Being in the mafia had its privileges. Being a capo in the Russo family had even more.

When Marla came to me asking for help in avenging her brother’s death, I agreed . . . for a price.

Marriage. To me. A mafia capo . . . the type of man she’d sworn off years ago.

She would learn: Nothing in this life was free. And in exchange, I wanted her.

Whether she could handle who I was… or not.

I thought I had the upper hand, but I underestimated the woman I’d taken into my bed and planned to make my wife.

It turned out when it came to taking revenge, she possessed a dark side that matched mine.