Zara:
Life has a sick sense of humor. One minute, I’m arguing with my mobster ex while dripping wet in nothing but a towel. The next, he’s dead on the floor, and I’m naked, vulnerable, and at the sole mercy of the most dangerous man in New York City.
I’ve heard the rumors that all the mafia families bow to Creed Ferraro, but I never expected him to drag me into their world.
Creed blames me for his brother’s death, and now I’m also a witness to his violent crime.
I know the rules. In the mafia, witnesses and enemies don’t get to live.
Creed is unpredictable, though.
I should be terrified of him, but he killed my ex to save my life.
And I can’t ignore the twisted sense of safety that comes with being near the ruthless mobster.
