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.

Dimitri woke at 2:17 AM to the sound of silence and Eve's breathing beside him.


He lay still for a moment, watching her sleep, curled on her side, her hair spread across the pillow, one hand tucked under her cheek.


The sex had wrecked them both. She'd fallen asleep within minutes of him cleaning her up, exhausted and satisfied and completely boneless.


He should sleep too. God knew he needed it after four days in Italy.


Giovanni's face when Dimitri had shown him the satellite imagery. The calculation in his eyes. The careful way he'd worded his responses.


Could mean he was genuinely considering switching sides.


Or it could mean he was already planning how to tell Antonio that his son was recruiting against him.


Dimitri slipped out of bed carefully, pulled on sleep pants and a t-shirt.


Moved quietly through the dark bedroom, closed the door behind him with a soft click.


Chapter 152 - What Happened In Italy?