Elena Vance was sold to pay her father's debt. Dante Moretti was the one who bought her.
He is the most feared Don in the underworld, with a cold stare and a hand that closes around her throat just hard enough to make her pulse race. He says she is his property. He says she will obey. Elena swears she'll fight him every single day.
But every night he finds a new way to make her break.
On silk sheets. Against his desk. At his dinner table. In the back of a limo with the partition up. He teaches her body exactly who it belongs to, and she hates how loudly she screams his name.
He wasn't supposed to be gentle with her. She wasn't supposed to beg for more.
Then a gunshot rips through the dark, and the man who had her trembling beneath him wakes up with no memory of her. Elena is left with his ring on her finger and his child in her belly.
The cold Don looks at her like a stranger. But something darker is hiding behind his eyes. It remembers her skin, her taste and every sound she made, and it wants her back.
He owned her. He ruined her. Now he's forgotten her. And his obsession is coming for her anyway.
