Reborn as the Mafia's Queen

I died a Queen. I woke up a pawn. I'll end as a Goddess.

They knew Elara as the timid, invisible daughter of a dying mafia house. They were wrong.

Beneath the fragile mask lies Lavei Lapis-a ruthless Empress reborn with a taste for blood and a genius for glass-sharp strategy. To the four powerful men circling her, she is a prize to be claimed. To Lavei, they are merely weapons waiting to be used.

In the underworld, you either kneel to the Queen... or you bleed under her heel.

[ THE TEASER ]

The office door clicked shut, leaving Lavei trapped between a desk and four predators.

Raze's hands were hot as they slid up her thighs, pinning her against the wood. "I'm going to break that royal pride of yours," he rasped, his mouth inches from hers. "I'm going to make you beg for me."

"Beg?" Lavei's laugh was a dark, silken blade. She reached out, her fingers tightening in Kael's tie to pull him into her space while Raze's grip tightened. "Look at yourselves. Your hearts are racing. Your breaths are shallow. You're already mine."

She looked from Kael's dark obsession to Lucien's possessive glare, then to Adrian's pained hunger.

"You don't want to own me," she whispered, arching her back as Raze's teeth grazed her neck. "You want to be ruined by me. So go ahead-touch me. But remember that every touch is a contract, and I'm the one who owns your souls."