Control is everything. It’s how empires are built. And how enemies are burned. Raze Cavalho doesn’t build empires—he levels them. He deals in explosives. Destruction. Chaos. Control.
It’s the only language he speaks. Until her. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A witness to his criminal empire. So he does what he always does with a threat. He takes her.
Keeps her close. Watches her. Waits for the knife in his back. But it never comes. Because Izzy isn’t a spy.
She’s just a girl who trusted the wrong man… and walked straight into a war she doesn’t understand. He should let her go. So he does.
But when she’s dragged into the dark again—hurt, hunted, marked— Raze doesn’t hesitate. He brings the fire with him. Because no one touches what’s his and lives.
