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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 world blurs around me, a wild combination of screaming, gunfire, and flashing lights. Enzo's weight feels heavy in my arms, his breath raspy and faint. Blood soaks through my palms, warm and persistent, and terror grips at my chest. This can't be happening. Not again.

"Stay with me," I murmur, my voice shaking. "You promised."

His eyes twitch, and for a minute, I glimpse a spark of recognition. "I'm… here," he whispers, the words scarcely audible.

"Good," I answer, attempting a grin that seems more like a grimace. "Then keep fighting."

The firing escalates, bullets ricocheting off the disintegrating buildings surrounding us. Vincent is a whirl of action, his every move precise and lethal. He's holding them off—for now. But I can see it in his eyes. We're running out of time.

"We need to move," Vincent cries, his voice piercing through the commotion. "Now!"

THE WEIGHT OF BLOOD