"She never knew her father's secrets would cost her freedom. Aria's life changes forever when Cassian Romano storms into her world, demanding payment for a debt she never knew existed. Cold, ruthless, and devastatingly handsome, Chicago's most feared mafia boss takes what her father can't repay—her. But captivity isn't what terrifies Aria most. It's how her body betrays her every time Cassian's dark eyes linger on her. How her pulse races when his fingers graze her skin. She should hate him, fight him, yet she finds herself drowning in the dangerous waters of their forbidden attraction. Some debts can be paid in cash. Others demand your soul."
View MoreAriaI could hear the sound of the door opening and closing. Is this what I've become? Will I be the lady who waits at home at night, uncertain whether he will come home to me? I've spent too many hours staring at the ceiling, my phone clutched in my hand, waiting for a call or text that never comes.The mattress dipped as Cassian sat beside me. I kept my eyes shut, feigning sleep, though my heart hammered in my chest. His cologne mixed with whiskey as he leaned over me, his breath warm against my skin."Aria, I'm so sorry."I fought the urge to open my eyes, to confront him about standing me up. To ask him where the hell he'd been when I was sitting alone at that restaurant, checking my phone every two minutes while the waitstaff gave me pitying looks. But I remained motionless, breathing evenly as tears threatened behind my closed lids.He sighed before the mattress lifted as he stood. I heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he undressed, the clink of his belt buckle hitting the f
I felt the blood drain from my face. The warehouse on the east side contained enough evidence to put me away for three lifetimes. "How long do we have?""Two hours, maybe less.""I'll handle it." I hung up and immediately called for Viktor. "Get every available man to the east side warehouse. Clean it out. Burn whatever you can't move. Leave nothing.""On it." Viktor was already pulling out his phone as he left.I glanced at my watch again. Ten fifteen. Aria had been waiting for over an hour already. I needed to call the restaurant, have them tell her I was on my way, that an emergency had come up.But as I reached for the phone again, another call came through—this one from Dimitri himself. I couldn't ignore the head of the Bratva."Dimitri," I answered, forcing cordiality into my voice. "I was just about to call you. The transfer—""Is not enough," he cut me off, his accent thicker when he was angry. "We lost men, Romano. Good men. You think money replaces that?"I pinched the bridg
CassianI tried to stifle a yawn as I glanced at my watch for the fifth time in an hour. The exhaustion was bone-deep, settling into my muscles like cement. I'd been planning this date night with Aria for the past week—dinner at her favorite restaurant, followed by a surprise I knew would make her eyes light up in that way that still knocked the breath from my lungs.I knew I'd been neglecting her lately. Hell, I'd been neglecting myself, and my need was her. She understood the demands of my position—at least, she tried to—but understanding didn't erase the hurt I saw in her eyes each time I canceled plans or came home long after she'd fallen asleep."Viktor," I called out."Yeah?" His face remained impassive, though I knew he was cataloging my disheveled appearance—the loosened tie, the shadows under my eyes."I'll be leaving in thirty minutes. Nothing short of a declaration of war should interrupt me tonight. Understood?"Viktor nodded once. "Of course." He hesitated, which was unli
I'd been seated at the secluded corner table for almost an hour now. The maître d' had given me sympathetic glances the first three times he refilled my water glass. By the fourth time, he couldn't quite meet my eyes.The gown I'd chosen—one Cassian had bought for me last week but I hadn't worn yet—felt ridiculous now. What was the point when there was no one to appreciate it? I should have worn something warmer, I thought bitterly as another blast of air conditioning hit my exposed shoulders and legs.I checked my phone for what must have been the hundredth time. No missed calls. No texts. Nothing.With trembling fingers, I dialed his number again."The person you are calling is on another call," the automated voice informed me, as it had the last six times."Bullshit," I muttered, drawing a startled look from a passing server. I forced a smile and set my phone down with exaggerated care, resisting the urge to fling it across the restaurant.An untouched glass of champagne sparkled u
Emma, Beth, and I were lounging on plush chairs in a rooftop bar. After everything that had happened between Cassian and me, making an effort to build a normal social life felt strange but necessary.Emma and I reconnected a month ago—and Emma had insisted we stay friends."Hold up, Aria," Beth exclaimed, suddenly grabbing my hand with enough force to make me jolt. Beth was Emma's roommate, a pediatric nurse who'd instantly clicked with me when Emma introduced us last week. Her eyes widened as she stared at my finger. "Is that what I think it is?"Emma leaned in so fast she nearly toppled her cosmopolitan. "Holy shit, that's not just any ring! Did Cassian propose?"I couldn't suppress the smile that spread across my face, my cheeks warming not just from the alcohol. "He did, two weeks ago.""Details!" Emma demanded, setting her drink down. "I want every single moment. Don't leave anything out."I twisted the diamond on my finger, still not quite believing it was there. "It wasn't plan
Cassian led me back toward the canopy bed. The promise ring caught the flickering flames, sending prisms of light across my skin."I've never seen anything so beautiful," I whispered, looking out at the beach, the infinite stars above us mirrored in the dark water below."I have," Cassian replied, his gaze never leaving my face.My heart stuttered as his fingertips traced the curve of my cheek. This moment felt suspended, dreamlike—the gentle crash of waves against the shore, the sweet scent of jasmine, and Cassian's eyes holding mine with such intensity I could barely breathe.When his lips finally met mine, it wasn't the desperate, hungry kiss I expected."You don't have to be so careful with me," I murmured against his mouth. "I'm not going to break.""I know," he said, his voice rough. "But I want to remember every second of this."His hands moved to my shoulders, sliding the delicate straps of my dress down my arms."You're trembling," he observed."Because this feels different,"
It’s funny how you can go from hate to love in a short period of time. My life has been upside down. Meeting Cassian has been a difficult journey. Being taken and my father trying to sell me to pay off his debts—it was all too much. If it were not for Cassian, I’m sure my father would have killed me or traded my life. I would most likely have ended up six feet below the ground.Three days later, a package arrived at my door with a note: Wear this tonight. Car arrives at 7. Trust me.Inside was a dress that probably cost more than my rent and a delicate blindfold made of silk.I stared at the package for a few moments, my heart pounding. We had been making slow progress, but this felt like a significant step. Dinner with him felt intimate and potentially risky. But something in me wanted to go. I spent the rest of the day trying to calm my nerves. It felt like a first date all over again. As the clock inched closer to seven, I found myself second-guessing everything. Was this the righ
Seven in the morning and sunlight was already slicing through my cheap blinds, turning my eyelids red. I groaned, trying to roll away from the light—only to hit a solid wall of muscle.My eyes flew open. Cassian lay beside me, still fully clothed on top of my covers, one arm draped across my waist. His face in sleep was different, the hard lines of tension erased, making him look younger. Almost innocent.Which was a joke. Cassian Romano and innocent had never existed in the same universe.I studied him, taking advantage of this rare unguarded moment. The dark sweep of his lashes against his cheeks. The shadow of stubble that had appeared overnight. The slight part of his lips as he breathed deeply.For weeks I'd dreamed about him, waking up aching and angry. And now here he was, in my bed, nursed me through a fever, and bought a damn strip club just to get to me.It was insane. He was insane.And I was even more insane for considering letting him back into my life.Moving carefully,
I woke to the sound of Cassian swearing.Cracking one eye open, I found him standing in the doorway of my bedroom, looking at his phone with a thunderous expression."Problem?" His head snapped up. "How are you feeling?"I took a moment to assess. My head still ached, but the room wasn't spinning anymore. My body felt heavy, but not like it was being crushed under a ton of bricks. Progress."Less like I'm dying, more like I was hit by a small car instead of a truck," I reported. "What's wrong? Did someone steal your favorite yacht?"He ignored my attempt at sarcasm. "I need to go."Of course. Now that I wasn't at death's door, he was ready to bail again. Classic Cassian—coming to the rescue and then disappearing when the real work of relationships began."Don't let me keep you," I said, turning my face away.The bed dipped as he sat beside me. "It's not what you think.""You don't know what I think.""I can see it on your face." His fingers caught my chin, gently turning me back to f
CASSIAN The whiskey burns my throat, but it's not enough to dull the rage. Three million. The number flashes through my mind like a neon sign as I stare out at Chicago's skyline from my office. Lucas clears his throat behind me. "I’ve found who has been stealing from you. You're not going to like this, boss." "When do I ever?" The ice clinks against my glass. "Just tell me who's been bleeding my accounts dry." "Silas Herrera The glass freezes halfway to my mouth. "What did you just say?" "Your accountant. The one you trusted the most with everything." Lucas drops a folder on my desk. "He's been siphoning money for months. Three mill, at least." The whiskey glass shatters against the wall. "How long have you known?" My voice comes out eerily calm, even as my pulse pounds in my ears. "Got confirmation today. But here's where it gets interesting." Lucas slides a photograph across my desk, licking his lips in a suggestive manner. "He's got a daughter. Nineteen. Very pret...
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