
Description
I’m sold to a vicious mobster like a used car.
Except he’s not going to ride me…
All I’ve ever wanted is a quiet garage, oil stains on my hands, and my favorite music on the radio.
Then a bunch of guys try to kill me, and only a terrifying mafia monster keeps me breathing.
Luca Marino is six?plus feet of bristling muscle with a possessive attitude and murder in his heart.
He’s sinfully gorgeous. It’s not even fair.
Maybe I’m grateful to be alive, or maybe it’s the toe?curling way he stares at me like I’m his downfall and he can’t wait to burn for...
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