He murdered my brother. Now I carry his child. For two years, I’ve been the perfect weapon—beautiful, calculated, and built for revenge. Lorenzo Bellanti is the Devil’s Hand, the mafia’s most feared enforcer. I crawled into his bed to destroy him from the inside out. But I didn’t plan on craving the man behind the monster. Didn’t plan on carrying his baby. Now I’m trapped in the same underground cell where my brother died—my unborn child a pawn in a brutal power game. I was the trap. Now I’m the target. And the man I meant to ruin? He’s coming for me—with blood in his ...

He sees me on the auction stage and outbids everyone to marry me… He’s my family’s arch rival. Humiliating me is his revenge. He’s much older than me but decides he’ll force me into marriage anyway. So he buys me like property. Now I’m his to do with as he pleases. My brothers see me as their precious baby sister, the one who needs protection. Until the big bad Bratva guy picks me up and drags me away. I’m the card he’s waiting to play, a pretty little ace up his sleeve. And while he has me under his control, he decides to have some fun. I ask what he’s going to do to me, ...

I hate Nico Moretti. The Reaper. The man who turns blood into power, whose name is spoken in fear and reverence. And in forty-eight hours, I'll be wearing his ring. Our marriage is meant to prevent a war, but it's the very thing that might ignite one. A mole is revealing sensitive information, causing chaos amongst mafia heads, threatening to destroy both our families. My father calls it business—like trading me to the devil is nothing more than balancing the books. I tell myself I can do this—I'm a Bellanti. I've survived worse than becoming a mobster's bride. But the real betrayal? My...

He’s the enemy of my family— And the first man to ever touch me. One second, I’m walking down the aisle. The next, I’m in a cabin with a mafia enforcer who looks at me like I’m already his. Max Mastroni is cold. Brutal. Covered in scars. He says I’m just leverage—bait for my father. But his hands say something else. So do the things he makes me feel. I try to run. I scream, I fight, I curse his name. But he doesn’t care that I’m untouched. He just says he’ll ruin me gently. I thought I knew what hate was. Turns out it looks a lot like obsession. And sounds a lot like his...

He’s my captor, my enemy… and the only man who’s ever made me ache. I came to plan a gala at Manhattan’s most dangerous nightclub. Not to witness a mafia interrogation or get kidnapped by Luca Moretti, the ruthless boss who rules the underworld. Storm-gray eyes. A jaw carved by violence. Tattoos arms made to claim. He speaks in threats, moves like sin and stares like he already owns me. Locked in his penthouse. No escape. Just him and the heat between us. At first, I resisted his control, his world. But each day, the fire burns hotter. Now…I crave the flames. His voice drips filth...

❖ You can’t cage what refuses to be tamed. ❖ I lost my voice the night my world burned. Since then, silence has been my refuge, my armor. A quiet prisoner in a life not my own, I’ve learned that words mean nothing in a world ruled by power and blood. But now, I’m being forced into the arms of a man more feared than the devil himself. Lucian Moretti. The cold and ruthless king of Milan’s underworld. To him, I am nothing more than a pawn, a silent bride to seal a fragile truce. A woman forced to make a deal with a devil in the hopes of surviving a world that seeks to destroy me. ...

Alessandro D’Angelo. He was my forbidden temptation. My obsession. My ruin. In his arms, I was fire. In his world, I was ash. Then he vanished—without a word, without a trace—leaving my heart and my life in ruins. Now, six years later, he’s back—lethal, relentless, and looking at me like I still belong to him. The masquerade ball was supposed to be just another job—one night, one illusion. I never expected to come face-to-face with the man who shattered me. But I’m not the same woman he left behind. I have secrets of my own—like the son he knows nothing about. His enemies ...

I had a one-night stand with a Mafia Don, and now I’m his captive bride. Dominic. Ruthless, commanding, lethal. This powerful Mafia boss believes I witnessed a murder that could destroy him. So to keep his secrets safe, he kidnaps me, forcing me into marriage. I should hate him. I should fear him. But the way he looks at me sets my blood on fire. Dominic is a storm I can’t escape—his touch ignites me, his control strips me bare, and his darkness calls to something deep inside me I didn’t know existed. I begin to see the man beneath the cold exterior. But his world is dangerous. A ...

He fired one shot. I saw everything. Now, I dance for the Devil of Vegas. I'm Isla Hart, a ballet dancer about to get my big break—until one wrong turn backstage lands me as an unwilling witness to murder. He's Vincent Moretti, ice-blooded king of the Vegas Strip, but he doesn't silence me. Instead, he locks me in his glass-walled penthouse above the city, surrounded by silk sheets, steel rules, and a view of his empire. He demands obedience. I plan an escape. But the most untouchable man in Nevada soon discovers his one fatal weakness—me. Meanwhile... Gangs circle. A dirty cop digs. ...

I owe everything to Emilia's father. I'd do anything for the man. When he asked me to marry his daughter, I thought he was insane. I was only going to protect her. That was my job. Yet, one innocent kiss changed everything. Now, it's not about what her father wants. It's all about her. When enemies try to take her and the life we could have away, they will learn why they call me the devil. I'll show them no mercy. Emilia is mine, and God help anyone who tries to come between us.