Dante: Dark Mafia Romance

ELIZABETH

I have one rule: never need anyone.

It's worked so far. I shoot arrows for fun, I know exactly which poisons stop a heart, and I've just come home to Spain to a father I barely know and a house full of men with guns.

Then Dante Ferratti walked up the drive. The boy who once threw me in a fountain. The heir everybody buried five years ago.

I pointed an arrow at his heart. He smiled and asked me to dance.

He's charming. He's reckless. He's back for revenge on the men who murdered his family, and he jokes about everything except the name he says in his sleep.

I know better than to fall for a man who's already planned his own funeral.

Every time he calls me Princesa, I forget how to aim.

DANTE

Five years ago they killed my whole family on a mountain road. They thought they'd got me too.

Now I'm home, and I want three things back: my name, my house, and the men who did it.

I didn't come back for her. My godfather's daughter. Filthy mouth, green eyes, deadly with a bow. The first person in five years who looks at me like I might be worth keeping alive.

Everyone who gets close to me ends up in the ground.

I should stay away from her. I've tried. She keeps pointing weapons at me, and I keep walking straight into them.

Some men are born lucky. I was born a Ferratti.

This is the second book in The Dark Syndicate Series. Reading order:

Frank.

Dante.

Damon.

House of Diamonds.

Gates of Hell.