Married Off to the Mafia

He rejected me coldly all those years ago. Now I’m forced to marry him.
Our mafia families are old allies, and we grew up together.
But when I offered him my heart, he stomped all over it.
Now the don demands that I marry him to make me a top protection priority.

I’m sick of being controlled like a powerless little girl with no choice.
I hate it that I’m being forced to share my life with the mobster who broke my heart.
But it gets worse: he and I have to go on the run together.
Which means spending extensive alone-time together in hotel rooms.

You know what the most twisted thing about all of it is? I’m still not over him.
I hate how safe I feel when he gets dangerously close.
I hate how my blood turns hot when he’s playing it cool.
I hate how I want to forget this cruel world and give myself to him even though I shouldn’t.

How much longer can I resist giving myself to the mobster?