My husband-to-be wants me dead. Okay, so maybe I trashed his car after he insulted my mother. And maybe Erik just so happens to be the prince of the Russian mafia. But I didn’t know that at the time. Now his father figures a wedding will be the only way of keeping me alive and his son out of jail. But I won’t just roll over and take it, no matter how gorgeous Erik is. As a matter of fact, I might just slip a dagger between his ribs before I let him pierce my heart.