I ran. He hunted. Falco Tierney is my father’s most lethal enforcer. Thirty-eight. Scarred. Loyal to the Don. Until me.
“Touch her,” he says, voice calm as a loaded gun, “and I’ll start a war.” I’m the mafia princess. The chosen heir. A pawn in a blood-soaked alliance with the Irish. I was raised to be untouchable.
Instead, I let my bodyguard ruin me. One stolen night becomes obsession. Obsession becomes possession.
