When he touches me I dont see a killer.
I see salvation.
Isolation, gaslighting, punishment.
I married a man who smirked while he broke me.
Who threatened to murder my parents.
Now Im running from his abuse to hide with my cousin, who recently married into the Feretti mafia cosca.
Ensconced in their fabulous mansion I encounter a dangerous phantom the only man who ever made me feel alive.
For just one unforgettable night.
Matteo Caruso. Dark eyes. Skillful hands. Expert mouth. Ruthless killer
My husband will never let me go but Matteo swears to guard me with his life. And wreak vengeance for every single one of the battle scars decorating my body.
His protection comes with a price Im not sure I can pay.
But when he touches me, I remember what it feels like to be worshipped instead of owned.
He kills for duty, for loyalty, for family.
But will he also kill for love?
Im starting to think some prices are worth paying.
But have I escaped one violent monster only to be captured by the possessive obsession of another?
