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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

As I come to, every muscle in my body yells in protest, the air is dense with dust and gloom. Enzo's voice's tiny echo slices across the fog in my head, his tone harsh and eager.

"Emilia!" Hear me? His voice is strained; the desperation in it drives me back to reality.

I choke and cough as the dust burns my throat here. I try to move, but a lance of pain runs through my leg. "Enzo, are you ok?"

"I'm fine," he says, his body materializing from the darkness. His hands are on me right away; his touch is soft yet firm as he looks for damage. You're hurting.

"It's nothing," I answer, discounting him even though my leg feels as though it has been crushed. We have to locate the others.

His jaw closes and for a little instant I believe he will argue. Then he nods, his attention now directed toward the gloomy area surrounding us. Victoria! Jared!" he yells, his voice echoing.

BENEATH THE SHATTERED GROUND