Five men swore they would never touch me. The pact was made when I was sixteen. Rocco. Dante. Emiliano. Julian. Four boys bound by blood and magic to one rule: protect Sofia Falconetti, but never claim her. Years later, Marcus joined them. He follows the same rule. But unlike the others, **he bears no mark.** I wasn't supposed to know any of that. I left Providence at seventeen and stayed gone for six years. Now I'm home, expecting the family I remember and the men who taught me to drive, covered for my curfew, and treated the Falconetti house like their own. Instead, five dangerous men can barely look at me. Rocco keeps his distance. Dante turns everything into a joke. Emiliano leaves rooms when I enter them. Julian flirts with everyone except me. And Mars—the only man without a mark—is the only one who doesn't flinch when our skin touches. Something is wrong. Not just with them. With me. The wards protecting Federal Hill are weakening, and the **Vetrano bloodline** has begun testing Falconetti territory. Old families are watching. Old debts are resurfacing. And beneath Providence, something that has been kept quiet for generations is beginning to stir. Everyone seems to know why. Everyone except me. Because the Falconettis aren't simply an underworld family. We're one of five ancient bloodlines—**Falconetti, Vetrano, Carbone, Argyros, and Drakos**—and the power holding this city together was never meant to belong to my brother. It belongs to me. Now the Vetranos want what my blood can unlock, my family wants to keep me protected, and five men are discovering that the promise meant to keep me safe may destroy them instead. They've spent years deciding who can touch me. Who can protect me. Who can claim me. There's only one problem. Nobody ever asked me. The pact was written in their blood. Maybe it's time I rewrote it in mine.