My father sold my hand to settle his debts… but my virginity wasn’t part of the bargain. My father never turns down a sure bet. It was a win/win for him—no more owed money and an alliance with the Bruno family to boot. He didn’t ask me if I wanted to marry a mobster. He didn’t have to. What I want doesn’t matter. But if I’m forced to leave one uncaring man’s home for another, there is one thing I can take. Or rather, lose. And the delicious Irishman who wants to buy me a drink is the perfect man to take it. That face. That accent. That body . Every bit of it, all for me, for one perfect, toe-curling night before I’m married off to a stranger. Only my new fiancé isn’t a stranger at all… He’s the one night stand who took my first time.