Perfectly Imperfect

Charming, captivating, seductive—and a cold-blooded killer. I married the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva anyway. I had to, it was part of the deal. Now, I’m faking marital bliss as I tremble with fear, and I cannot wait to be out of the clutches of this ruthless man.

The Italian and Russian mafias are at war, and it is brutal. We’re both ruthless, relentless, and unforgiving. But then the decision is made to merge our worlds—a marriage between the two sides: the most beautiful woman of the Italian mafia and the Bratva's most feared monster. I loved her from afar for so long, and I finally get to have her as my own. But will she run away when she realizes who I really am?

Home. Bratva is my home, my sanctuary from the past, the only place where a killing machine like me belongs. Sometimes, my demons come rushing back, and I feel out of control, full of rage, close to losing myself completely. Until a broken, injured woman stumbles onto my path, awakening my protective instincts and sending my demons to sleep. Keeping her prisoner is my only option. If she leaves, my darkness will resurface, and there will be no escaping it this time.

Longing. I've wanted him most of my life. Since the day he saved me from drowning when I was a kid. But he's never noticed me, never given me a second thought. To him, I'm just a child. And now, he's ordered to marry me. He doesn't want me, not in his heart or in his bed. But everything is allowed in war and love, and I am ready to do whatever it takes—even lie to a man who doesn't remember his past.

Rules. I know them, but I didn't follow them. I moved into his city, his domain without approval. Now, it's time for me to pay the price. Marry the cold, calculating Don of La Cosa Nostra—the man many have never seen or could recognize—and be bound to the mafia forever. But when he comes to collect me, I realize that this isn't the first time we've met.

I can't go back to my family. I'm not worthy of them, could never be one of them again. The sister they know, love, and remember doesn't exist. Not anymore. Until him... The one who took me in, healed me from my demons, my fears, my scars, piecing me back, bit by bit.

For eight long years, I have been waiting, patiently plotting my revenge. Now, I've found him. And I'm going to make him pay. He hired me to guard his wife, ensure her safety. I'm going to kill the same woman I vowed to protect. He'll suffer like I did, and when I'm done with him, he'll be begging for mercy. Mercy I won't give.

There is only one punishment for spies and liars: a slow and painful death. My sweet, angelic wife who bewitched everyone in my home, from my men to my dogs, is the worst traitor of all. But it seems I have fallen under her spell as well. With every smile, every ridiculous outfit, I'm struggling... and failing. I want to hate her. Instead, I'm yearning to hear every silent lie that leaves her irresistible lips.

In a night of blood and death, fate brought us together. I thought I was saving the life of an innocent man, a man I'd never see again. I was wrong. A slight shift in the air. A glint of silver eyes in the darkness. I may not see him, but I know he's there. My angel of death, lurking in the shadows, watching over me. Protecting me before disappearing into thin air until we meet again. A man who took a bullet for me. But he won't touch me, love me, or even share his name.

Is it possible to fall for a man you don't know? Before I saw his face, heard his voice, or felt the warmth of his touch, I fell in love with his mind. Devious. Cunning. Deceptive. The master of deadly and dangerous plans. The silent threat no one saw coming. Manipulating people's lives like pawns on a chessboard. When he steps out of the shadows, the king reclaiming his throne, he sets the world aflame and burns my heart to ash.

My life is perfect just the way it is, without Arturo DeVille in it. And now, I'm ordered to marry that arrogant, self-centred snob. He expects me to be a sophisticated, docile wife who will smile and nod at his every demand. But it's the last thing I plan to do.

I made his life hell when we were younger--mere kids trying to make it through high school. I never forgot about him. How could I when I'd secretly wanted him but had been too afraid to come out of the closet? Two years later though, I discover he lives right across the hall from me. And I take it as a sign that I need to do something. So, I make us a casserole and go knock on his door. But I'm not expecting the mess that he is when he opens it.

Being in unrequited love with my best friend isn't easy, but that doesn't stop me from doing everything I can to ensure he's happy and always feels safe, especially when flashbacks, panic attacks, and mental lows are part of his everyday life. I'm the only person he feels safe with. So, when his ex starts spreading rumors about him, I'm quick to do everything I can to bat those rumors away. To protect him from the nastiness of it all. Which means I almost kiss him.