LOGIN**She trusted the wrong man. Now she’s rewriting her fate.** Katrina Ricci was the innocent one—the quiet heart of a powerful mafia family. When she fell for Liam, she thought she was choosing love over legacy. She didn’t know he was the son of monsters. She didn’t know she was walking into a cage. Two years later, Katrina escapes. Alone, broken, and convinced her family won’t forgive her, she disappears into Jasper, Missouri. But fate isn’t done with her yet. The Lords of Valhalla MC rule the town, and their president, Wolf, sees the fire still burning beneath her scars. He offers protection—but trust doesn’t come easy when your past wore sheep’s clothing and your heart still flinches at kindness. Katrina must decide: will she rise from the ashes and reclaim her power, or let the ghosts of her choices burn her down? A story of betrayal, rebirth, and the kind of love that doesn’t ask for permission. This is the second book of the The Ricci Series, join Kat; GreenLee and Luca Ricci's youngest daughter as she finds her way back from the dark, with the help of someone from her past.
View MoreFive Years LaterThe clubhouse smelled of pine and cinnamon, the tree glittering in the corner with ornaments the kids had hung themselves. Wrapping paper crinkled underfoot, laughter echoing off the walls, and for a moment I just stood there, soaking it all in. My family. My home. My miracle.The door swung open, letting in a rush of cold air and snowflakes. Jace stepped inside, taller now, his shoulders broader, his stride confident. College had changed him — MSSU had given him independence, maturity — but when Koda barreled into him, squealing, “Bubba!” he laughed the same boyish laugh I remembered from years ago.Rollo bounded after them, tail wagging, barking like he’d been waiting all semester for this reunion. Jace crouched, ruffling Koda’s hair, then scooped Liviana into his arms as she clung to his leg.“Bubba!” Liviana squealed, her curls bouncing, her little voice full of joy. At four, she was all mischief and sweetness, her Viking‑Italian spirit shining in every grin. Her
The mall was buzzing with Christmas lights and the hum of carols, but all I could hear was Koda’s little laugh as Wolf lifted him onto Santa’s lap. His eyes were wide, not scared, just curious — the kind of look only a child who’s seen too much but still believes in magic can carry.Santa leaned down, his voice gentle. “What would you like for Christmas, young man?”Koda froze. His small hands twisted in his shirt, and he looked back at me, then at Wolf, then at Jace standing proudly beside us. Finally, he whispered, “I already got everything I want. My mama. My daddy. My bubba. They saved me from the bad man.”My heart clenched. Wolf’s arm slid around my waist, grounding me. Santa smiled, but pressed softly, “Is there something else? Something special?”Koda thought hard, his brow furrowed in that way that made him look so much like Wolf. Then, with a spark of mischief, he said, “A real wolf.”Wolf chuckled low, the sound rumbling through me. Santa laughed too, promising to see what
The Clubhouse had never smelled like this before. Usually it was leather, smoke, and steel—our kind of perfume. Tonight, though, it was roasted turkey, garlic, and the faint sweetness of pumpkin pie. The kind of smells that made even the hardest men soften, if only for a night.I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold. Kat was in the middle of it, her laugh carrying over the clatter of dishes as she tried to wrangle Jace into helping. At fifteen, he was all attitude, rolling his eyes as he stacked plates, but I caught the grin he tried to hide when his nonna praised him.Koda, though—he was the real show. Three years old, wide-eyed, darting between legs like a pup who hadn’t learned his place yet. He stopped every few minutes to tug at someone’s sleeve, asking questions in that curious voice of his.“What’s Thanksgiving, NoNo?” he asked, staring up at Kat’s father as if the man held all the answers.Kat’s father crouched down, his voice warm. “It’s a day w
Mama’s laughter filled the common room before I even saw her. She’d been fussing over the pumpkin centerpiece all day, insisting it needed “just a little more sparkle.” Papa, of course, had already claimed the recliner like he owned the place, muttering in Italian about how American holidays were “too noisy” but smiling all the same.It was Koda’s first real Halloween, and he’d been buzzing about it for weeks. He didn’t just want candy — he wanted tradition. Costumes, decorations, the whole thing. And apparently, he wanted me and Wolf to play along.So here I was, tugging at the red hood draped over my shoulders, trying not to laugh at Wolf. My Huntsman. He’d grumbled about dressing up, but Koda’s big brown eyes had been too much for him. He looked rugged, axe strapped to his belt, but the way he kept adjusting his shirt told me he’d rather be anywhere else.“Don’t pout,” I teased, brushing my hood back. “You’re supposed to save me from the big bad wolf.”Wolf gave me that look — the
The house felt emptier after Ari left. Not just quiet — hollow, like a piece of its soul had walked out the door. Koda sat on the rug, bear clutched tight, his little face scrunched in confusion. He didn’t understand why someone who had kept him safe was suddenly gone.I lowered myself beside him,
I can still smell her.Kat. That name tastes like blood and bourbon now. She got away, and every damn thing since has been unraveling like thread from a cheap suit. I should’ve locked it down. Should’ve kept her close. Should’ve listened to the part of me that knew she was dangerous.But I didn’t.
She cornered me.Right outside the bathroom, like she’d been waiting. Tiffany, all gloss and venom, eyes sharp with jealousy. Her words were knives wrapped in silk, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t give her the satisfaction.I just walked past her.And from across the room, I watched her try. Try to c
She said she was ready.But I already knew.The way she kissed me—slow, sure, like she was claiming me right back—told me everything I needed. She wasn’t just my Phoenix. She was rising. Stronger. Fiercer. Mine.And now?Now it was my turn to show her what that meant. I didn’t rush her. Didn’t need





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