The oldest family in Milan. Mafia born and bred. We were born to rule… and rule, we will. May God have mercy on those who get in our way. For we shall have none.
Benvenuti alla casa di Falcone

Damiano

As a Falcone, I have everything…houses, cars, money, women at my fingertips.

And I feel nothing.

Until her.

A sharp-tongued little chef in my family’s hotel, all fire, insults, and defiance. She’s prickly. Infuriating. And the sweetest little innocent I’ve ever tasted. From the moment I touched her, I knew two things:

She was mine. And I’d kill any man who tried to take her from me.

Too bad my little monella decided to run. Too bad she’s a De Sanctis—born into the one family I should hate on principle. And too bad she thinks either of those things will stop me from possessing her completely.

I’ll hunt her down. Cut through anyone stupid enough to stand between us.

She’s never getting rid of me. No matter how many oaths I have to shatter.

Lucy

He’s a devil dressed in Armani—dark, deadly, and so powerful you can feel it when he walks into a room. I should have known better.

Instead, I found him irresistible.

One night with Damiano Falcone was a mistake I kept repeating. Only he’s not satisfied with one taste… or two. And when I discover the rich playboy I fell into bed with is far more dangerous than I imagined, I do the only thing I can.

I run.

But running from a Falcone is easier said than done. I refuse to be confined, no matter how luxurious the cage… but I’m starting to realize my captor has no intention of ever letting me go. Especially when he discovers the secret I’ve kept from everyone.

A secret nine months in the making.