My father sold me to a monster to pay his debts. But the man who took me doesn’t look like a killer. He looks like a dream—and he smells like fresh bread.
I’m a third-grade teacher who just became a mafia bargaining chip. When Matteo Costa enters my penthouse, I swing a baseball bat at his head. He catches it mid-air without breaking a sweat.
By day, he’s the lethal Underboss who keeps the city in fear. By night, he’s a midnight baker who uses flour to drown out his demons. I should be running for my life while he’s distracted at the oven.
But watching those brutal, scarred hands knead dough makes my knees weak. My father’s betrayal put a hit squad on my trail.
Now the only thing between me and a bullet is a grumpy baker with a deadly aim. I’m his debt to collect, and he intends to take every inch.
