The Syndicate Heir Begs For My Love

I loved Julian Falcone for eighteen years.

He was the future Don of the Cosa Nostra—ruthless, calculating, and the only man who could dismantle an entire cartel with a single phone call. I was the daughter of his family's Consigliere, raised in his shadow, molded into the perfect mafia princess.

When his mother announced our betrothal at a syndicate dinner, I held my breath and looked across the table at him.

Julian turned his head. The look he fixed on me was one of profound, physical revulsion.