Eliana Sol Cardenas walks in silk and death. A seductionist-assassin driven by grief and fury, she is relentless, unapologetic, and dangerous to cross. Her sister is gone--and Eliana wants the Russian's blood in return. Roman Ares Markov is Volkov's most beautiful weapon. A charming, lethal force of nature, he kills with ease and smiles like trouble. The kind of man who enjoys the chaos he creates. Their past is a collision of opposing sides and unfinished violence-one that left behind resentment and undeniable tension. When the truth about Eliana's sister's murder emerges, Alexsandro Volkov binds them together. One mission. One enemy. A ruthless war against the Serbian mafia. They can survive any mission- except the one involving their hearts ******************* Spoiler "Please stop getting shot, it stresses me out!" Eliana snapped. Roman groaned. "Oh well! if YOU insist."

Their first meeting? A disaster. An auction in Paris. One look. One insult. And an immediate, mutual decision- i hate that fucker. ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟʏɴ ʟᴀᴜʀᴇɴᴛ-French mafia princess, sharp-tongued, reckless, and impossible to control, has never met a man she couldn't outtalk, outplay, or walk away from. Until him. ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴᴏ ᴅᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴀ -Italy's future Don, cold, ruthless, and used to getting exactly what he wants, has never met a woman who didn't know her place. And that's about to change. They hated each other at first sight. And second. And third.... Every encounter worse than the last. Every word sharper. Every glance a challenge. So walking away should've been easy. It would have been... If their families hadn't already decided otherwise. Because in their world, love doesn't matter. Power does. And now, bound by a mafia alliance marriage, two enemies are forced into a union neither of them wants. Where hatred simmers, tension burns, and every fight feels a little too close to something dangerously unfamiliar. But being enemies isn't their only problem. The Serbs are watching. Waiting. And more than ready to tear their alliance and their marriage apart. The question isn't whether they'll fall for each other. It's whether they'll survive long enough to figure it out. ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ.