My father's empire crumbles to dust. His death certificate arrives the same day as the threats—creditors, enemies, assassins circling like wolves. The vultures are already at the door.
My family has seventy-two hours before they bleed.
So I walk into the lion's den myself.
James Salvatore. The Mafia king. The man whose name makes boardrooms fall silent and rivals disappear. I find him in a penthouse drowning in shadow and smoke, and I offer him the only currency I have left: me.
He doesn't refuse.
Our marriage is a transaction written in blood and steel—his power in exchange for my family's survival. Clean. Simple. Contractual. On paper, it's business. In reality, it's a minefield I'm walking barefoot across.
Because James doesn't follow the rules.
He kisses like a threat—slow, deliberate, designed to disarm. He touches like a promise he might burn down the world to keep. Every time I think I've mapped his vulnerabilities, he strips another layer and leaves me raw. His smile says he's three moves ahead. His eyes say he knows exactly what I'm thinking—and he likes it.
The suspicion gnaws at me: Does he even need me anymore?
I'm Emilia Salvatore now. On paper. In his bed. In a game I'm terrified I'm already losing.
Because somewhere between the contract and the carnage, between his calculated touches and his unpredictable mercy, I'm falling for the most lethal man alive.
And I can't tell if he's protecting me from the storm—or if he's the storm all along.
The clock is ticking.
One wrong move. One slip in the game.
And the man who has everything might decide I'm expendable after all.