When Marla came to me asking for help in avenging her brotherโs death, I agreed . . . for a price.
Marriage. To me. A mafia capo . . . the type of man sheโd sworn off years ago.
She would learn: Nothing in this life was free. And in exchange, I wanted her.
Whether she could handle who I wasโฆ or not.
I thought I had the upper hand, but I underestimated the woman Iโd taken into my bed and planned to make my wife.
It turned out when it came to taking revenge, she possessed a dark side that matched mine.