He was forbidden.

My brother's best friend.

Also the most dangerous man in the country.

And I signed myself over to him.

Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino.

It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life.

The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting.

But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own.

Her body. His rules. No exceptions.

The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go.

He says he'll ruin her for other men.

He's not lying.

Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name.

Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted.

She never expected to feel owned.

She never expected to love it.

Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her.

Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

The physical therapy room in Dante's estate had been converted from an old library. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the gardens. A full array of equipment lined the walls...parallel bars, resistance machines, mirrors for form correction. Dr. Fabrizio's team had set it up.


Today was Day 14 of the Covenant treatment.


Dante stood at the parallel bars, his hands gripping the worn metal, his legs shaking with effort as he attempted what should have been simple...walking the length of the bars without assistance.


Three weeks ago, he couldn't feel his feet.


Not smoothly. Not with the confidence he'd had before Jersey City. But walking nonetheless, putting one foot in front of the other, his body remembering what it had been forced to forget.


"Good," Dr. Fabrizio said, watching from across the room, making notes on his tablet. "Steady pace. Don't push harder than this. We're rebuilding neural pathways, not breaking world records."


Chapter 353 - Day 14 Of The Covenant Treatment