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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

I rasped, "Don't you dare," my voice barely a whisper but heavy with the threat. The chilly barrel of the rifle pressed on my chest, the metallic pressure thumping in my ears. None of that, though, really counted. Not when she was standing behind them, her frightened eyes fixed on me.

Every muscle in my body screamed to defend her, to move, but the sharp-eyed guards had already anticipated every action. One mistake would cause the whole scenario to go off course.

Again, I urged, "Put the gun down," my voice calmed even as my chest hurt. While the blood on my shirt had dried, the wound on my side remained sensitive and pulsed with every breath I took.

The man before me—tall, broad-shouldered—did not waver. He felt not terrified. There was no reason he should be. Constant reminder of my restricted alternatives was the pistol pointed at my chest.

THE EDGE OF FOREVER