Isabella Bianchi is a doctor, a woman of logic, discipline, and control....just trying to complete her residency in hospital of Rome. Her life is confined to the walls of the hospital, her heart guarded behind layers of self-built walls. Love is a distraction, an unnecessary burden-especially when she barely has time to breathe. But then there's him. Damian Luciano is a man no one dares to cross-the ruthless new king of the Vercasetti Mafia, feared across Italy. Cold, calculating, untouchable. A man without weaknesses. Except for her. For years, he has watched her from the shadows. Studied her. Wanted her. Has been hers. And now, he is done waiting. When fate-or perhaps something far more dangerous-pushes Isabella into his path, she finds herself ensnared in a deadly game of obsession. Damian is relentless, his devotion terrifying in its intensity. He doesn't ask. He takes. And no matter how hard Isabella tries to resist, every glance, every whisper of his name, only pulls her deeper into the darkness that is him. But love was never meant to be easy, especially not when it belongs to a monster. And Isabella is about to learn that once the Mostro Luciano has chosen his queen... there is no escape. A slow-burn, dark mafia romance filled with intensity, secrets, and a love that blurs the line between devotion and possession.

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014