Rule 1: Never witness a mob hit

Rule 2: Never fall for the don

Rule 3: Rules are made to be broken

I shouldn’t have been there.

Shouldn’t have seen the man die.

Shouldn’t have felt his blood on my skin.

But now, I belong to Callum Kavanagh, an Irish mob boss.

Dangerous, ruthless, and entirely too intoxicating for my own good.

His whispered threats wrap around me like silk.

His touch ignites something I can’t explain.

He says it’s for my safety. I know it’s about control.

My life was safe before I crossed him.

Predictable.

Now, it’s a web of secrets, blood, and power, with Callum at the center.

He’s not just my captor. He’s my obsession. And I might just be his.

But obsessions like ours? They always end in flames.