Mafia Bloodlines

I saved a dying man on my ER table and ended up in an arranged-marriage to the mob boss who came to collect him.

My family signed a contract with Chicago's most dangerous crime family before I was born. Matteo Romano just invoked it.

He's forty. I'm twenty-three. He has a scar and a silence that tells you everything. I have Skittles in my pocket and a grandmother for whom I'd do anything.

His mansion. His rules. His eyes are on me every time I turn around.

But small things crack him open.

Coffee outside my door at midnight. No knock. My shifts kept. One morning — dirt on his hands, alone on a rooftop, tending tomatoes as if the Don doesn't exist up there.

That's when I stopped hating him. That's when I fall.

Then I found the documents.

He manufactured the threat to my grandmother to make sure I'd say yes.

Everything I chose, he arranged.

And the worst part? If I leave, she loses the only protection keeping her alive.

Arranged marriage · age gap · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · HEA guaranteed