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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 turned, my pulse racing as yet another person clearly emerged from the shadows.

"You ought to have listened to me, Isabella," the voice murmured, low and threatening. "Now view the mess you have created."

The globe seemed to blur, and then everything stopped. The person before us was someone I never would have expected to see again—not just anyone. Someone I considered to have vanished permanently.

I murmured, "No," the words stopping in my throat. "It can't be you."

With his face buried in the darkness, the guy moved in closer steps. But he was not someone you could mistake.

"Surprised?" The familiar voice hissed, a sickly smile playing at the brink of his mouth. "Isabella, nothing is ever as it seems."

I still couldn't move. The words, the voice, brought to life a dream that came to pass. I believed he was dead the last time I saw him.

A DESPERATE PROMISE