Underworld Kings

All I knew about life was anger and violence. Pain and suffering. Kill or be killed. I was a “fixer” for the Ruin - a syndicate for the Bratva, Cosa Nostra, Cartel, and any other organized crime faction that dealt in the darker, crueler aspects of humanity. I was a free agent who was called upon to do things weaker men didn’t have the stomach for. And when you surround yourself with death for long enough, soon you don’t remember what it felt like to be alive. And then I saw her.

The yearning for our passions is the reason we breathe. I've devoted my life to my pursuit of ballet, my escape from the dark underworld I was born into. As the daughter of a made man, I've accepted certain traditions, but after I'm promoted to principal within a prestigious dance company, I'm so close to escaping that world. Until a devil with blood on his hands and an Irish curse inked into his skin tears into my world.

I was a nanny in need of a job. He was darkness personified. I had little to call my own. He was filthy rich, powerful, and dangerous. The assignment was simple, and my goal was too. Take care of his son. Keep my head down. When he least expects it, destroy him. It should have been easy. I thought it would be, until I looked into his stark blue eyes. I came here to steal his life. I didn’t count on him stealing my heart.

Renzo Marchesi gives me two choices when he walks into my art gallery: help him find his brother's killer or suffer the consequences. He's a mafia prince.... Heir to the Marchesi throne. A man consumed by his demons. Beautiful. Ruthless. I don't belong in his world, and he doesn't belong in mine. Still, I'm not the spoiled politician's daughter he thinks I am.... This is the City of Thieves, where lies are hard currency and deception is the real art. Trust no one. Love no one. Too bad I don't follow my own rules....

I took the fall for a crime I didn’t commit, and it cost me everything—including the only woman I ever loved. I’m not the man she fell in love with. Four years behind bars made me harder, colder...with a temper I can’t control. But one look at Kat and nothing else matters. I’m broken without her and a shell of a person I used to be.