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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's eyes softened momentarily as his hand reached out to sweep a hair strand off my face. My breath stopped at the gentle, almost loving gesture.

His voice almost above a whisper, he added, "Because I'm trying to protect you." "All the truth will do is destroy you; you believe it will set us free."

Tears hurting my eyes, I shook my head. For me, you cannot determine that. Enzo, I am deserving of knowing. Whichever you are hiding, it is already separating us.

Our conflict zipped like a live wire. His lips opened, as though he was going to speak, but we both stopped at the sound of broken glass.

Enzo's gaze moved to the window, his whole body stiffening. He gave a short, forceful directive, "Stay behind me."

"What is it??" With my voice shaking, I asked.

SHADOWS AND WHISPERS