Christian “Priest” DiLustro.
A charming prince.
Only when it suited him.


I had a taste of him and got addicted. But he was a heartless bastard and an arrogant mafia prince whose only goal was to ignore me after we scratched the itch.
Just when I thought we both moved on, he swooped in, claiming he made a promise and he intended to keep it, even if it killed us both.


Ivy Murphy.
An Irish mafia princess.
Mine.


We might have started as a dream, but now I was her nightmare. I was damaged goods, scarred by my past. Still, I couldn’t allow anyone else to have her.
So I stole a marriage contract and her heart. It wasn’t mine to own, but I took it anyway.
For better or worse, in sickness and health, I intended to keep her.
Until death do us part.