Christian “Priest” DiLustro.

A charming prince.

Only when it suited him.

I had a taste of him and got addicted. But he was a heartless bastard and an arrogant mafia prince whose only goal was to ignore me after we scratched the itch.

Just when I thought we’d both moved on, he swooped in and claimed he made a promise that he intended to keep, even if it killed us both.

Ivy Murphy.

An Irish mafia princess.

Mine.

We might have started as a dream, but now I was her nightmare. I was damaged goods, scarred by my past. Still, I couldn’t allow anyone else to have her.

So, I stole a marriage contract and her heart. It wasn’t mine to own, but I took it anyway.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, I intended to keep her.

Until death do us part.