Boston Mafia Dons

Cruelty is his middle name, and I'm at his mercy.

My father has kept me locked away in an ivory tower.

I thought he wanted to protect me, but he only wanted to protect his asset.

An untouched, sheltered mob princess is worth a lot of money to the right buyer.

My father's greed means Sicily is no longer big enough for him.

I'm shipped across the Atlantic to Boston to marry a man I've never met, whose reputation for cruelty reaches as far as the shores of Sicily.

Milo Mazzeo is as dark as they come.

He's a ruthless don with no morals, and he's about to become my husband.

It's clear from the moment we meet that we have nothing in common.

Once we say I do, he tells me that I'm his possession.

I must do whatever he says.

I'm nothing more than a slave to tend to his every whim and need.

If he thinks I'm going to accept my fate without a fight, he is mistaken.

I always expected to marry for love, but all I feel is hate toward this beautiful beast.

They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

Could the fire of hatred really twist into something more?