Hawthorne High made up its mind about Saylor Moon a year ago. Dima Averin is the boy it brags about. One project sheet later, they are stuck with each other and with a local legend nobody finished burying. They treat it like senior-year gold: real digging, a real scare, a gym holding its breath. The story comes at them like it has been waiting for company. It is not over. It wants the hands that opened it.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 is a man Italy has learned to fear. Ruthless, merciless, and seated at the head of a blood-soaked empire, he has never been known for forgiveness. His unfaithful wife learned that before her death. Now, the only person Dante cares for is his five-year-old son, Matteo. When Matteo needs a nanny, Dante makes his expectations painfully clear. He wants someone he will never look at twice. An old woman. A nun. Anyone incapable of becoming another temporary desire. Then Sister 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 steps into his mansion. At twenty-one, Delilah has known nothing beyond the walls of the church. Gentle, painfully innocent, and carrying wounds she has been taught to call punishment, she arrives in Italy believing she has been sent to care for a lonely little boy. She knows nothing of the criminal empire surrounding her. Nothing of the blood on Dante Russo's hands. And nothing of the way he looks at her. She was supposed to be invisible to him. Instead, the quiet little nun becomes the only temptation the devil cannot ignore. And Dante Russo has never been a man who denies himself what he wants.