Mafia Scars

I was the devil. The worst kind of man for her. I knew the truth would make her hate me. But, I still wanted her to be mine.

My goddess. Damn, I'd never wanted a woman the way I wanted her. One simple kiss could scorch my mind clean of everything I knew. That was what she did to me. She took me out of the real world, where I was a mobster and she was a cop. I was the imposter who lied to her . . .

Her father gave me a task: marry his daughter and get everything. Marry the daughter of the mafia king and get everything. The whole billion-dollar fortune. Greed made me say yes, and love blinded me to the danger we were in.

The web of lies I got myself tangled in was the least of my worries because her life was in danger. She had a target on her back. Blood for blood, that's the worst kind of mark you can get in my world. It means death. Someone has to die . . .

I may be the devil and the worst kind of guy for this angel of a woman, but I'll die trying to save her. I will be her savior, and God help those who come for her.

Contains mature themes.

© 2020 Tantor Media (Hljóðbók): 9781494546960

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Hljóðbók: 18 februari 2020