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  Black Sheep

  Meghan March

  Contents

  Black Sheep

  About Black Sheep

  1. Drew

  2. Cannon

  3. Drew

  4. Drew

  5. Drew

  6. Drew

  7. Drew

  8. Drew

  9. Drew

  10. Drew

  11. Cannon

  12. Drew

  13. Cannon

  14. Cannon

  15. Drew

  16. Drew

  17. Cannon

  18. Drew

  19. Cannon

  20. Drew

  21. Cannon

  22. Drew

  23. Cannon

  24. Drew

  25. Cannon

  26. Drew

  27. Cannon

  28. Drew

  29. Drew

  30. Cannon

  31. Drew

  32. Cannon

  33. Drew

  34. Cannon

  35. Drew

  36. Cannon

  37. Drew

  38. Cannon

  39. Drew

  40. Drew

  41. Cannon

  42. Drew

  43. Cannon

  44. Drew

  45. Cannon

  46. Drew

  47. Cannon

  48. Memphis

  Preview of The Fall of Legend

  About the Author

  Also by Meghan March

  Black Sheep

  Book One of the Dirty Mafia Duet

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  Meghan March

  Copyright © 2019 by Meghan March LLC

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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  About Black Sheep

  From New York Times bestselling author Meghan March comes a story of untold truths and one man’s redemption in the Dirty Mafia Duet.

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  Every family has a black sheep.

  In the infamous Casso crime family, that black sheep is me—Cannon Freeman.

  Except I’m not a free man. I’ve never been free. Not since the day I was born.

  I owe my loyalty to my father, Dominic Casso, even if he won’t publicly acknowledge me as his blood.

  I’ve never had a reason to go against his wishes . . . until I met her.

  Drew Carson turned my world upside down when she walked into my club looking for a job.

  Now, my honor and my life are on the line.

  Going against my father’s wishes might buy me a bullet straight from his gun, but black sheep or not, it’s time to make my stand.

  She’s worth the fallout.

  In addition to Black Sheep, I’ve also included a special sneak peek of my newest deliciously dangerous alpha hero, Gabriel Legend. The Fall of Legend is coming November 12, 2019, and you won’t want to miss it!

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  Drew

  I walk into the most important job interview of my life knowing every word out of my mouth will be a lie. The résumé and references in my bag are all fake, but thanks to one of my close friends, a white-hat hacker, no one will ever know.

  I will get this job. I will get my answers. There’s no other acceptable alternative.

  I repeat those vows to myself as I leave my security escort behind with a smile and push open the heavy carved wooden door to the Upper Ten, the most exclusive cigar club in Manhattan. Instead of smoke hanging in the air, the luxurious interior reeks of money and secrets.

  Perfect. Secrets are exactly why I’m here.

  “Can I help you, miss?”

  A man with no neck in a tailored suit approaches me as soon as the door leading to the club foyer slips shut behind me with a whoosh of air that blows my skirt into a flutter around my legs. His bald head shines under the recessed lighting of the impressive room.

  Through the thick glass wall to my left, I can see what brings some of the richest men in the world into this insanely expensive, members-only club—a massive humidor containing row after row of wooden boxes filled with fat cigars. From my research, I know that sources estimate the value of the stock in that large humidity-controlled room at millions of dollars.

  Hefting my bag and swinging the tresses of my long blond wig over my shoulder, I give him a sweet smile. “I’m here for an interview, actually, with Mr.—”

  “She’s with me.” A voice, deep and smooth like the thousand-dollar-a-glass cognac they no doubt serve here, comes from behind the bull guarding the door.

  My gaze darts around the doorman and catches on an imposing figure in a bespoke suit with subtle navy pinstripes. The lines hang perfectly on his tall, rangy frame.

  It’s him. My target . . . and hopefully my new boss.

  Except the man in person is worlds apart from the man on paper. I thought I was prepared to come face-to-face with him, but mere ink on a page can’t convey his powerful presence. In the high-ceilinged antechamber, his authoritative posture commands more attention than the bulk and muscle of the doorman beside him, and with nothing more than the sound of his voice.

  A voice I recognize.

  Not because we’ve ever been in the same room before, but because I went through dozens of hours of audio and video before applying for this job at the Upper Ten. I’ve read article after article and unearthed every available public record that hasn’t been erased on this man and his family.

  As I tense, I force myself to visualize him behind bars, wearing an orange jumpsuit. The exercise helps me regain my calm.

  I can do this. I’ve done it dozens of times. Deception isn’t new to me. It’s my job.

  As soon as I’m centered, I look up, pinning an eager, yet slightly nervous smile to my face. It’s a mask, but he’ll never know.

  There’s only one problem. When his rich hazel eyes, a mix of whiskey and bright green, collide with mine, an unwelcome bolt of heat slams into me in pure female appreciation.

  No. No. No. That’s not supposed to happen. Truly, this is the opposite of what’s supposed to happen. I’m supposed to be cold and indomitable, because I knew he’d be intimidating as hell. I promised myself I’d be immune. Unaffected. It doesn’t matter to me that he’s the bastard son of the most infamous mob boss in the city. But my denial doesn’t help, because I dismissed a seriously important fact when I was prepping for this day.

  Cannon Freeman is a god among men. Shit. How is that even possible? Especially knowing what he has to be involved in?

  I try to shove the annoying awareness of him aside, but it’s nearly impossible while he’s standing there, staring at me with those enthralling eyes.

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