I get kidnapped by an Irish mafia underboss… then forced to marry him to stop a gang war.
For eight years, I survive behind a fake name and buried secrets. Then Declan O’Rourke drags me out of a charity gala at knifepoint like he owns me.
He’s cold, violent, and terrifyingly possessive. The kind of man who threatens people with a whisper instead of a gun.
Now I’m trapped inside his guarded safehouse while someone powerful wants me dead.
I try to escape. He catches me.
Then he takes a bullet meant for me.
Breaks a made man’s fingers for touching me.
I find proof he’s the one keeping me alive while his boss wants me dead.
And somewhere between the blood, secrets, and stolen moments in the dark, I stop planning my escape and start falling for my captor.
Which is a disaster… because if his syndicate finds out I’m the only survivor of the rival families massacre, my husband may become the one to execute me.
