"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚."
Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad."
Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he so desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papí."
Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick."
Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?"
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When Santino Adriano discovers the Bratva have betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message. His target? The Bratva heir's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing of the dark underworld her family controls.
Fresh out of boarding school and unaware of the danger lurking, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she'd ever known and thrust into a world of violence, power, and deadly secrets.
She just didn't expect her captor to be so dangerously handsome.