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.
