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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

Enzo shouted, "Don't move," his breath hot on my ear as he shoved me hard against the jagged wall. His chest at my back was a sturdy wall shielding me from the turbulence ahead. The tunnel was deathly still, a warning of the explosions that had brought us here save for the far-off sound of shifting garbage.

Looking at the big cut on his arm, I murmured, "You're bleeding," my voice trembling. The faint illumination from the wall fractures illuminated his red stained clothes.

"I have had worse," he remarked furiously and dismissively. But I could detect the small delay in his voice, the grief he was attempting to hide. We have to keep on moving. They will show up really soon.

I said softly, then turned to face him against his protests. My palm guided his fierce gaze toward me by stroking his face. You are not flawlessly perfect. Let me be of help here.

ABYSS OF TRUTH