My father didn't just gamble away our money. He gambled away me. I woke up in an auction house with a price tag on my wrist. Dante Romano didn't buy me for my body. He bought me for my bloodline. Trapped in his fortress, I got a contract and a gun. Play his fiancée, and my father stays breathing. Run, and the wolves finish what the fire started ten years ago. I thought I was his prisoner. Then his enemies put a bullet in his chest, and his cage became the only place I'm safe. Dante watches me sleep. He marks my skin. He whispers names I don't remember from a fire I survived. I'm the key to a war he started a decade ago. The man who owns me is the only monster keeping the others away. Dark mafia romance. Mature themes. A possessive anti-hero who burns everything he touches—except me.