“You’re not taking him.” Sofias voice shatters as Lucas gun digs into her husbands chest.
“Then give me her.”
His eyes lock on mine.
The youngest Marino.
The virgin sacrifice.
The ballroom erupts in screams as blood paints the marble.
My eighteenth birthday was supposed to mark my debut.
Instead, it becomes a warzone.
And I become the prize.
I should’ve run.
Should’ve screamed.
But when Sofia whispers Im pregnant, I step forward.
“I’ll go with you.”
Luca Strambo.
Our familys nightmare.
The monster who once stole my sister.
The devil who forces his ring onto my finger hours later.
He doesn’t want me, he wants revenge.
But at night, his hands linger.
His kisses lie.
His body betrays the war in his soul.
He touches me like he’s trying to forget.
Worships me like he already lost.
And when I tell him I’m pregnant.
He goes feral.
Nothing will keep him from me.
Not my sisters.
Not the blood feud he reignited.
Not even death.
I was bought with violence.
Bound by vengeance.
And if love is born of blood
Then our baby will be the beginning—
Or the end—
Of everything.
