’t have to breathe a single word about her. He simply had to lump all Guzzis into one bunch, and they were insulting the boys’ mother, too.

And no.

That would not fly over.


Bene, who had still been toying with the empty shot glass in his hand, set it down to the top of the bar a bit harder than was necessary. Beni turned when his twin came around their group of friends who had all gone suspiciously silent.

They knew what was about to happen.

The guy—Bene knew which one made the comment, given he had been staring that way—didn’t even see the twins coming for him. Fists flew after they yanked the fucker from his bar stool to the floor.

Soon, a whole crowd was fighting. Their friends. The fucker’s friends. Some random guy that got knocked sideways during the scuffle. Even the club’s security that rushed in to try and break it up.

The wild Guzzi twins struck again.

You’d think people would learn.

“Call the fucking cops!”



Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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