Dante Beretta by Abigail Davies

She was the daughter of the enemy, but that didn’t stop me from claiming her.

One night.
That was all we’d had together.
But it was all I needed to know that nothing would ever be the same again.
The first time our eyes had locked, she stole a part of my soul.
The second our lips touched, she owned every piece of me.

She’d taken what didn’t belong to her, but I’d given it freely.
And then she was gone.
But so was I.
I’d betrayed my brother, and now I had to serve my punishment.
I moved to the other side of the state, making my own way within our family business—the mafia.