Ours was always a twisted tale even from the very beginning. But she can't escape our dark fate or turn her back on the truth that she's mine and I'm hers. Every dark, broody, inch of me... 'till death do us part, Little Red. **This is the final book in the Salvatore Syndicate series. ***

"Possessive. Dangerous. Addicted to her." I’m no prince on a white horse—I’m the villain in black Armani. 🖤💼 Ruthless. Untouchable. Head of the Salvatore Crime Family. I was sent to take her life… Instead, I’ll steal her soul. 😈🖤 He thinks he’s the tough guy. The king in a world of criminals. 👑 But I’m the dark princess, born to rule. And when I rise, Roque Salvatore will fall. By the time I’m done, his black heart will be mine. 🕷️🔥 Don’t miss this epic dark mafia romance! Roque and Romina bring the heat in a twisted game of lust, power, and ...

It was supposed to be one night. No names. No past. No consequences. Then I missed my period. And the man I thought I’d never see again— Walked into my family’s gala. Vincent Russo. The enemy. The threat. The father of my child. He says marrying him is the only way to protect the baby. But he doesn’t want a wife. He wants obedience. Control. And maybe something more. Because sometimes, when he touches me, It feels like he’s trying to forget who we are. And when I look at him... I start to forget too. But our last names were built on blood. Our families don’t forgive. And now ...

I told myself I didn’t want her anymore. I lied. Four years ago, I would’ve done anything for Lady Liana Foxworth. She was light, laughter, mine. Then, without warning, she ended us. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence. I left Ravenmoor with nothing but the weight of her absence. Now I return a different man, colder, wealthier, no longer hers. But the moment I see her again, the past slams into me like a fist. She’s softer now. Quieter. Still impossibly lovely. And every bit as dangerous. We’re under the same roof. Close enough to remember everything I swore I forgot. She looks...

He will pay. I’m making his Christmas hell and waving him goodbye with my middle finger as he packs his bags and rolls out. 👋🏼🖕🏼 This roof isn’t big enough for the two of us. Heck, neither is this town. Or this country. Maybe the whole damn planet. 🌍 He’s got an ego to match his size... and a swagger that’s sexy as all hell. Smells like pine soap and new money—crisp. Sharp. Hungry. 💰🌲🔥 My palms hit the tiled shower wall. Why?! Why do I always want the bad ones? The ones who treat me like dirt and vanish without a second thought? 💔 Not this time. I’m ...