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Marrying the 70-something head of the Cosa Nostra to save my father is the only good deed I’ve ever done. I’m burning and bitter under the fake smile and tight dresses, but I was keeping it together. Was. Until my fiancé’s nephew turns up to dinner uninvited. Angelo "Vicious" Visconti. A beautiful monster with cheekbones as sharp as his tongue. They say I shouldn’t be scared of him, because nine years ago, he went straight. He’s barely a Made Man anymore. But I say, he’s the most dangerous Visconti of all.

My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match. Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise. My gentlemanly façade is nothing but a memory. My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink. I tried to leave her. Couldn’t do it. I tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldn’t do that, either. So we’ll slow dance in the flames until I’m nothing but ash and embers. I’ll only rise like a phoenix when she’s gone. The problem is, I’d never let her go.

No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet. I should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game. She may have won my watch, but she started a war. As she slipped my Breitling off my wrist and onto her own, she gleefully announced she was the luckiest girl in the world. Yeah, lucky to everyone but me.

Mein Name ist Rory Carter und ich tue schlimme Dinge. Unter meiner engelsgleichen Fassade verbirgt sich eine dunkle Seele, und manchmal frage ich mich, ob meine wöchentlichen Beichten bei der Hotline »Sinners Anonymous« ausreichen, um sie zu vergeben. Die Heirat mit dem über siebzigjährigen Chef der Cosa Nostra, um meinen Vater zu retten, ist die einzig gute Tat, die ich je vollbracht habe. Bis der Neffe meines Verlobten unangemeldet zum Abendessen auftaucht.