Christian “Priest” DiLustro.
A charming prince.
Only when it suited him.
I had a taste of him and got addicted. But he was a heartless bastard and an arrogant mafia prince whose only goal was to ignore me after we scratched the itch.
Just when I thought we’d both moved on, he swooped in and claimed he made a promise that he intended to keep, even if it killed us both.
Ivy Murphy.
An Irish mafia princess.
Mine.
We might have started as a dream, but now I was her nightmare. I was damaged goods, scarred by my past. Still, I couldn’t allow anyone else to have her.
So, I stole a marriage contract and her heart. It wasn’t mine to own, but I took it anyway.
For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, I intended to keep her.
Until death do us part.
