Fern Whitaker is just a shy bakery girl with flour on her cheek and a dream of keeping her little shop afloat. She never meant to wander into the city’s darkest corner—or to catch the attention of the man who rules it with blood on his hands and tattoos on his skin.
Atlas Vale is a ruthless mob boss with zero patience, a bulletproof reputation, and one single weakness: her. The moment he opens the door to her sugary delivery, he knows she’s his. Soft, sweet, and completely innocent—everything he isn’t.
When Fern accidentally witnesses something she...
She bakes cupcakes. He breaks kneecaps.
Fern Whitaker is just a shy bakery girl with flour on her cheek and a dream of keeping her little shop afloat. She never meant to wander into the city’s darkest corner—or to catch the attention of the man who rules it with blood on his hands and tattoos on his skin.
Atlas Vale is a ruthless mob boss with zero patience, a bulletproof reputation, and one single weakness: her. The moment he opens the door to her sugary delivery, he knows she’s his. Soft, sweet, and completely innocent—everything he isn’t.
When Fern accidentally witnesses something she shouldn’t, Atlas doesn’t ask questions. He throws her over his shoulder and announces to the world: she’s my wife now. Because wives can’t testify, and this boss doesn’t share. Ever.
She can protest all she wants, but he’s already slipping a ring on her finger and carrying her straight to his bed.
This over-the-top, dirty-sweet romance features instalove, a forced marriage, and one very tattooed mob boss who won’t stop until his girl says “I do”—and “yes, sir.”
