Careful little eyes what you see. Careful little ears what you hear. Careful...

His breath hit my neck, lips brushing skin.

"Little mouth what you say. Then again, yours has been doing a lot lately, hasn't it?"

All it took was one phrase—"Wanna play a game?"—and I was already losing.

To the enemy.

To a Tinder date gone violently wrong.

To the Syndicate's most dangerous heir.

It was supposed to be my last middle finger to the establishment before they sacrificed me on the family altar of arranged marriage. So I took control. I made the rules. I chose the husband.

Louis De Lange.

The twin who should've died.

The traitor.

The man who lost my sister—his so-called true love.

He said he had nothing left. So I made him my weapon.

But the problem with controlling a wolf in sheep's clothing?

You never see the fangs until they're already at your throat.

The plan was simple. The timeline set. Sixty days to infiltrate, manipulate, and survive.

But I wasn't banking on Louis being more than broken—I wasn't ready for how dangerous he could be when he finally decides he's done bleeding for everyone else but himself.

I was playing to win.

He was playing to lose.

And we were both about to learn…

The sweeter the poison the more bitter the fight.

To the end. Love. Hell. Death and destruction. Let the games begin.

The final book in Rise of The De Langes series—an interconnected standalone mafia romance...