Accidental Bride Of The Mob Boss

Sarah Walsh smoothed down her charcoal pencil skirt and allowed herself a rare smile as she pushed through the heavy courtroom doors. Behind her, the Castillo family lawyer was still shouting at the judge."Your Honor, this is an outrage! My client—""Your client," Sarah cut in, turning with perfect timing, "is going to prison for fifteen years. Appeal all you want."She didn't wait for his response. The click of her heels on the marble floor echoed as cameras flashed around her. The biggest RICO case of her career, wrapped up with a bow. Vincent Castillo, New York's most dangerous crime boss, was going away for a long time."Ms. Walsh! How does it feel to take down the Castillo family?" A reporter shoved a microphone toward her face."Justice was served today," Sarah said with practiced calm. "No one is above the law."Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Her boss. She stepped away from the media circus and answered."Sarah, you magnificent warrior! Get your ass to McClellan's Bar. The wh

Light sliced through the gap in the curtains, hitting Sarah directly in the face. Her head throbbed as consciousness returned in painful fragments. Unfamiliar sheets. The scent of cologne. A warm body next to hers.Vegas. The bar. Dancing. D.She kept her eyes closed, piecing together the night before. They'd been drinking—a lot. After they'd come back to his room, things had escalated quickly. Her cheeks burned at the memory of his hands on her body, the way she'd abandoned all control.Something heavy rested on her left hand. She flexed her fingers and felt metal scrape against her knuckle. Her eyes flew open.A ring. A platinum band with a row of diamonds that caught the morning light and scattered it across the ceiling."What the hell?" she whispered, sitting up too quickly. The room spun.Next to her, D groaned and rolled over, dark hair tousled across the pillow. The sheet slipped down, revealing a muscular chest and—on his left hand—a matching platinum band.Sarah scrambled out

"You've been watching me," Sarah said, holding up the folder of surveillance photos. "For three years."Diego closed the study door behind him. "Put that down.""Why?" Sarah flipped through more photos—her jogging in Central Park, leaving her office late at night, even one through her apartment window. "Planning this for a while, were you? Targeting me specifically for Vincent's case?"Diego crossed the room in three long strides, snatching the folder from her hands. "You shouldn't be in here.""And you shouldn't be stalking prosecutors!" Sarah shot back. "What was Vegas, then? Some elaborate setup?"Diego's jaw worked as he shoved the folder back into the drawer. "It's not what you think.""Really? Because it looks like your family has been surveilling me since before I was even assigned Vincent's case." She jabbed a finger at his chest. "Tell me the truth. Was last night planned?"Diego's eyes darkened. "No. Last night was..." He hesitated. "A mistake. But not a planned one.""Then

Sarah hesitated for a split second, then ran, keeping low, zigzagging toward the garage. A bullet kicked up dirt near her foot. Another whizzed past her ear. She ducked behind a hedge, breathing hard.Twenty more yards. She could make it. She took a deep breath and sprinted for the garage's side door.More gunshots. A burning sensation across her arm. She didn't stop, didn't look back. She slammed through the door, finding herself among luxury vehicles. No sign of Diego or Marco's men.Footsteps approached from outside. Sarah ducked behind a Range Rover, finally raising the gun Diego had given her. Her hands were surprisingly steady now. If she was going to die, she wouldn't make it easy for them.The side door opened slowly. Sarah aimed, finger tensing on the trigger.Diego slipped inside, bloody and disheveled but alive. Relief flooded through her."You made it," he breathed, spotting her. "Are you hurt?""Grazed," she indicated her arm. "Marco's been shot. He needs help.""My men h

He disappeared into the bedroom, leaving the door ajar. Sarah settled on the couch with the laptop, continuing their research. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across the walls.Despite her focus on the screen, Sarah found her mind wandering. How quickly everything had changed. Four days ago, she'd been celebrating a career-defining victory. Now she was hiding in a cabin with Diego Castillo, both of them targets, reluctant allies in a conspiracy neither fully understood.And underneath it all was something else—something she wasn't ready to examine too closely. A pull toward Diego that went beyond their circumstantial partnership. She'd felt it in Vegas, before she knew who he was. She'd felt it again when he'd saved her life, when they'd fought side by side.Sarah shook her head, dismissing the thought. Stockholm syndrome, she told herself. Trauma bonding. Nothing more.Three hours into her watch, she heard Diego cry out. A sharp, pained sound from the bedroom. Sarah ten