Legacy (The Sovereigns #2)

ANGELO

They call me Sinner.

They should.

I was born to take the throne of Cosa Nostra, but I never felt worthy.

Until her.

Five years ago, Adriana touched me once, and it wrecked me.

She made me feel like a man, not just a weapon carved by blood and violence.

But I chose duty over desire, anger over truth, and I let her go.

Now, war is tearing my empire apart, and she’s the only thing I can’t afford to lose so I claimed her with the one thing she can’t escape: marriage.

She can hate me, fight me, try to run, but I’ll hunt her down every...

ANGELO

They call me Sinner.

They should.

I was born to take the throne of Cosa Nostra, but I never felt worthy.

Until her.

Five years ago, Adriana touched me once, and it wrecked me.

She made me feel like a man, not just a weapon carved by blood and violence.

But I chose duty over desire, anger over truth, and I let her go.

Now, war is tearing my empire apart, and she’s the only thing I can’t afford to lose so I claimed her with the one thing she can’t escape: marriage.

She can hate me, fight me, try to run, but I’ll hunt her down every time.

Because when the world forces me to choose between the crown I built and the woman who made me believe I deserved it, there’s no choice at all.

I’ll burn every promise, every alliance, spill every drop of blood in this city if it means keeping her.

ADRIANA

For one week, Angelo Amato made me feel alive.

Not as a cartel princess.

Not as a bargaining chip in a world of kings and killers.

Just as me.

Then he shattered everything.

Now I’m building a life far from the blood-soaked streets that raised me, fighting to become the lawyer I was meant to be, breaking free of the chains I was born into.

But freedom is a lie when Angelo drags me back into his world, binding me to him in a marriage I never wanted with a man I can’t stop wanting.

He thinks I’m his.

That I’ll fall back into his arms.

But I’m not that girl anymore.

I won’t be conquered.

Not by him, not by anyone.

Yet every time he looks at me, the world we built in that single, stolen week comes roaring back.

And if I have to step into the dark to claim the man who never stopped haunting me, I’ll do it on my terms.

As his equal. As his Queen.