I was marked before I was born. In the underworld, souls are currency. My soul was different. And a demon mafia boss with a god complex saw it and claimed it as his before I ever took a breath. Maverick. Mafia boss by day, shapeshifting demon by night. Tattooed, rebellious, sarcastic as hell, aloof to everyone, loyal to no one. Except me. He made sure I survived being born to two people who didn't want me, made sure I ended up with a family who did, and then he watched from the shadows. I didn't know any of that when I first walked into his club at 18 looking for a job. He looked at me like he already knew me. Like he'd been waiting. But he didn't touch me. Didn't claim me. He hired me, kept me at arm's length, and made every other man in that building too scared to look at me twice. He waited. Until I was grown. Until I could choose him back. Now I'm 33, married to the most dangerous man in both worlds, and bound to him by a soultie. What he feels, I feel. What I feel, he can't ignore. When he changed me from human to half-demon so I could be immortal with him, I said yes. I wanted forever too. He can be cruel to the world and terrifyingly loving to me in the same breath. Possessive, dominant, with a dark sense of humor that would get anyone else killed. He says love is a liability, but he looks at me like I'm the only soul he ever wanted to keep. But the underworld doesn't give gifts for free. The deal he made to claim my soul before birth has come due. And they don't want money. They want me