His Forced Irish Mafia Bride (O’Connor Mafia #1)

Her father used her as collateral to save his own pathetic neck. Now, she’s my forced bride.

Locked inside my Boston penthouse. Bound to a monster twice her age.

But I am not a patient man.

I watched her flash those emerald eyes in that dark Southie pub. I saw the fierce defiance in her soft, tempting curves. And I decided right then that she belonged to me.

She thinks her sharp tongue can fight my control. She thinks she can win a war against the head of the O’Connor Syndicate.

Poor little bird.

Now I have an obsession.

She doesn’t realize I pull all the strings. She has no idea her body already belongs to the enemy.

She trembles when my tattooed hands trace her pale skin. Melts when I whisper filthy Irish promises into her ear.

Then THEY touch what is mine.

A rival syndicate steals my captive from her cage. They think they can use her to break my empire.

They have no idea I’ve abandoned all strategy. Only pure, unadulterated slaughter remains.

I will tear this entire city apart by its roots to bring her back.

She came to me as a prisoner, but I will burn Boston to the ground to keep my wife safe.