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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 rasped, laying on the stony cavern floor his voice a wounded whisper. "Don't look at me like that." Blood poured through his black, black, unrelenting shirt, but his eyes stayed on me with a mix of defiance and something far gentler.

Desperate to stop the bleeding, my voice cracked and tears flowed down my cheeks as I laid my hands to his cut. "Like I'm seeing you slide away?"

Though the weakness in his voice betrayed him, he said, "I'm not going anywhere." He extended out his fingers, pouring blood on my cheek. "You think I would let you manage this on your own?"

"Stop it," I cried, my anger scarcely hiding the terror slinking at my breast. Enzo, you cannot right now joke freely. Not when you're—"

He halted, a flutter of a smile pulling at his mouth. "Dying!" Emilia, it's not the first time for me. I will make it through this. I always do.

SHATTERED PROMISES