Blood Debt

Seven years ago, I thought he was just a mistake.

One night.
One body.
One secret I swore I’d never speak of again.

Now I’m standing in his house.
Not as a lover.
As his maid.
His spy.
His enemy.

Cristofano Bellarosa.
Don of the D’Angelis Syndicate.
The man who kills with silence.
The man who doesn’t know he already owns a piece of me—
My daughter’s blood.

I should hate him.
I do hate him.
But hate doesn’t explain the way my pulse stumbles when he looks at me.
Or why my skin still remembers the weight of his hands.
Every lie I tell brings me closer to his secrets.
Every night I stay drags me closer to his bed.
And every touch threatens to unravel the mission that could cost me everything.
Because he isn’t just a target.

He’s the man who once set fire to my body…
And now holds the power to burn my entire world to ash.

When Cristofano remembers me—
when he learns the truth—
there will be no forgiveness.
Only war.