There’s a price on my head. I’ve been running for six weeks. Then a Sicilian mafia man saves me in a dark corridor. I testified against men just like him. Powerful. Ruthless. Violent.
The mafia ruined my life. There’s no way I’d ever get involved with them ever again. But Pietro Scordato wants to get involved with me. Very involved. Dark. Brooding. Dangerously, frustratingly hot.
He doesn’t want my testimony. He wants to keep me. He locks me in his safe house and tells me I don’t have to be the brain anymore. He’ll do the watching. The worrying. All of it.
And when he make me call him Daddy… I can’t resist any more. I built my whole life around trusting no one.
So why does surrendering to the whims of this ruthless mafia man feel like the first safe breath I’ve taken in years?
