Given in debt to the mafia King

I was never given a choice. My stepbrother’s debt to the Cosa Nostra sealed my fate, and in exchange for his life, l was handed over ikeproperty-promised to sebastian Manchini, the ruthless mafia king of New York. Always dressed in black, he wears death like a crown, yeihis face holds the beauty of a Greek god. ebastian is no ordinary man. He is the kind of power whispered about in the dark-the shadoweveryone fears but no one dares to confront. Men tremble at his name. Women crave his touch. And me? He makes my pulse race, my kneesweaken.. and he is the one man  can never refuse, But power never comes without blood. Chaos rips through New York, lovalties burn toash, and the king l was forced to marry may very welbecome the man who destroys me,l thought l had escaped him, slipped free of thechains of his empire. But six months later, he found me-and bound me to his bed, determined l would never run again.What he doesn’tknow is the truth ’ ve buried in my heart--l fellin love with him the momentl saw him, He is not only the king of this city, He is the king ofmy heart. And l am not just his wife.l am his queen.