They call me The Death Dealer. Fifty-five years old. Silver in my hair, violence in my eyes, and twenty-six years of vengeance carved into every scar. I was paid five million to erase Markom Ivanov, the man who filmed my mother dying when I was seventeen. I walked into his palace ready to paint the walls with his blood. Then I saw her. Anya. His twenty-three-year-old daughter. Icy-blue eyes, ivory skin, and a pulse that beat faster the closer I got. One look and the death in my veins became useless. I took her instead. Now she’s naked and my captive. She was meant to be my revenge. She’s becoming the only thing I’ve ever been afraid to lose. But I’d never let her know. I’d never let her see that weakness. I’ll hunt her if she runs. I’ll burn Moscow to ash if anyone tries to take her from me. Because the monster hired to kill a king just stole his princess, and a man like me didn’t let go of the one thing that finally made him feel human.

Alexei Drakovich was born to be a weapon. The Russian Bratva king’s spare son turned executioner. The underworld calls him The Butcher, and he earns the name in blood. To prevent a mafia war, Alexei is forced into an arranged marriage with Lucia Rossi, the sheltered princess of their Italian rivals. He’s lethal. She’s beautiful. Together, they’re the kind of power couple the underworld crowns. But on the night of the engagement, a hit nearly kills Alexei’s father and the evidence points to Lucia’s family. The Bratva wants her delivered for interrogation. Alexei refuses. Anyone who touches her dies by his hand. As both syndicates careen toward war, Lucia uncovers the truth about her father’s empire and realizes she was only ever a bargaining chip. Blood demands judgment, and together they burn the Rossi dynasty to the ground. In the smoking aftermath, will Alexei finally take the throne with Lucia as his queen?