Charming and seductive. Cold-blooded and merciless. Kenzo Mori, the wrathful king of the Mori Mafia family, is a sinfully beautiful devil with a heart of ice. He's an enemy who's had a target on my back for years. Now, he's my new husband. Our marriage of inconvenience is supposed to end the violence between the Bratva and the Yakuza. Little does he know, the real war has only just begun. Kenzo thinks I belong to him. I think he'd better sleep with one eye open. But while the enemy in my bed might be slowly dominating my nights and darkest fantasies, my heart is a battle he'll never win.

I'm trapped by a beautiful psychopath. A devil with a soul as black as his heart. Mal Ulstäd is seductive brutality wrapped in sinister allure. And he knows what I did. He knows my family destroyed his. Now, he won't stop, no matter how fast or how far I run. They say fairytales are just pretend. But monsters? Those are real. And they never, ever let go...

He's a dark storm wrapped in tattoos and muscle. A mafia prince with a killer's smile and a predator's gaze. Takeshi Mori doesn't ask for anything. He takes it. Including me. Our marriage is a weapon forged in blood, meant to stop a war. But there's nothing peaceful about my new husband. He's ruthless chaos incarnate—a Machiavellian psychopath with a thirst for violence. He craves control, but I was born to defy. His darkness terrifies me even as it calls to mine. His touch consumes me even as it burns me alive.

Life has a sick sense of humor. One minute, I'm arguing with my mobster ex while dripping wet in nothing but a towel. The next, he's dead on the floor, and I'm naked, vulnerable, and at the sole mercy of the most dangerous man in New York City. I've heard the rumors that all the mafia families bow to Creed Ferraro, but I never expected him to drag me into their world. Creed blames me for his brother's death, and now, I'm also a witness to his violent crime. I know the rules. In the mafia, witnesses and enemies don't get to live.

Reign Thorn was my best friend turned enemy. But we both know this thing between us is more than just a rivalry. I remember the exact day Reign and I ended our childhood friendship. One terrible accident, and I was to blame. That same year, everything fell apart while my friendship with Reign became a rivalry of epic proportions. He was the boy who held my hand when I lost my mom—the boy who taught me the love of the game. Then suddenly, he was gone, and in his place was a calculating, ruthless opponent, both on and off the ice.