Jericho by Marie James

I knew there was no point in looking back at what could’ve been when she couldn’t even lift her eyes to me when her father ordered my death.
She didn’t fight for me, didn’t fight for us.
I knew better than to get tangled with a mafia princess.
I knew how it would end, only instead of dead, I was left in a much worse situation, having to know she was still alive and being unable to go to her.
Bitterness swam inside of me. Seven years of hatred building because of her silence.
But then her father died, leaving her at the hands of the very man who left me alive.
Not helping her isn’t an option, but I second-guess stepping back into her life when I discover the secrets she’s been keeping all this time.