His Unwanted Wife, The Rival Don's Queen

The gunman pressed a Glock to my temple and gave my husband a choice.

"One walks out. One stays. Choose, Mr. Underboss."

I wasn't worried. I was Haven. I was his wife of ten years, his Consigliere, the woman who built his empire.

Beside me sobbed Gemma, a fragile twenty-two-year-old he had known for six months.

"Take Gemma! Leave Haven!" Connor screamed, his honor twisting into something unrecognizable.

He walked out of the warehouse with another woman in his arms, leaving me to be butchered.

I didn't wait for the bullet. I threw myself through a glass window into the freezing canal.