Merciless Vows

Sloane I grew up with a badge in the house and justice in my veins. My father was a cop. Now I’m in grad school studying forensic psychology, trying to understand what makes people cross the line. Then my best friend is murdered, and I’m not studying darkness from a distance. I’m in it. So what the hell am I doing in the lap of Rafaele Rosetti, the enforcer for the most feared mafia family in New York? He was sent to kill me. But instead of pulling the trigger, he shields me with his body and stares down the men who gave the order. Now I’m tangled in a world I was never meant to see, protected by a man with blood on his gloves and heat in his eyes. He’s everything I should run from. But I’m done running. Because the deeper I fall, the more I realize—Rafaele Rosetti doesn’t just protect what’s his. He claims it. Rafaele Sloane Carter is a problem I was sent to erase. A cop’s daughter. A grad student with too many questions and no idea how close she is to the truth. I should’ve ended it the second I saw her. Instead, I watched her. Got close. Touched. Now I’ve got her scent in my sheets and her name in my blood. She doesn’t belong here, surrounded by men like me. But the second she looks at me like I’m worth saving, it stops mattering what’s right. She’s mine. And I protect what’s mine—with blood.

Sloane I grew up with a badge in the house and justice in my veins. My father was a cop. Now I’m in grad school studying forensic psychology, trying to understand what makes people cross the line. Then my best friend is murdered, and I’m not studying darkness from a distance. I’m in it. So what the hell am I doing in the lap of Rafaele Rosetti, the enforcer for the most feared mafia family in New York? He was sent to kill me. But instead of pulling the trigger, he shields me with his body and stares down the men who gave the order. Now I’m tangled in a world I was never meant to see, protected by a man with blood on his gloves and heat in his eyes. He’s everything I should run from. But I’m done running. Because the deeper I fall, the more I realize—Rafaele Rosetti doesn’t just protect what’s his. He claims it. Rafaele Sloane Carter is a problem I was sent to erase. A cop’s daughter. A grad student with too many questions and no idea how close she is to the truth. I should’ve ended it the second I saw her. Instead, I watched her. Got close. Touched. Now I’ve got her scent in my sheets and her name in my blood. She doesn’t belong here, surrounded by men like me. But the second she looks at me like I’m worth saving, it stops mattering what’s right. She’s mine. And I protect what’s mine—with blood.