Good girls dont take mafia bosses hostage or fall in love with them.
Sadie Morris is a ball of sunshine wrapped in short pink overalls, pockets brimming with homemade dog treats, and an alarmingly passionate thirst for vengeance. Her idea of fun is volunteering at a rundown dog shelter.
I hate dogs. And volunteering. And fun.
But when a group of punks vandalize the shelter and steal one of Sadies furry friends, she goes to the last person she should seek out for help getting him back: me. Davian Reed. Heir to the criminal empire that runs our city.
Cold, calculating, and raised by a ruthless father to own this city and everything in it, I’m tied to the mafia from birth until death. Good girls know to never come within a hundred feet of me.
That doesn’t stop Sadie. When I brush off her desperate plea for help, she doesn’t even hesitate before snatching my friend’s gun and wiggling it at me like a seasoned bank robber—claiming she’s taking me “hostage” until I can find her dog.
She got my attention.
Her sob story might seem a little far-fetched, but few have the balls to ask me for help. Throw in her sweet curves and laughable demands, and I’m ready to see how this hostage situation plays out.
A laugh-out-loud and lighthearted take on mafia romance with a dual POV,
