He was forbidden.

My brother's best friend.

Also the most dangerous man in the country.

And I signed myself over to him.

Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino.

It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life.

The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting.

But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own.

Her body. His rules. No exceptions.

The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go.

He says he'll ruin her for other men.

He's not lying.

Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name.

Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted.

She never expected to feel owned.

She never expected to love it.

Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her.

Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

Isabella stood in front of her closet, staring at her options.


She'd already decided what to wear...black fitted pants, a cream-colored sweater, neutral shoes suitable for walking. Nothing that would draw attention. Nothing that would suggest she was planning anything other than a normal evening walk.


She folded these items carefully and set them on her bed.


This space that had been her prison and her sanctuary simultaneously. The walls painted in soft colors chosen by her mother. The furniture selected for aesthetics rather than comfort. The photographs on the shelves showing her at various ages, smiling for the camera at events orchestrated by her father.


This might be the last time she would see this room as her home.


After tonight, it would just be a place she used to live.


Chapter 405 - Isabella Escaped