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When I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva in order to protect my daughter, I didn’t expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I’ve made for them weren’t enough. Now they expected me to engage in their barbaric customs; blood oaths, hand fasts and other ridiculous rituals. They presented me with this fiery-haired, waifish, scared little thing with a unpronounceable name. I was halfway ready to back out when she stabbed me right in the middle of dinner.

Gia Durante's grandfather had owned the Mafia underground until he was killed before her eyes when she was only two years old. The man who wielded the knife that put her family on it's knees was none other than her future father-in-law, Eoghan Green.

He'll never let me go. I'll never stop running. When the bratva try to get me to throw my championship fight, I flip them one middle finger and decimate their candidate. I knew my actions wouldn't go unpunished, but I didn't care. I'm unbreakable. I’m surrounded, outmanned, outgunned and I'm ready to fight my way out. I think I’m all alone until a familiar, deep British voice says, “Play fair now. The lady gets to beat you, one at a time.” My one-night-stand has deep connections I knew nothing about, and he's willing to start a war just to get me where he wants me.

I retired from the Army Special Forces, purchased a bucolic little Upstate farm, and intended to spend my winter years restoring the ancient house, away from people. It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, but it was too late to change course now. When I got a call from an old colleague, everything changed. A favor was owed. A wounded agent needed a place to lie low and hide out from the criminal organization that was hard on their heels.

I've seen the worst humanity has to offer. I gave up everything for my country as a career spy. Now, the only thing my daughter wants from me is to get her mother, my first and only love, to her wedding. The mother of my child is just as stunning as she was three decades ago. When I approach her, she immediately attacks, protecting herself in a way that I'd never seen before. Someone has hurt her. If I had to guess, they hurt her for years. Her walls are higher than the fucking Andes Mountains, hiding a wounded Princess inside.

The Irish Mafia used the Four Art Gallery to launder money. What's good enough for the mob was good enough for us. My organization has sworn to take down the criminal underground. The Greens reigned supreme over my beloved city, and it was time to burn them down. My job is to launder money for our operations, and gather intel. I was never supposed to be noticed. But then I marveled at a painting on the wall... a painting made by a true artist. A master of his craft. It made me gasp, "Who did this?"

The day my wife slept with my best friend, everything fell apart. There was only one person I could turn to–my teammate and secret desire, Trinity "Taz" Guerro. We shared one passionate night. I woke up alone, without even a note on the dresser. She called it a mistake. I called it a new beginning.

Pippa Fox is every man’s desire. Even mine. But when she calls me, scared and in danger, I couldn’t help but run to her side, throwing us back to five years ago. But this time, I won’t let her go. I can’t. I will make her submit, even if I have to break her spirit to do so.