A Storm to Drown Rivers

"I'm afraid you've caught the attention of the wrong man, darling."

Noora's world is steady, familiar. Lance's is anything but.

Noora didn't mean to end up in the wrong part of the city at the wrong time. But one quiet street in Rome puts her directly in the path of Lance-a man who doesn't tolerate loose ends and definitely doesn't believe in coincidences.

She wasn't supposed to see him that night, and she definitely wasn't supposed to matter after.

But she does.

Every person he's ever encountered has fit a category: the ones who break, the ones who buy their way out, the ones who are bought, the ones who are forgotten, or handled. Women have always been easy, drawn in by his name and wealth.

He's never had to want for anything.

Until now.

Noora doesn't fit a single category he has. And for the first time in years, he finds himself chasing something he can't buy, can't force, and can't control.

He won't let it go. Not without a fight.

Not without her.

Noora wants nothing to do with him.

But when she stumbles across something she was never meant to find, she finds herself tangled in situations she never expected to be part of.

Somewhere in between the secrets of the underworld and circumstance, the lines begin to blur.

Noora isn't used to men like him. Lance isn't used to losing control.

But in the Di Fiore family, weakness is a death sentence.

When Noora becomes the target of his enemies, Lance is forced into something he has never considered before-whether saving her means keeping her close or letting her go forever.

And Noora?

She's starting to realize that walking away from him might not be as simple as it should be. Beneath the arrogance and the blood-stained hands, she's beginning to see a depth he keeps buried-one that makes it impossible to see him as the same asshole she first met.

In a world full of bloodshed, violence, and shifting loyalties, Noora is about to learn that the most dangerous place she could be is right by his side.