Even if I still managed to escape Luca’s watchful eyes and that of his henchmen, my breach of our agreement would mean war. Death was the only acceptable end to a marriage in our world.

Now, as hundreds of faces from the Chicago and New York Familias stared back at us, flight was no longer an option. I should have run when I still had the chance. “I enter alive and I will have to get out dead.” The last few words of the oath that men swore when they were inducted into the mafia could just as well have been the closing of my wedding vow: There was no way out of this union for me. Until death do us part wasn’t an empty promise as with so many other couples that entered the holy bond of marriage.

A daily reminder of the golden cage I’d be trapped in for the rest of my life. What was meant as a sign of love and devotion for other couples was nothing but a testament of his ownership of me. Luca’s strong hand was firm and steady as he took mine and slipped the ring onto my finger. My fingers shook like leaves in the breeze as I raised them, my heartbeat hummingbird quick. Subscribe to Cora’s newsletter to find out about her next books, bonus content and giveaways! ( )Ĭover design by Romantic Book Affairs Design All names, characters, businesses, events and places are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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