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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)

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My neighbor is not the kind of man who asks questions.
He watches. He waits.
He protects like it is instinct, not choice.

Rhett Maddox is danger wrapped in control, and the closer he gets, the harder it is to remember why I should be afraid.

When the man stalking me comes back, Rhett does not hesitate.
He steps in.
He takes over.

Now I am behind locked doors with a man who does not believe in halfway.
And once he decides I am his, he will not let anything take me.
Including my past.

Reader’s Note: A full-length steamy romantic suspense with a protective, morally gray hero, forced proximity, obsession, high stakes danger, and a guaranteed HEA. No cheating

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PROLOGUE

ELARA

Everyone says I have my mother’s golden eyes. Lion eyes, my baby sister Mira pointed out once while watching a nature documentary. She pointed at the screen, then at me, then at herself, and last at our mother. We’ve got eyes like a lion.

Now, the gold in Mom’s eyes is more like fire. She paces the kitchen, chewing her thumbnail even though it’s already down to a stub. Outside, the night is black.

Anything could be out there. Anyone. But I don’t have to play guessing games.

There’s only one person who wants to ruin my life.

“I don’t understand why you’d pass on this opportunity,” she says, exasperated. “You’ve worked so hard. And you have talent, Elle, genuine talent. The gallery is ready to show the city, to show the world.”

In the next room, the TV plays loudly, one of Mira’s favorite shows. She’s up past her bedtime because she was supposed to come to the gallery viewing too. Everyone dressed and ready to go.

I want it so badly, I want to make all of this worth it. Ever since I was a kid and Mom bought me my first camera, I’ve dreamed of something like this happening.

But that was before Lucian Conti, prince of the Conti mafia, made me the object of his sick, fucked-up, life-ruining perversion. Before he got it into his twisted and just plain wrong head that I belong to him somehow, just because I smiled at him once.

Mom lays her hands on the table, aims those lion eyes at me. “Enough.”

“Enough?” I rasp, hating how small my voice sounds.

Is this what he’s done, whittled me down to a stub, turned me into someone I never would’ve recognized just a few months ago?

“Something’s going on, Elle,” Mom says sternly. “You’ve been acting strange for weeks. Now this…” She waves a hand at the window, as if to say, Your destiny is out there and you’re letting it pass you by. “Please, tell me.”

I open my mouth, try to force the words out, to tell her that while gigging at an event, I made eye contact with a spoiled mafia prince named Lucian, and that he came on to me when he approached me. I told him no. I could tell her that men like Lucian don’t take no for an answer, and that he’s insane and rotten down to his core. That he thinks I owe him something just because I hurt his pride.

She pulls up a chair and takes my hand. “Oh, Elle, look at you. You’re shaking.”

The note is practically burning a hole in my pocket.

I’ll burn down that gallery, you stupid slut. You think you’re some career bitch, eh? We’ll see about that. You’re MY bitch now.

That’s the reason I can’t go. He might be bluffing…or he could be telling the truth.

“I’m fine,” I whisper.

“Sissy!”

I turn at the sound of Mira’s voice. She’s on Dad’s shoulder, pretty as a peach in her gold ruffled dress, a similar shade to her—to our—eyes. Dad’s wearing his best suit, an unsure smile on his face. He raises an eyebrow at Mom. Mom shakes her head at his unspoken question.

“Hey, you,” Dad says, lifting Mira off his shoulder and cradling her in his arms. “How about we watch another episode, huh?”

“It’s so late!” Mira says, giggling.

“Is that a no?”

“No, silly, it’s a mega yes.”

Dad chuckles, but the corner of his mouth tugs. He glances at me sadly.

“Elle,” Mom shuffles her chair closer. “You’ve been withdrawn. The other day, I closed the fridge door, and you flinched, sweetness. Flinched. Whatever’s happening⁠—”

A car alarm blares from the front of the house.

Something in me finally snaps. The rage I’ve kept buried under layers of fear finally surges forward. I leap to my feet, fists clenched, as the alarm screams through the house.

“Elle!” Mom yells after me.

I ignore her, run to the front door before I can talk myself out of it. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. The shirt I picked out especially for this event, with little camera decals on the collar, and the pants I squeezed into, wondering if they were too tight, so excited, so hopeful. Then his note arrived, shattering all of it.

I run into the dark. Behind me, the porch light clicks on.

Lucian steps forward, tall, with a sharp jawline and arctic blue eyes. I remember thinking for a brief, ugly moment that he was handsome before he revealed who he really was. He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

He stands next to Dad’s car, and its window is shattered.

“Get away from here,” I say, panic threatening to close my throat.

He tilts his head and smirks. “You don’t mean that.”

“I mean it. Go!”

He laughs as I rush toward him. I’ve got no idea what I’m going to do. I just know this has to stop, that I hate myself for letting it go on for so long. And I hate that thought, that this is my fault.

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He was born into blood and power.
I was chasing the truth that got my brother killed.

Frankie Corello isn’t the monster I expected.
He’s controlled. Magnetic. Dangerous in a way that doesn’t need threats.
The kind of man who doesn’t pursue.
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I’m supposed to expose his family.
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CHAPTER 1

FRANKIE

Igaze down at my mother in her hospital bed, hoping for some glimmer of recognition. She’s still alive, but her breathing has become shallow. The room is full of people, but I still feel alone.

My Uncle Giovanni stands right beside the door as if waiting for someone to burst in. While my father paces between the hospital bed and the window, two other men, my father’s soldiers, talk to him about business.

I want to shout that this isn’t the time or the place to be talking about bookmakers and gambling debts, but force of habit keeps me from saying anything. Even now, when my mother is so close to death, I can’t bring myself to challenge my father.

I reach for her hand. There are tubes and needles crisscrossing her skin. She looks nothing like the vibrant woman I remember. Cancer does that, I suppose.

A doctor walks in to check on her and immediately my father breaks away from his men. He storms up to the man, a rage in his eyes I’ve seen only rarely. I can tell he’s ready to rip the doctor apart with his bare hands, but I can’t seem to summon any sympathy. The doctor should be able to cure my mother. Of course, he can’t, but that doesn’t stop me from being angry at him.

“I just need to check her vitals,” the doctor says, trying to get around my father.

Giovanni and my dad move in on the man, as if they’re communicating telepathically. They surround him, blocking off his exits. Uncle Gio takes one arm and my father takes the other. They pull him out into the hallway where I assume they’re going to hurt him.

I’m left alone with Mom and the two soldiers. I don’t know what they’re doing here, or why they stayed. They didn’t know Mom, and they don’t care that she’s dying.

“Get out,” I yell.

They look at each other, mildly annoyed and not the least bit afraid. But they do what they’re told. Finally, I’m left alone with the woman who brought me into the world. She looks like a shadow of her former self, a wax figure draped in white cloth.

I’m not ready to let her go.

The next few hours are the hardest. My father comes back in, his knuckles bloody. A different doctor arrives a few minutes later, looking nervous. He checks Mom’s vital signs all the while not saying a word. I know he’s scared to give my dad bad news, but there’s no hiding my mom’s condition.

Finally, I see my mother relax. It isn’t something dramatic, just a quiet surrender. The monitors blare and nurses come running in.

I go quiet, but my father starts to rage. He swipes all the flowers off the bedside table, punches one of the computer screens, and throws a lamp across the room. I cringe when I hear glass breaking, but I’m not surprised.

My father is a man of few words but with deep feelings. I know he loved my mother and that he’s scared of life without her. But the nurses aren’t as familiar with his temper as I am. Uncle Gio evaluates the situation calmly and leads everyone who isn’t family out into the hall.

Our eyes meet and I nod to him, grateful for his interference. This isn’t the first time he’s stepped up in a clutch, and it won’t be the last.

Years later

My family gathers at a loud Italian restaurant to celebrate my success. Uncle Gio is here, seated right beside me. He’s stoic as always, yet whenever I look at him, he smiles. My father has had a few drinks already. He’s being loud and boisterous, clapping me on the back with every other word.

My stepmother, Marlena, is sitting across from us, stone-cold sober. I wonder briefly why she isn’t drinking, but it’s none of my business. It’s not like anyone has to be the designated driver; we have a chauffeur. Maybe she just doesn’t feel like drinking today, or maybe she has a big day tomorrow. Either way, it’s up to her, and her choice of beverage doesn’t affect me much.

We’re celebrating my graduation from law school. After my mother passed away, I floundered for years. I tried everything I could think of to help the family out, short of starting a life of crime. I’ve never been interested in getting into fights or threatening people for money. When I was a kid, all my father wanted was for me to follow in his footsteps, but around ten or eleven, he gave up.

I’m just not him. And I don’t want to be.

Finally, I decided to study law. I figured my father needed lawyers, and that was something I could do that didn’t involve hurting anyone. It took me a lot of hard work to get through all the required classes, but with a bit of luck and a healthy dose of one-on-one tutoring from my now stepmother, I passed.

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He runs an empire built on blood and silence.
I’m no one.
That should have kept me safe.

Then Francisco Corello looks at me with something in his eyes.
Not desire.
Decision.

His attention is quiet.
Absolute.

No one touches me after that.
No one dares.

He doesn’t threaten.
Doesn’t explain.
He simply claims.

I should run when I learn what he is.
A mafia Don who answers to no one and apologizes for nothing.

Instead, I lean closer to him.
Into the danger. The control.
The way the entire room holds its breath when he walks in.

Once a man like Francisco Corello gets hold of you,
he doesn’t let go.
He ruins anyone who tries to touch what’s his.
And now that’s me.

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CHAPTER 1

MARLENA

“Dad?” I whisper, walking down the dark hallway with my heart in my throat. He doesn’t answer, and that bothers me.

“Marlena?” My brother Brandon opens his door, his eyes wide and shining with uncertainty.

“Go back to bed,” I tell him.

“Where’s Dad?” Brandon asks, concern in his voice.

I swallow my fear, wanting to put on a brave show. “I don’t know,” I admit.

Together, we walk into the living room, searching for him. I’m barely an adult, back home for spring break from college. Brandon’s still in high school, but he’s fairly large. Together, I think we could take someone on, but I’m not sure why I think that’s important. Dad’s probably asleep in front of the television, or he’s in the garage and can’t hear us.

We approach the living room in silence. Dad’s not on the couch, and he’s not in the garage. I check his bedroom again while Brandon checks the attic. Even though there’s no good reason for Dad to be in the attic or in the backyard, we check anyway.

Brandon spots his phone outside on the sidewalk in front of the house. There’s a full moon lighting our way, and the device glints from its resting place on the cement. He picks it up and turns it over. The lock screen is a picture of the three of us, smiling, happy on a family vacation.

Brandon turns to look at me, and I can practically see all the sinister thoughts running through his head. I have the same thoughts, but I don’t want to let him know how worried I am. It isn’t like Dad to leave without telling us, and there isn’t a valid reason for his phone to be out on the street when he’s hardly ever without it.

Something is wrong.

“Should we call the police?” Brandon asks.

“Never trust anyone,” my father once told me.

I shake my head. I don’t know much about the business our father is in, but I know enough to be afraid.

Five years later

“So…what position do you see yourself filling?” The creepy guy behind the desk leers at me.

My jaw drops. He can’t possibly be saying what I think he’s saying, can he? This is a job interview, not an audition for a porn film. But one quick check into his beady blue eyes, and I can tell that’s what he’s thinking.

“The position you advertised,” I snap back, trying to rein in my disgust.

I need this job. It’s perfect for me in every way but one. It’s close to my apartment, the salary is just enough to pay my rent, and it comes with a free gym membership. Of all the job interviews I’ve been on lately, this was the one I was really hoping to land. Until now, that is. I can’t imagine myself working for this awful man. One hard look at him turns my stomach, and I have to force myself to stay in my seat.

“Well, we’re looking for more than a secretary,” he says.

“I know,” I seethe, “the job posting was for a paralegal, not a secretary.”

“Was it?” he asks with a smile, as if he’s trying to be charming.

“You know what?” I say, grabbing my purse off the floor and rising to my feet. “I just remembered I didn’t feed the meter.”

“You can do it with your phone,” he says to my back as I race out the door.

“Thanks! I got it,” I call back, tossing his business card in the trash as I storm through the lobby.

I should sue him. If only I’d been smart enough to get him on tape, I could pay my rent for years to come from the settlement. The nerve of that guy, in this day and age. I have half a mind to call up my dad and tell him to come deal with the slob, but then it hits me: My father is gone.

He didn’t die recently; it’s been a few years. But every now and then, I still think about him. In situations like these, a girl needs someone on her side. But I don’t have anyone. I’m all alone in the world, except for my brother, and I don’t want to bother him with this. He has enough problems of his own, trying to figure out what he wants to study in college. I don’t want him throwing his life away to get even for something some slimeball said to me.

I need to cool down. I break out onto the street, and sunlight hits me full force in the face. That feels good, but I need more. My stomach grumbles, and I realize I skipped breakfast. Job interviews make me nervous, and I’m better prepared to deal with anxiety on an empty stomach. But now that it’s over, I’m famished.

I spot the nearest coffee shop and head inside. Approaching the counter, I gaze down at all the delicious treats that are lined up behind the glass. There are pastries and bagels, muffins and croissants. I want one of each, but I know my eyes are bigger than my stomach. A single blueberry muffin should do. And I think I’ll have a latte just to treat myself.

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The Beast isn’t a myth.
He’s my brother’s best friend… and now the only man who can save me.

Damian Vitale, cold, scarred, and terrifyingly loyal, is the mafia’s most feared enforcer.

I was just the nurse who patched him up.
The girl who loved Christmas.
The sister he should’ve never touched.

Then I stumble into a secret trafficking ring,
and the Beast tears the city apart to drag me back from hell.

Now I’m hiding in his home, sleeping in his bed,
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This holiday, the Beast isn’t stealing Christmas, he’s claiming me.

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PROLOGUE

CELINE

Iwalk out of the hospital, the stress of the day clinging to me. I graduated as a nurse a year ago, and each day still feels like an adventure. An adventure with about a million potential hazards and opportunities for error…

But hey, it’s still fun. Sometimes.

At least I know I’m making a difference, and that’s what keeps me showing up.

I walk toward my car, the air already laced with ice and a hint of snow. It’s late October, almost time for Halloween. Someone’s car has pumpkin stickers scattered across the windshield, a tiny reminder of the season.

Climbing in, I crank up the heat and close my eyes, trying to let the day slide off me. Trying being the keyword.

Christmas will be here soon—my favorite time of year, hands down. Cheesy movies, decorations, way too much food… I fully accept my future holiday food coma.

My cell phone rings. I dig it out of my handbag. It’s Julian, my big brother. He’s not usually a call type of guy. Texts are more his thing—short, efficient, borderline abrupt.

“Hey,” I say. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

His voice is ice when he speaks. “I’m going to give you an address. Do you have a pen and paper?”

“What?”

“Do you have a pen and⁠—”

“I can write on my phone,” I snap, irritated without knowing exactly why.

Maybe it’s because of that shadowy part of Julian’s life I pretend not to notice, the one full of questions he’ll never answer.

He spits out the address. I punch it into my GPS.

“Why am I going to a dive bar at the edge of town?” I ask.

“Someone needs your help. Your expertise. Do you have a first-aid kit?”

“Yes, Julian. What the hell is this?”

“Just come. Please.”

He hangs up. Crap.

What choice do I have?

I start the car.

The bar is the very definition of ramshackle. Peeling paint, sagging wood, a flickering sign with a crow so faded it looks more like a smudge than a bird.

Julian meets me in the entranceway that reeks of whiskey and damp. “Thank God you’re here,” he says, voice tight. My brother usually dresses like an accountant—pressed shirts, neat hair, everything in place.

Now his expression is ash. His shirt is torn. There’s blood smeared along his neck as if someone grabbed him.

Panic rises in my voice. “What’s happening?”

Julian takes my hands and looks at me with glittering eyes, as though he might break down in tears. “I’m sorry, but I can’t explain. You need to tend to Damian’s wounds. He’s got a flesh wound in his arm and a gash on his face. Can you do it?”

My pulse stutters, and sweat beads all over my body, making my already dirty scrubs feel even grosser. “Duh-Damian?”

Julian takes my hand. “Come on. Please.”

“This is it,” I whisper. “Where you go when you sneak around. Why you’re always acting secretive and dodging my questions.”

“No,” he snarls. “It isn’t. Damian needs us. Please. Just do this–then forget it ever happened.”

How am I supposed to do that?

As Julian leads me down a narrow corridor, I think of the last time I saw his best friend. It was a couple of years ago—Julian’s birthday. Another part of his life he keeps carefully walled off.

I remember Damian standing poolside with a sour expression, hair perfect, arms crossed, refusing to swim because God forbid he look like he was having fun. He scanned the party like he was deciding whether to punch someone or disappear.

Now he sits on a stool, leaning against the bar, a bloody towel pressed to his arm. A cut slices across his cheek. He looks even bigger than before—shoulders broad enough to block out half the room, stuffed into a shirt that’s ripped and stained. His severe eyes turn to me slowly.

“What is she doing here?” he growls.

And just like that, I remember my crush.

Not a crush-crush. Nothing crazy. But at that party, when he was all broody and shirtless? Yeah, something in me trembled—just a tiny fault line I’d never let turn into an earthquake.

“We need to make sure the wound on your arm is nothing to worry about,” Julian says. “And that cut on your face needs tending to. Let her help.”

Damian locks me in his gaze. “Does she know?” he asks Julian.

“No,” Julian replies. “And we’re keeping it that way.”

I spin on him. Partly with anger. Partly because Damian’s eyes make my knees feel unreliable. I’m tired after a long shift. Sleep-deprived. And the last thing I need is the distraction of those impossibly dark, broody eyes.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not right here,” I snap.

Julian drags a hand through his hair, wrecking the neatness he always clings to. The sight alone tells me how bad this really is.

“Please,” he says, his voice breaking.

I turn back to Damian. “I’ll help. But if you won’t give me answers, at least do me the courtesy of not insulting me by talking about me like I’m some kid.”

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Elle
He watched my mother die.
Now he wants to own me.

The Ghost was never supposed to be real, just a shadow in my nightmares.
The man who stood there when my mother took her last breath.

Now he’s back.
All hard muscle and quiet menace,
and I can’t decide if I want to put a bullet in his chest
or my mouth on his.

He should be my enemy…
not the only man who’s ever made me feel safe.

Nico
They call me the Ghost.
Silent. Lethal. Unforgivable.

I’ve spent years burying the secrets of that night.
But the one woman I swore to stay away from
is the only one I can’t release.

She thinks she’s hunting me.
She has no idea she’s already mine.

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PROLOGUE

ELLE

The first time I saw him, he was a shadow. A phantom in the dark, watching from the corner of a blood-soaked alley.

The second time I see him, he’s a man. Flesh, bone, muscle—and danger wrapped in a tailored suit.

It’s a wedding, of all places. All I see are his eyes. Icy, unrelenting, the kind of blue that shouldn’t belong to the living. The kind that once seared into me so deeply, I’ve carried them like a curse.

Now they’re here. On me.

And I can’t breathe.

I should look away, pretend I don’t recognize him. But my body betrays me, draws me to him like a flame to dry silk. He moves through the crowd with lethal grace, but he doesn’t belong in the sunlight or holy places. He belongs to shadows.

Yet here he is, stopping in front of me. So close I can smell cedar wood, leather, and the faintest hint of something darker.

“You’ve been searching for me.” His voice is low; a rumble meant for me alone.

My pulse hammers against my throat. “And you’ve been watching me.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Always.”

I should step back. I should shove him away, scream, run, do anything but what I do. Because when he leans in—slow, deliberate, his hand brushing against mine as if daring me to pull away—I don’t. I freeze, rooted in place as his breath fans across my cheek.

“Say my name,” he whispers, like a sin, like a dare.

But I don’t know it. Not the real one. To me, he’s only ever been the Ghost.

Instead of speaking, I lift my chin, meeting his gaze. His eyes darken, and then his mouth is on mine.

It’s not gentle. It’s not careful. His lips crash into mine with a hunger that steals the breath from my lungs. My back hits the stone wall of the cathedral entryway, his body pressing into mine like he owns the space, owns me. My hands find the sharp edges of his suit jacket, fisting in the fabric to hold myself upright against the flood of sensation.

The kiss tastes like heat and smoke, violence and salvation. It’s like every nightmare and fantasy I’ve ever had are colliding at once. By the time he pulls back, I’m gasping. His thumb brushes my lower lip as if he regrets leaving it. When he speaks, his words are like a promise. Or a threat.

“Obsession cuts both ways, Elle.”

And then—like the shadow he is—he’s gone. Swallowed by the crowd before I can speak, before I can demand answers, leaving me with only the taste of him on my lips.

The Ghost is real.

And whether he saves me or ruins me, I already know I’ll follow him straight into the dark.

CHAPTER 1

ELLE

Some eyes are unmistakable. Not because they're a unique color or shape, but because of the way they look into you, as if cutting straight through your soul. They haunt you like lingering images you can’t wash from your mind, and not in a good way.

I was only a teenager when I first saw the pair of eyes that would taunt and torment me for years. Even now, at twenty-six, I can still see them—striking, pale ice-gray eyes that look so emotionless and cold it’s hard to believe they belonged to a person. They more resembled something otherworldly. A ghost.

And ever since I saw those eyes staring back at me all those years ago, I’ve been driven—haunted—by the need to find the man they belong to.

Sometimes it doesn’t feel like a little over a decade has passed since I watched my mother being gunned down in a back alley of Las Vegas. Other times, it feels like centuries have gone by, leaving me detached from the trauma I experienced — or at least attempting to be. But those eyes have never felt far away. They’ve lingered as if they’re still watching me. Or maybe it’s because my mind committed them to memory the way a predator memorizes the scent of its prey.

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Aurora
A billionaire boss.
A fake relationship.
A storm I can’t escape.
When Raiden Blackwell offers me fifty thousand dollars to pose as his girlfriend for a Halloween masquerade, I tell myself it’s just business.
But under every mask, every command, every stolen breath, he makes me feel things I shouldn’t.
I’m falling for the man who only promised pretend.

Raiden
I needed a date.
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AURORA

Blood pools from his chest, and his mouth is open in a cry of agony, but no sound comes out. He died fast. Now he lies there with his mask still on: gold around the edges, the rest of it marble white, a show of power and dominance and status which did nothing to stop the knife from going into his chest.

This was never supposed to mean anything. It was an arrangement, a deal, a transaction. Nothing more.

So why am I grateful, then, that I’m wearing a mask so the other partygoers can’t see the tears rolling down my cheeks?

CHAPTER 1

AURORA

Iused to love storms. Before I turned sixteen and a storm took my parents from me, I’d curl up near a window with a cup of hot cocoa and read a book. I’d savor the sound of the wind whipping against the glass and the cozy comfort it provided.

Driving through this Maine storm, I grit my teeth. I can’t lose my grandmother, not after I lost my parents. I’m twenty-three, and I lost them when I was sixteen— seven years where, I guess, I could’ve healed. But it never happened. The wound still feels raw after all this time.

I got a call from the hospital. Grandma has had a stroke. They didn’t give me any further information, and now I feel like screaming to release some of the tension. Rain whips against the windshield as the wipers struggle to do their job.

Maybe that’s a theme. We’re all just struggling along.

I need to take it easy. I can’t get morose.

With my heart pounding like a scared kid, I finally make it to the hospital after several hours of driving. I rush across the parking lot in a light jacket. With the chill going straight to my bones, the wind trying to knock me off my feet. Maybe there’s a metaphor in that.

Grandma is sitting in the hospital bed, the window a gloomy sheet behind her, her complexion not much better. One of her eyes is slightly shut and the corner of her lip droops downward, but otherwise she seems like her usual self.

Her silver hair tied in a bun, a no-nonsense grimace on her face. “Oh, Aurora,” she says.

Her words have a slur to them, but I can hear the meaning behind them: You didn’t have to come.

“I wasn’t going to stay at college while you’re lying in the hospital,” I tell her, rushing in for a hug.

She embraces me fiercely. “I was getting ready to check myself out. This is a lot of fuss for nothing.”

“Like hell you’re checking yourself out,” I snap, sitting on the chair next to her bed and holding one of her hands in both of mine. I cling desperately to her warmth. “You’re staying right here as long as the doctor says so, and I won’t hear anything different. Got it?”

“Oh, Aurora.”

“You look like a pervert.”

She gives me a sly smile. “Excuse me?”

“That permanent wink you’ve got going on – it’s salacious. You can’t walk the streets wearing that.”

She erupts in laughter. I’ve loved that sound ever since I was a kid, when Mom, Dad, and I would visit her and she’d sit me on her knee and say, “Time for one of your jokes.”

“I needed that,” she says now.

“I’m here as long as you need me.”

She waves her free hand at me.

“Don’t give me that. College will understand.”

“But—”

“You’re all I have left. Don’t make me cry.”

Truthfully, there are already tears in my eyes. I’ve tried to make myself hard-as-nails, but far too often, I end up like putty. Life weighs too heavily sometimes. Outside, thunder cracks, and I flinch as an image from Mom’s open casket bursts brightly in my memory.

“I’m sorry,” Grandma mutters, her slur only slightly altering her words. “You know how busy Halloween is. It keeps me afloat for the rest of the year.”

“I can help with the costumes. I’ve already explained to my teacher about the call from the hospital. Seriously, Grandma – they said to take as long as I need.”

Grandma sighs. “I don’t like this.”

“I’m in my third year. I’ve got a track record. They know I wouldn’t leave unless it was serious.”

“But—”

“If it takes me ditching college for the rest of my life⁠—”

“Don’t say that!”

“To stop you from checking out of the hospital when you’ve had a stroke, then I’ll do it. Call my bluff. Please. See if I’m joking.”

When she rolls her eyes, she looks half her age. Like a sassy teenager. “You’re the boss.”

There’s some truth in that. After Mom and Dad died, I moved in with Grandma. Sometimes it was like the roles were reversed. I’d have to make sure she got enough sleep and didn’t work herself down to a stub. I don’t resent it. She’s family. But it can be difficult.

“Anyway, enough of this depressing nonsense. Tell me, how’s school?”

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A masked stranger. A forbidden boss. A dangerous obsession.

Riley Morgan never expected her mystery texter to be Nicholas D’Amico—her cold, commanding billionaire boss. Off-limits. Untouchable. The one man she should run from.
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RILEY

“Didn’t expect to catch a princess tonight,” the masked man’s voice rumbles out against my skin, dark and hungry to match the demanding press of his hands on my waist.

My head swims with the desire laced through every word. When I realize he’s talking about my costume, I giggle. I’ve gone as Belle for the past five years since it’s easy to put together, but this is the first time anyone’s ever appreciated the look so much.

“I don’t mind taking the role of a beast, though. Not with a beauty like you,” he says.

“Flatterer,” I tease, a gasp tearing from my throat as the man’s mouth trails from my jaw down my neck.

“Only when it gets me what I want,” he promises darkly, teeth dragging over my pounding pulse. “Am I getting what I want tonight, princess?”

Making out with someone at a work Halloween party is heavily frowned upon. I’m about eight shots deep; decorum stopped mattering three shots ago. Behaving stopped mattering the second I laid eyes on the guy dressed like Ghost from Call of Duty.

Being quiet still matters, but I’m rapidly losing interest in that too.

My mystery man is in head-to-toe black, wearing heavy boots and tactical gear strapped across his body, the signature ‘Ghost’ skull mask pushed above his nose so he can fit his mouth against mine. I’m never going to be able to play Modern Warfare again without thinking of the sharp taste of bourbon and the smell of expensive cologne.

Fuck, I should thank Cassie for dragging me along tonight.

Or maybe not—it’s probably not a good idea to say anything about this in the light of day. No. All my coworkers need to know is that I spent the night celebrating an official job offer after my internship ended. They don’t need to know anything about me grinding against a sinfully sexy man in the hallway of my boss’s mansion.

“Maybe I’ll give you what you want.” I never hook up with strangers, and I’ve never been particularly bratty—or kinky at all—with the people I’ve dated in the past. “If you ask nicely. You can do that, can’t you, Ghost?”

The man pulls back with a grin when I call out his costume, his eyes dark in the shadows of the hallway as they trail over the blue dress I’m wearing.

“Not my style.” He chuckles darkly, wrapping one hand over my dress and under my knee to hook around his trim waist. “I take what I want. And you’re going to be a good girl and thank me for what I give you, right?”

My breath hitches at the demanding words, the harsh whisper of his voice barely audible over people talking and drinking just around the corner.

I’m nodding before I even think it through. My mind is blank of anything but desire and excitement; the thrill of those dark eyes watching me like a predator makes my pulse skyrocket.

“That’s what I thought,” he says smugly.

He catches my lips in another searing kiss, reaching down to the ankle wrapped around his waist. I can damn near taste his wicked grin when he slides his fingers beneath the hem of my dress, sliding from my ankle to my calf, squeezing just above my knee. I can’t help but arch into the touch when he keeps going, dragging the fabric further and baring more and more skin, his palm hot and broad against my thigh.

“Please,” I whisper against his lips when his fingers stop just shy of the hem of my panties.

A low moan tumbles from him as he leans down to glide his mouth across my throat again. “Ask me one more time, princess. Go on.”

Pressing into his touch, I bare my throat and grind down against the muscled thigh between my legs, trembling with need already. Fuck, he hasn’t even touched me yet.

I’m going to be ruined after tonight.

“Please,” I whine. “I need it. Need you. Take whatever you want.”

If I let myself think about a certain CEO who happens to own this house while my mystery man tugs at the hem of my panties, that’s between me and God.

It’s not like the guy dressed as Ghost is hard on the eyes—what I can see of him, which is exclusively a sharp jaw and wicked smirk that does it for me. He’s muscled and hot against me, all thick thighs and insistent hands. It’s easy to fall into it.

“That’s it,” he praises, low and filthy. “Be a good girl, and I’ll make you come so hard you scream. Everyone will know how good I make you feel.”

My response falls away on a gasp as deft fingers slide beneath my panties without hesitation, his thumb circling my clit in a way that makes my knees instantly go weak. I bury my face into his shoulder to quiet my moans as he teases my entrance with the tip of one finger, but he pulls me back by my hair and grins down at me dangerously.

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Siena
Dario Bianchi is everything I should avoid—
Arrogant. Gorgeous. Off-limits.
And the heir to a mafia dynasty.
Every time he looks at me, I feel like I already belong to him.
But I can’t afford distractions.
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I’m the Mafia Prince.
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I’ll protect her.
I’ll possess her.
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SIENA

The cold metal of the gun barrel presses against my head. The hot breath of the man moves over my neck, making me want to cringe away, but I can’t. He’s got his arm wrapped around my body as he presses the gun harder against my head.

It’s like I float out of my body, looking down at the surreal scene.

I came here to make sure the vow renewal went off without a hitch. That’s why I flew to paradise, but now it’s turned to hell.

“Do you want to die, bitch?” he growls. “I’ll blow your goddamn brains out.”

I try not to look or sound scared, but I can’t lie. I’m terrified.

Outside, the horizon stretches to a deep blue sky, the sea glittering. The peace and serenity of the vignette don’t match the horror of this scene.

The man leans down, lowering his voice to a vicious whisper just for me. “I bet you never dreamed this was how you were going to die.”

CHAPTER 1

SIENA

Iwalk up the beach, the sun already burning down, the sand bleached white. The palm trees watch me as I make my way past the huts, which sit on the clear blue water. No one else is stupid enough to be up this early, but I’ve got a job to do. I’m not here for pleasure, nor for leisure.

I’m here to do a good job. For my career. For Mom.

The Bianchis are old money. Not only have they hired an entire island in the Maldives for their vow renewal. They’ve also built infrastructure, such as this makeshift hut with ‘Fantasy Boat Rental–Making Dreams Come True’ written across the front in cherry red letters.

This island didn’t have a boat tour station here, meaning they would’ve had to wait longer for their tour. The Bianchis are too rich for that.

I knock on the door, wait a minute, then knock again.

Finally, a skinny man answers, his almond eyes narrowed suspiciously as though I’ve committed a crime. “Hello, miss?”

“Ahmed?” I ask.

He bows slightly. “Yes.”

“Hi–I’m Siena. We spoke on the phone?”

“Yes?” He says, like it’s a question.

“I want to confirm that everything is still okay for the Bianchi boat tour.”

A flicker of… something moves across his face. Fear? Awkwardness? “Ah, that, Miss Siena.”

“Yes, that.” I fidget, then hear my mother’s voice in my head. Don’t get antsy. “I arranged it in advance.”

“I’m afraid we’ve had to cancel those arrangements, Miss Siena.”

I feel my face turning red. “That’s impossible. The Bianchis were very clear about wanting to go on this tour. What reason could you have for canceling? We’re the only large party on this island.”

He looks down, and it’s there again. Fear. I’m almost certain. “There have been complications.”

I resist the urge to grind my teeth, put on my best friendly voice, which is a challenge, I’ll admit. “What complications?”

Unbelievably, he shuts the door in my face. “Very sorry, Miss Siena, but there will be no boat tour.”

I stick my foot in the doorway. “Have you spoken to my boss, Veronica Lane, about this?”

He shakes his head.

“Who have you spoken to?” I practically grit out.

He looks down at my foot like he’s considering kicking it out of the way. I almost want him to try. “There is–uh–another booking on another island. We didn’t know. Double booked. So sorry, Miss Siena.”

He’s lying. I don’t know how I know. Call it instinct.

“Your foot is in the way,” he says.

“I’m aware my foot is in the way. I’ve done that on purpose because, honestly, slamming the door in my face seems absurdly rude and completely unprofessional. As does your unwillingness to give me an explanation. Have you spoken to my boss?”

“No, Miss Siena.”

“She won’t take this well.”

“I’m sorry.”

“This was arranged with more than enough time.”

For the third time, that look of panic. “I’m sorry,” he repeats.

“I’ll be back,” I tell him, turning away and taking out my cell. I call Veronica.

She answers, sounding tired. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I didn’t want to wake you, but Ahmed with Fantasy Boat Rental seems to think he can cancel our boat tour. Apparently, he’s double-booked us. I’ve tried to explain that this is unacceptable, but he won’t listen. And…”

“And?” Veronica prompts.

I almost don’t say it. “He looked scared.”

Veronica’s slightly mocking tone makes me wish I’d kept it to myself. “Scared?”

“I don’t know. Like maybe there’s some funny business going on. Perhaps they aren’t double-booked. Maybe someone just offered them more money or something? Or there’s another reason for canceling?”

“Another reason.” Veronica sighs. “Siena, don’t let your imagination run away with you.”

“Okay, fine, you’re probably right. But what are we going to do about this?”

“We’re not going to do anything. You’re going to handle this yourself. What’s the point of me having a right-hand woman if you can’t deal with situations like this? I’m going back to sleep.”

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She was promised to a ruthless don. He took her anyway.
Luciano Moretti, The Saint, is calm, calculating, and dangerously loyal. As the Moretti family’s consigliere, he’s lived in the shadows… until the day he crosses the line.
When Luc steals a rival Don’s bride-to-be from the altar, he doesn’t just shatter an alliance. He sparks a full-blown mafia war.
Valentina Ricci was supposed to be a bargaining chip. Now she’s on the run with the one man who’s always watched from a distance. The one man she was never supposed to love.
He’s older. Untouchable. Obsessed.
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PROLOGUE

LUC

Valentina Ricci is a dangerous obsession. The kind that gnaws at your mind until there's nothing left but reckless desire. She's not mine. She's with another man. Yet, I woke today knowing I had to see her, consequences be damned.

“You’re risking everything,” Alonzo warns, watching me gather my things.

"Vincent won't miss me for a few hours," I reply, ignoring the judgment in his eyes.

He sighs, resigned. "You realize Leonardo Conti won't forgive this."

"Leonardo doesn't scare me," I say coldly. He might be a Don, but beneath his expensive suits. He's just another arrogant prick exerting dominance through fear.

I arrive at Conti’s estate at twilight, slipping effortlessly through the iron gates with practiced lies. His guards, more muscle than brains, let me pass without suspicion. Once inside the grounds, I move silently, guided only by the faint glow from Valentina’s window.

My heart pounds when I throw the pebble. It sharply hits the window frame. Moments later, she appears, breathtaking and startled.

“Luc? You shouldn’t be here!” she whispers urgently.

"Can I come up?" I don't wait for an answer, scaling the tree effortlessly, slipping into her room. The instant we’re face to face, every buried emotion between us flares to life.

"They set the wedding date," she admits softly, sadness heavy in her voice.

"Then don’t marry him," I insist, angered by the hopeless look in her eyes.

"You know it’s not that simple."

Instead of answering, I pull her close, my mouth claiming hers fiercely. Forbidden, reckless—it's exactly what we've both craved for years. Our clothes disappear quickly, passion overtaking caution. Every touch, every gasp is desperate, knowing this stolen moment might be our only chance.

Later, as I reluctantly rise to leave, I see the tears in her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this,” I remind her again, but her resigned expression tells me otherwise.

Before I leave, I place a small box in her hand. Inside, a delicate bracelet with a camera charm, a symbol of the night we first connected.

“You will always have my heart,” I whisper, slipping back into the darkness.

But as I climb down the tree, dread coils tightly in my chest. Tonight, I've crossed a line. I betrayed my family and defied powerful men. The fallout will be swift, merciless, and unstoppable.

As I vanish into the shadows, I realize there’s no turning back. I didn't defy just Vincent tonight. I ignited a war.

CHAPTER 1

VALENTINA

Italy’s deep burnt orange sunset pours through the window of the cathedral’s dressing room as I stand there looking out the window like a caged bird.

Two weeks—it’s been just over two weeks since Luciano climbed through my bedroom window and gave me the most wonderful night of my life. Granted, it was more like the most wonderful few hours rather than a whole night since our time was short together, but to me it felt like my entire life being distilled down into that one, intensely powerful window of time—or at least the life that I want to have, rather than the one that is now being forced upon me.

“You’re so blessed and fortunate to be having a wedding in Italy,” the attendant gushes as she fawns over the lace-covered buttons at the back of my bodice.

They feel more like sutures than buttons, stitching me up into the shell of a bride that I don’t wish to be, wrapping me up in a beautiful dress the same way that they dress up corpses, in order to hide the fact that I’m dying inside.

But this old woman doesn’t even see it. She’s onLeonardo’s staff, so she sees and says only what he wants her to see and speak.

“The Amalfi Coast,” she continues as she looks out the window in front of us. “I’ve never seen such a lucky bride before. Just look at these dramatic cliffs and the sun-soaked romance of it all. This venue is the epitome of vibrant sophistication if I dare say so.”

I wish she wouldn’t say anything at all. I wish that she’d just tend to my dress in silence. It would make it easier for me to pretend that this is all just a bad dream that I will somehow wake up from, instead of the current nightmarish reality that I face. What could be worse than being forced to marry someone you don’t love? There’s no amount of stunning ocean views or colorful Mediterranean glamour that will make up for that injustice. She’s right that this would be my dream wedding destination if I were marrying Luc instead of Leonardo Conti.

All of the most important families are here to attend Leonardo’s wedding and show their respect, all except for the Barones. The Morettis are here, which means at least I will have my friend, Isla, in the church pews as a warm and friendly face to look out at while I walk toward the end of my freedom.

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Evie Davis made one reckless mistake—faking a resume that landed her in billionaire Dom Russo’s crosshairs. Now she’s his prisoner, trapped in his secluded estate to protect her from a dangerous biker gang.
Dom Russo is a ruthless CEO and former Navy SEAL with a dark obsession: Evie. She hates him, fears him, yet craves him with every breath. One text. One contact. That’s her lifeline.
Lines blur when Dom touches her, claiming her body and igniting a fire she can’t resist. Evie knows she should escape, but instead, she’s falling deeper into the storm of his possessive desire. With danger looming and passion burning out of control, will Evie find freedom, or lose herself completely in Dom’s dangerous embrace?

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EVIE

Ithrow myself at him, aiming a punch at his face. He ducks to the side, slips under the strike, then wraps his arms around me and pushes me against this wall.

“Do you think I want to hurt you?” he growls.

I don’t know if he’s talking about physically, spiritually, sexually, or emotionally.

He’s my kidnapper, and I have to keep fighting. But when he pushes against me and I feel his firm muscles and the heat of his body – plus the little voice whispering in the back of my head that we’re compatible – sometimes, hate is a tricky word to remember.

“I think you take what you want, and you don’t care about the consequences.”

Diving low, I rush him. He’s so muscular, I end up bouncing back instead of pushing him away. I raise my hands, ready to fight.

He smirks, infuriatingly handsome, threads of silver glinting in the jet black of his hair. Sweat makes his clothes cling to him.

“Are you going to run?” he says.

“Are you making fun of me?”

Another smirk – another challenge. “It’s a simple question.”

“Do you always tease the girls you kidnap?”

His smile falters. “I’ve never kidnapped anyone.”

“Before me.”

“That was for your safety.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

He rushes at me, feints one way, springs up the other. With a gentle sweep of his leg, he knocks me off my feet. I shriek and fall backward, but he catches me, holding me safely in his arms.

My head spins as he leans down for a kiss.

I don’t want this. I can’t want this.

But when our lips meet, I forget there’s a difference between wrong and right.

CHAPTER 1

DOM

Before

I’m outside Evie’s apartment in Echo Parks. I’ve followed her from the offices of Russo Multimedia Group, my company, in Century City. I’m doing this for her own good. I’m just keeping a watchful eye on her. That’s what I tell myself.

Evie Davis, twenty-one years old, turning up to an interview at my multinational, multibillion-dollar company in a dark floaty dress that had my pole growing stiff under my desk.

I’d be lying if I said she did not enthrall me. She sits at the front window of her apartment at a workbench, a pair of goggles propped on her forehead, working on something I can’t see. From here, I can’t see her expression, but I remember her concentrated look from the interview earlier today.

Lies riddled her resume.. The worst was she claimed to have several years’ experience at a company owned by a friend of mine. One phone call shattered that deceit. Out of curiosity, I looked her up online.

When I saw her pretty, enthusiastic profile picture, I told myself her beauty had nothing to do with my decision to interview her personally. I was, my story went, making an example of her. Nobody gets to sneak their way into my company.

In the front window, she stretches her arms over her head, making my heart pound a little quicker.

At the interview, she walked in trying to look confident, but I could discern the nerves bubbling beneath the surface. When she brushed her dress down, rubbing her shaky hands over the tempting curves of her body, my body hummed.

“Take a seat, Miss Davis.”

She sat, adjusted her dress. And just like that, she had me hooked.

A car pulls up outside her apartment, tugging me back to the present moment. Whenever somebody appears, it’s a reminder that what I’m doing is wrong. But she said something at the end of that confusing, enthralling interview that had me wondering if I could do a good deed.

When I said, “I see you have three years’ experience at Charles Menezes’ company,” she looked away, a subtle blush rising to her cheeks. I tried to control myself, but my body didn’t care about my honorable notions. My shaft was thick with desire. I refused to be controlled by my sudden, inexplicable need.

Hell, inexplicable?

It is, in fact, very explicable… her curves, her pouting lips, her wide and rebellious honey colored eyes, the braid draped over one shoulder as though giving me a handhold for when I guide her luscious body against mine.

“Uh, yes,” she said, and I think she knew I’d seen through her flimsy charade. But she wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

“Are my windows more interesting than this interview, Miss Davis?”

She turned to me quickly. “No, of course not. I was just thinking, Mr Russo.”

“Care to share with the class?”

A daring look sparked in her eyes. But then it shifted, and she looked afraid. Even before the end of the interview, when she dropped the bombshell, I felt weirdly, confusingly sorry for her. “I was thinking about how beautiful this office is.”

I didn’t buy it, and I should’ve kicked her out of my office, but I was… interested. “Thank you. That’s very kind.”

“Did you design it yourself?”

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