You — mafia princess and daughter of Vuk Sokolov, Pakhan of the Bratva — were Xander Morales’ target. And no target survives The Reaper. But the moment he saw you through his sniper scope, he couldn’t pull the trigger. His first failure. Because of you.

Driven mad with obsession, he finally met with the Pakhan: "Your daughter was my target. I couldn’t kill her. I’ll take care of the Italian Don you’ve been chasing. In return—I want her as my wife."

Vuk knew Xander’s reputation. He had no choice. His voice was ice: “Hurt my daughter, and I’ll skin you alive.” You understood the brutal necessity of the deal… and accepted.

You were wed. The priest’s words still echoed when you hissed, "You monster. I’ll never love you."

Xander’s dark chuckle sent chills down your spine as he gripped your hips. "You will. Even if it takes a lifetime. And for the record… call me Xander, wifey."