MILESI have rules when it comes to men.
Don’t get attached.
Don’t confuse chemistry with compatibility.
And never stop sampling before you’re absolutely sure you’ve found your favorite flavor.
Then I meet Vincenzo Vittorio.
He’s controlled, dangerous, and devastatingly confident—the kind of man every survival instinct I possess should tell me to avoid.
Instead, I take him home It’s supposed to be one night. One night becomes one date. One date becomes something neither of us agreed to, and suddenly the woman who built a career talking about her disastrous love life is doing the one thing I swore I wouldn’t.
Choosing.
But Vincenzo doesn’t come alone. He comes with blood on his hands, an empire at his back, and a family name powerful enough to make men afraid. Falling for him means stepping into a world where loyalty is absolute, enemies don't fight fair, and men like Vincenzo don't love halfway.
I should be terrified of becoming his.
The terrifying part is how much I want to be.
VINCENZOMiles Hart was supposed to be one night.
Then she disappeared before I woke up. That was her first mistake. She thought she could give me a fake name, a fake number, and one unforgettable fucking night before walking out of my life.
I found her.
Now the woman who refuses to belong to anyone is becoming the only thing I've ever wanted badly enough to lose control over. Miles is loud where I'm calculated, defiant where I'm accustomed to obedience, and completely unimpressed by the Vittorio name. She challenges me, infuriates me, and calls the alliance I built with some of the most dangerous men in the country the fucking Dark Avengers.
She's also mine.
And when someone mistakes access to Miles's voice for a claim on the woman herself, he'll discover exactly what happens when you threaten something a Vittorio loves.
Being mine doesn't put Miles in a cage.
It puts an empire at her back.
And God help the man stupid enough to come for my queen.
Don’t get attached.
Don’t confuse chemistry with compatibility.
And never stop sampling before you’re absolutely sure you’ve found your favorite flavor.
Then I meet Vincenzo Vittorio.
He’s controlled, dangerous, and devastatingly confident—the kind of man every survival instinct I possess should tell me to avoid.
Instead, I take him home It’s supposed to be one night. One night becomes one date. One date becomes something neither of us agreed to, and suddenly the woman who built a career talking about her disastrous love life is doing the one thing I swore I wouldn’t.
Choosing.
But Vincenzo doesn’t come alone. He comes with blood on his hands, an empire at his back, and a family name powerful enough to make men afraid. Falling for him means stepping into a world where loyalty is absolute, enemies don't fight fair, and men like Vincenzo don't love halfway.
I should be terrified of becoming his.
The terrifying part is how much I want to be.
VINCENZOMiles Hart was supposed to be one night.
Then she disappeared before I woke up. That was her first mistake. She thought she could give me a fake name, a fake number, and one unforgettable fucking night before walking out of my life.
I found her.
Now the woman who refuses to belong to anyone is becoming the only thing I've ever wanted badly enough to lose control over. Miles is loud where I'm calculated, defiant where I'm accustomed to obedience, and completely unimpressed by the Vittorio name. She challenges me, infuriates me, and calls the alliance I built with some of the most dangerous men in the country the fucking Dark Avengers.
She's also mine.
And when someone mistakes access to Miles's voice for a claim on the woman herself, he'll discover exactly what happens when you threaten something a Vittorio loves.
Being mine doesn't put Miles in a cage.
It puts an empire at her back.
And God help the man stupid enough to come for my queen.