When I woke again, I was lying in the king-size bed in Nero's penthouse.
My head throbbed from the whiskey. When I pulled back the covers, I found faint marks scattered across my chest.
I slowly exhaled.
I'd won the gamble.
Nero hadn't killed me.
He had carried me to bed instead and slept with me.
Whatever had happened while I was unconscious, it wasn't the end.
It was the beginning of something far more dangerous.
That evening, the Five Families were holding their annual banquet at an exclusive hotel in Westhaven.
Tradition demanded that every boss arrive with a female companion, a public display of his family's strength and stability.
To everyone's surprise, Nero passed over every socialite and wealthy heiress waiting for an invitation.
Instead, he sent someone to drag me out
