I got fired from my only source of income because when other girls fall for the Moretti brothers, I don’t. Big mistake. Now it’s my 21st birthday, I’ve got $340 to my name, and the only people hiring are the five mafia heirs I pissed off. Their offer? Cook for them. Live in their house. $10k a month. Sign the contract and don’t ask questions. Easy money. Right? Wrong. Because the girl I embarrassed is Caruso’s daughter. Because the house has too many rules and not enough doors that lock. Because the five brothers I was hired to serve started falling for the broke girl they brought home. And because the longer I stay, the harder it gets to remember why I wanted to leave. I came here for a paycheck. I didn’t expect to become the thing they’re all fighting over.