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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 thick, each breath tasting like ash and iron. I can hear the distant echoes of gunshots, but they're becoming fainter. Vincent and Enzo are gone, and I'm alone with the predators circling in. The shadowy tunnel spreads out before me, filled with trash and shattered bodies. This is my stance, my attempt to buy them time.

The footsteps slow, the clang of guns falling silent. They're hunting now, tasting the excitement of cornering prey. I push my back against the wall, steadying my breathing. If they want a fight, they'll get one.

A shadow moves, barely visible. I hold my breath, calculating the seconds. Three… two… one. I move out, my sword slashing through the air. The attacker hardly has time to detect the movement before they fall. Another leaps at me, and I dodge, my punch striking with their jaw. Pain surges up my arm, but I don't stop. I can't.

SHADOWS OF RETRIBUTION