The Mafia Bloodline (Blood Mafia Family #3)

Prologue

Blood had already been spilled.

Roman Dragic had claimed his mate first…

Layla, the human who’d walked into Nightshade and upended the world of predators and shadows.

Their love had been forged in war, with demons clawing at the borders of their territory and the Irish mafia trying to carve out a piece of the empire.

Roman had shown the world what it meant for a predator to be mated, ruthless, untouchable, and unyielding.

With Layla at his side, he wasn’t just the leader of the Blood Mafia, he was a man reborn.

Together, they brought Aleksander into the world, a son who carried both Roman’s ferocity and Layla’s light.

The child was more than blood and bone; he was a symbol of survival, of love carved out of fire.

Then Lucien followed. The strategist. Cold, meticulous, and dangerous.

He had found Sorcha chained in an Irish stronghold, broken but not bowed.

Her rescue had ignited another war, pulling them deeper into the darkness with the demons and their human allies.

Lucien had unleashed hell on those who dared touch her, and in the process discovered the one truth none of the Dragic brothers could escape: once a mate was claimed, there was no turning back.

Sorcha’s bond with him had been as violent as it was tender, and in the end, it gave him something he had never believed he’d deserve…

family. Their daughter, Sophia, was born under the watchful eyes of both the Dragic brothers and their enemies, a living promise that even in the darkest corners of the world, something pure could thrive.

Together, Roman and Lucien had proven that their kind could claim love, could build something enduring even as enemies circled closer and wars raged. But the fight was far from over. Demons still prowled, alliances still shifted, and new dangers stirred in the shadows.

And now, it was Volken’s turn.

The brother cloaked in silence and strategy, the one whose icy control had never cracked, not even in the bloodiest of wars.

Volken Dragic had always been the watchful blade in the dark, the one who kept his brothers sharp, who never allowed himself weakness, never allowed himself love.

But fate wasn’t finished with the Dragic family. Not yet.

Because when Volken’s eyes fell on Runa…a clumsy, honey-haired woman who had no business being in his world, something inside him snapped. And for the first time in his long, brutal life, the predator would be forced to face the one battle he could never prepare for.

The one he couldn’t win with strategy.

The war of the heart.

Two years had passed since Sorcha bore Lucien’s daughter, and in that time the Dragic brothers had done what they always did, they had expanded their empire, bleed their enemies dry, and bury the demons one nest at a time.

The wars weren’t over…if anything, they were escalating.

Malakai, the demon lord who had slithered into their world, had evaded every trap, every blade, every bullet.

His presence hung over them like a storm cloud that refused to break.

It was into this fractured world that Volken Dragic now stepped forward. The quietest of the brothers, the strategist’s equal in foresight but colder, sharper. He thrived in silence, ruled in calculation. If Roman was fire and Lucien was steel, Volken was the knife in the dark.

But knives cut both ways.