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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

Pain is my daily companion. Every breath, every movement feels like a dagger twisting in my chest, yet I fight myself to stay awake. The world blurs at the edges, the gloomy interior of the truck swirling around me. Emilia sits across from me, her face pallid and smeared with blood. Her eyes are asleep, but her hand is curled around mine, a lifeline I'm not ready to let go of.

"Almost there," Vincent replies from the front, his voice strained. I can hear the stress in every phrase, the weight of what we've just fled weighing down on all of us. The city lights flash by, a whirlwind of color and turmoil. We're going too quickly, but I know it's the only way. We have to remain ahead of them.

Emilia stirs, her grip tightening. "Enzo," she murmurs, her voice faint but resolute. "Don't… don't close your eyes."

"I'm not going anywhere," I say, feigning a grin. It feels empty. "You're stuck with me."

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