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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

The air is dense with the metallic stink of blood and sweat. The factory walls appear to press in on us, intensifying every breath, every heartbeat. My grip on the rifle tightens, and I force myself to focus. This isn't over. It was never meant to be this easy.

The leader walks out of the shadows, their presence authoritative and smothering. Tall, with keen eyes that shine like steel, they convey a cold, calculating danger. I recognize the look—the same merciless drive that has kept me alive all these years. But this isn't just about survival anymore. This is about Emilia, about everything they've taken from us.

"Impressive," the leader says, their voice smooth and detached. "But you should know better than to think it would end here."

"Funny," I remark, my tone frigid. "I was about to say the same thing."

EDGE OF RECKONING