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.

"Whatever you want," Dante replied. "As long as the message is clear: If Dimitri wants Eve back alive, he needs to surrender, he needs to walk away from his empire and his city and his life, leaving everything in our hands."


"And if he refuses?" Isabella asked quietly.


Dante looked at the security footage showing Eve being escorted to her containment suite.


"Then we start sending him pieces of her," Dante said coldly. "Fingers first. Then toes. Then things that matter more. We show him that refusing us comes with a very specific cost."


Isabella felt something cold move through her at those words.


Because Dante had shown her that love and possession and obsession were all the same thing, just expressed in different intensities.


And she'd chosen to be possessed by him completely.


Which meant accepting everything that came with it.


Chapter 315 - Then We Start Sending Him Pieces Of Her