Bound By Contract To The Ruthless Don

I threw a latte on the most dangerous man in New York and lived to tell about it.

Dante Vitiello. The Capo dei Capi. A man rumored to cut out tongues for interrupting his dinner.

Instead of a bullet to the brain, he handed me a black card and a terrifying ultimatum.

"I need a fiancée," he told me, his eyes dead cold.

To save my failing journalism career and my life, I signed a contract with the devil.

I had to wear his massive diamond ring, smile for the cameras, and pretend to be the love of his life to stop a political mafia marriage.