Rory Carter is my name, and I execute terrible deeds. Every Thursday night, I admit my misdeeds to a hotline meant for addicts, liars, and sinners like me—but no one ever responds. I believed I could fake my way through a holy union with Don Silvano Visconti, the seventy-five-year-old mafia godfather I had pledged to marry in return for my father's life. False grins. Close-fitting clothing. Bleeding feet. I was playing the long game... until he arrived. Angelo "Vicious" Visconti—Silvano's thirty-four-year-old nephew and the black sheep of the most dreaded lineage in New York. Nine years ago, following a slaughter that decimated a whole rival family, he vanished. He is back now. And he is observing me. He is aware of my secrets. My transgressions. My shadow. Once, he was my sin. Lust-laced promises drive him to murmur threats. He presents danger as if it were dessert. Angelo is the only one still with me when my fiancé ends up dead—his blood still warm. To this day, I still have no idea whether he will save me or kill me.