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Sold to the highest bidder to pay off a blood feud, I never imagined I would be the pawn in my father's fatal game. Still, here I am before Enzo De Luca, the most vicious mafia leader in the city. Though appealing, he is cold, deliberate, and as lethal. Though my heart races just from his proximity, it is his touch that ignites me. My body betrays me and reacts to him in ways I am powerless over. And I melt as he softly, commandingly says my name.

Enzo loves neither me nor another. In his deadly kingdom, I am only another bargain, another transaction. But every time we are alone, the conflict between us snaps—desire becomes a terrible addiction. Although I detest him for everything he stands for, I yearn for the way he consumes me, body and soul.

He has made it quite evident—our marriage is more about power than love. Still, every angry gaze and every snatched moment in the shadow reveals something different. Benevolent underneath his icy façade lies something broken that appeals to the darkest sides of me. But depending on a man like Enzo may mean losing everything.

Bound to him now, for better or worse, I am caught in a world where loyalty is brittle and treachery carries a bullet. Our friendship gets more perilous the more truths about his empire I find. And as the past calls for us, I have to question myself: will our passion be the thing that ruins us both or can I survive loving a guy like Enzo De Luca?

Burning in his arms is me. But in his universe, I could roast alive.

OWNED BY MR MAFIA

Cutting through the tumult surrounding us, the loud sound of the gunshot reaches me. I'm not sure who started it; just that time slows to a crawl and every instinct in my body begs to shield Enzo. My eyesight closes to him, the weight of our situation down on like a thousand stones.

" Get down!" Enzo leaps forward, lunging for me. He pushes me behind a big metal container; the impact of our landing causes the air from my lungs to be knocked out. The air is full with dust and trash; I cough, trying to go back to breathing.

Emilia, he adds, his voice low and desperate. Are you injured?

I shake my head and can not find my voice. Blood flows from a cut on his forehead, and adrenaline fuels crazy eyes. With a hard toss of his head, he dismisses my worries by looking about the room. "We have to relocate."

EDGE OF FATE