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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

" Hold on to me!" Desperate, Enzo's voice seemed to pull me under once again as the cold water rushed all about. His arm held me floating like a steel ring around my waist even as the powerful water carried us both.

I find it difficult. I gasped, the force of the water stealing my air. Trying to center myself as the world spun into a tornado of rushed chaos, my fingers wriggled at his soaked shirt.

Yes, you can! he responded, his voice sharp with will. "Emilia, I'm not letting you go." Not now. Not once at all.

From the brink of horror, something in his voice pulled me back—a promise, crisp and unrelenting. Though I forced myself to match his strokes against the river that seemed destined to consume us whole, the effort burned in my chest.

"Enzo...'" I choked, my head bobbing under the sea for a brief second. "What if this is it?" asked one, meaning "

THE CURRENT OF SHADOWS