Marry him, and my family lives. Refuse, and they don’t.
To him, it’s that simple. I built a safe life as a librarian, but then he walked in. Salvatore Vitale. Mafia king. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who doesn’t ask. He takes. Now I’m in his world.
In his house. In his bed… whether I want to be or not. I tell myself he’s a monster. Cold. Dangerous. Completely off-limits. So why does he look at me like I already belong to him?
Why does my body respond like it might be true? Because the scariest part isn’t the contract. It’s him. And if I fall for a monster… What does that make me?
