Every sin I have ever done is known by my fiancé's nephew. He's soon to be the darkest one of all. Rory Carter is my name; I execute terrible deeds. Not for excitement. Not for enjoyment. But to live. They believe the diamond on my finger indicates safety, that marrying the seventy-year-old Don of the Visconti family symbolizes my ascent to power. But I'm paying my father's debt and sacrificing my own. Then arrived him: Angelo "Vicious" Visconti The repentant black sheep of the Visconti empire, who vanished following his brother's enigmatic death and returned more frigid than the tomb he scratched out. He came unannounced to our meal. He kissed me behind the altar where I was meant to swear. He admitted to murdering the one guy I ever loved, then forced me to plead for pardon with my knees on marble and his name on my tongue. I should dread him. But I would rather burn with him. Since the only thing more hazardous than falling for Angelo Visconti... Is finding out I'm his next target. And perhaps—just perhaps—he's also mine.