I sought sanctuary from the devil. Instead, I found my damnation. I'm twenty years old, and I have three weeks before I become Daniil Morozov's bride—and his next victim.My mother is dead. My uncle is selling me to the Russians like I'm property he can trade. I have one option left, one desperate move: beg protection from the enemy who once saved my life.Lorenzo Sartori doesn't save Torrino women. I know this. The last one who entered his life left four of his men dead. But when I appear at his door with evidence that could destroy Francesco's empire, Lorenzo makes a choice that changes everything.He keeps me.Now I'm trapped in his compound. Hunted by Russians who see me as their stolen prize. Caught between two families who've bathed Chicago in blood for generations.I'm supposed to be his prisoner, leverage in his game of power. He's supposed to be cold, calculating, untouchable.Instead, we burn.Every lesson in survival becomes a lesson in desire. Every night I spend under his protection pulls me deeper into his darkness. Every touch is a betrayal of everything I should stand for.And when the city explodes in violence, when the past comes calling in blood and bullets, I discover a truth that terrifies me:I didn't run to Lorenzo Sartori for salvation.I ran to him because some part of me always knew. I was born to be his queen. "You're mine now, piccola," he tells me. "And I protect what's mine." Dark. Possessive. Utterly addictive.
