I hate Dante Moretti. He is cold, calculating and vicious. It’s no secret that he wiped out his former fiancée and her entire family on the eve of their wedding. He’s the kind of evil that makes even devils cry.
But that’s not why I hate him.
I hate him because he has taken the only thing I have left in this miserable world – my freedom. He has chained me to him because of a debt that I don’t owe. I just have the misfortune to share the bloodline of the man who does.
And now I’m trapped in his gilded cage and the only thing I have left to do is run. And I try. I really do. But he is everywhere.
Suffocating. All consuming. Intoxicating.
He is a paradox. A man with a heart as cold as ice, whose passion rages like an inferno.
Why does he see into my soul in a way that nobody else ever has? Why does the slightest brush of his skin make my pulse race?
My mom always warned me never to play with matches. But if Dante Moretti is fire, then I want to burn.
Notorious Mafia enforcer and right hand of the Cosa Nostra, Maximo DiMarco has always looked out for me. He’s my protector. My brothers’ best friend. My crush—with the body of a god and the mind of a devil.
And I am just a spoiled Mafia princess. At least that’s who most people think I am. They don’t look at me long enough to see the real me. But he sees....
He is dark and dangerous and lethal, but he’s the only man who makes me feel like I’m alive. It’s a pity he’s too loyal to my brothers to ever act on the sparks that constantly fly between us....
Or is he?
Because when he finally loses control, it’s even more than I ever dreamed it could be. And even though he tells me that the two of us aren’t an option, I see the look in his eyes every time we’re together. He’s only ever a breath away from losing that control again.
But Max is a man with a dark past and secrets that he can’t escape. When that past catches up with us, it threatens what might be our only shot at happiness. Because I would give up everything I’ve ever known for a life with him. And when my brothers find out about us, I just might have to.
Grief is the price we pay for love
My name is Lorenzo Moretti. Born to be head of the Cosa Nostra, except that I chose love over my birthright.
On our wedding day, my father cursed our union, swearing on his own blood that my wife and I would never live out our days in happiness.
I guess he was right, because fate stole her from me and I’m left to live an empty life without her, with a shattered heart and only half a soul.
On the day my wife died, I swore I’d never love anyone like that again, and it’s a promise I kept for two years.
A promise I kept until her…
She sauntered into my life wearing a dress the color of sunshine and with nothing else but an old Mustang and a smile. Beaten and bruised and seeking refuge behind my family’s walls. But I’m no white knight looking for redemption, and she’s sure no damsel in distress.
She’s annoying as hell. With no filter and an eternally sunny disposition. She says whatever’s on her mind, no matter how poorly judged it might be.
She’s everything I don’t want.
But she might just be everything I need.
And I don’t know how much longer I can resist her sweet smile and her sinful curves…
Because there’s only so long you can stand in the sun before giving in to its heat.
