Whoever controls Bourbon Street, is King. I was born to rule, made by my father into the ruthless Boss of the Marcone crime family. My seat, a throne made of leather and gunpowder, forged by blood. Now, a new threat has come to challenge my position, testing me for weakness by sending me the lovely Irish Rose. Her sweet scent is a lure, her green eyes a weapon meant to seduce me until I lower my guard. And the secrets she holds the final blow meant to bring me to my knees. I will take sweet Rose and make her mine. But she will never infiltrate more than my bed. Never come near my throne. And I will never let her in my heart. I am Enzo Marcone, and I am the King of Bourbon Street.

I have one rule. Never lie.I wasn't lying when I told the King of Bourbon Street I was there to seduce him, that I would be the pawn that brought him down. That if he ever let me go, I'd betray him.And I wasn't lying when I kissed him with a passion I'd never felt before, or when I willingly gave myself to him. I too drank from the poison I was there to deliver, and it burned hotter in my veins with each fevered caress.That's the thing about people like me. People that never lie. We can make you believe anything we want you to believe because it's all true.I am a master of manipulation. I am the Queen of Deceit.\\\This is not a standalone novel. It is the second book, and conclusion, of the Mafia’s Throne duet\\\