They say the Borrelli men are cursed. Fall in love—and you lose everything. I never planned to get married. I planned to fight, to bleed for my brothers, to stay loyal to the life that made me. Then I found her. Siobhan. The Irish princess with a wicked smile and haunted eyes. I dragged her out of a basement full of monsters—and now I have to marry her to keep the peace. It’s politics. Power. Not love. Never love. But she looks at me like she sees more than fists and fury. She talks back. Fights harder. And every time I say her name, she melts and defies me in the same breath. I’m a made man. She’s the woman who’s going to unmake me. I shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t crave the way she sounds when she moans, or how she tastes when she forgets to hate me. But Siobhan’s different. And I don’t care about curses anymore. Because she’s mine to protect. Mine to ruin. And I’ll burn the whole damn world before I ever let her go. Niccoló