They say sin finds you when your soul is pure. I was raised to pray, to obey, to stay untouched. Twenty years in Catholic skirts and whispered Hail Marys— Never kissed. N ever defiled. Never meant to cross paths with a devil in a tailored suit. But the night Vieri Tavano walked into my café, drenched in blood and silence, my world shattered. He took me. Not for love. Not for lust. As collateral. He swore he wouldn’t touch me… Not unless I begged him to. And God help me, I’m starting to. He’s cold, cruel, carved from shadows—and yet, I see something in his eyes. Pain. Guilt. A ...

❖ I escaped every monster they threw at me. Then I met the one I couldn’t leave. ❖ I was born in blood and betrayal—trained to be a bride, raised to be a weapon, destined to be a warning. But I chose freedom over obedience. I vanished. Changed my name. Built a life out of lies and quiet. Until he found me. Rocco Calderón. The Silvestri Syndicate’s enforcer. Cold. Controlled. Ruthless in a way that feels almost holy. He doesn’t ask questions. He just watches—like he already knows every sin I’ve ever tried to bury. I thought I could outrun my past. Outwit the empire that ...

I need her. I watch her all the time and now it's finally time for me to make my move. Wearing fishnets and a mask and carrying my knife, I head creep toward her to claim what's mine.

It was an innocent mistake; she knocked on the wrong door. It was mine. If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard. I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own. It should've been enough but it wasn't. I needed more...I craved it. She became my obsession. Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul. The need to possess her nearly drove me mad. A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student. She didn't belong in my world. I would bring her only pain. But it was too late...she was mine and I was keeping her.

A year ago, my best friend received an exclusive invitation to join an elite brotherhood at Kingston University. He went into Hawthorne Hall for his initiation—but never came out. I intend to find out why. The brotherhood would never knowingly invite a female into their ranks. So what if I forged my father's signature on the recommendation? With a name like Elliot Ashford, they'll never see me coming. I'll endure whatever hell these brutal brothers put me through because I have no intention of backing down or bowing out gracefully. It won't be pretty.