I called her my best friend. I treated her as mine.
Until her family announces her arranged marriage. Taking her from me.
Psychotic. Psychopathic. The words commonly used to describe my crime family.
Marriage in my family is considered a life oath. With a book as thick as the bible on the rituals.
And we only marry to end wars.
For over four years I had kept her from learning just how twisted my family is. By hiding her as my friend.
But I don’t like him touching her. And I hate the idea of her being his.
Not when she would look so good as mine.
My blood on her.
My name tattooed on her.
Mine. Not his.
Book 1 ends with a cliffhanger
