MIA Shy innocent and sweet Mia Vitello has spent her life in silence a delicate soul wrapped in anxiety, hidden away from the world by the only person she trusts, her older brother, Luca. In their quiet, guarded home, Mia finds safety in routine, comfort in drawing, and love in Luca's rare but gentle smile. She knows nothing of the dark empire he serves and he intends to keep it that way until she meets the Don. DON MARCELLO Cold ruthless and calculated, Marcello Morretti rules with an iron will, a man born of war and silence. Cold to the bone until he sees her. One glance at Mia, and something dangerous awakens inside him, Desire. Possession. Fascination. and .Obsession. In a world built on secrets and violence, how long can innocence remain untouched? THIS BOOK HAS NOT BEEN EDITED,

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."