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.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you?" he murmured, his thumb stroking the swell of her breast through the dress. "Seven years, Eve. Seven years of watching you. Wanting you. Fantasizing about all the ways I'd make you mine."


"That's..." She couldn't think with his hand on her. "That's creepy."


He laughed, low and dark. "Oh, piccola. You haven't seen creepy yet. But you will. You'll see every twisted, possessive, obsessive part of me. And by the time I'm done, you'll crave it."


He released her, stepped back, adjusted his suit jacket like he hadn't just promised to consume her entire existence.


Marco was already in the lobby when the private elevator opened, standing by a black SUV with tinted windows. Six-foot-four of solid muscle, former special forces, completely loyal. He'd been with Dimitri for ten years, had saved his life more times than either of them counted.


Chapter 13 - I'm not signing shit!