I almost laughed when I saw the terror in his eyes. Years ago, Alexander Van Dyke was nothing but a bodyguard—my father’s ruthless weapon. Now, he’s the Mafia Don, ruling with an iron fist and a heart of ice. And I, Roxanne Piccolo, am the bastard daughter of his worst enemy. Abducted, betrayed, and trapped in his lair, I swore I would never bow to him. But the way his eyes darken when they land on me tells me he has other plans. I will not break. I will make him regret ever laying a hand on me. I press my lips to Van Dyke’s gun, whispering: “Do you want me?” Tonight, the Don’s bed will become a grave. I’ll bite his shoulder raw, like I once tore into my stepbrother’s hounds. Power? He defines it with chains and whispered threats. Revenge? I taste it in the whiskey-scented scar beneath his jaw. Love? Bullshit. It’s just roses growing from corpses. “Shoot me,” I lick the blood off his blade, “or let me teach you what real betrayal tastes like.”