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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

"Breathe, damn it!" The words burst from my throat, rough and frantic. I place my palms to the wound in Enzo's chest, blood flowing through my fingers. His eyes flutter, unfocused, and I feel the dread tearing at my insides. This can't be happening. Not now. Not like this.

"Stay with me, Enzo," I cry, my voice cracking. "You promised."

His lips part, but no sound comes out. He's sliding away, and I'm powerless to stop it. Rage and terror swirl inside me, creating a fire I can barely contain. The room around us is a blur—shouts, gunfire, confusion. None of it matters. All I can see is him. All I can feel is the life slipping through my fingertips.

"Move!" Vincent's voice penetrates through the fuzz. He lowers on his knees beside me, his expression steely but urgent. "We need to get him out of here."

"How?" I snap, my voice trembling. "They'll kill us before we reach the door."

TIDES OF BLOOD