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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

"You cannot keep acting this way, Enzo!" I shouted, my voice ringing out across the little aperture. The wet, cold air and the tension it carried made every breath seem hefty. " You cannot keep running yourself into risk and behave as though you are unbeatable."

His wide shoulders squared, his form radiating defiance, his profile sharp against the weak illumination from the fissures above. His jaw tightened and his eyes became ablaze with fury he turned to face me. And you cannot keep questioning me when I am attempting to defend you. I kept on, my voice rising. You are protecting Enzo not only from injury. You are leaving me. You consider me to have some liability.

His voice low and deadly, he replied, "You don't understand." He came in closer, clearly driven by fire. Should something happen to you, I—what? I cut him off and challenged. Not turning back, my heart beat in my chest as I went to meet him. "What, Enzo??" Say it clearly.

THE EDGE OF BETRAYAL