He was my family’s enemy. I had to sign my life over to him. For the sake of peace, I have no choice but to marry Enzo Bianchi. An Italian Mafia man when I grew up with Bratva family members.
I hate him with every fiber of my being. It doesn’t help that he’s distractingly handsome and is good at getting under my skin.
It’s hard to reconcile with the fact that Enzo was once my enemy and now he’s my husband. How am I going to survive him when I don’t even understand how I feel for him?
Enzo likes that I’m a challenge. So I say: challenge accepted.
