Salvatore

Salvatore Faugno is the sexiest man I’ve ever met.

He’s also a cold-blooded killer.

When I took a last-minute waitressing gig, I never expected to get caught in the middle of a mafia war. Now I’m angry as well as exhausted. Thanks to some testosterone-fueled idiots, I’ve lost all my tips as well as my phone. I just want to go home, drink a bottle of wine, and sleep for 12 hours.

It seems fate has other plans.

Salvatore isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. He kills a man to save us both but ends up badly injured. My apartment is the last place his enemies will look for him. Any sensible woman would be terrified of this tattooed and dangerous killer, but all I want to do is peel his bloody clothes off and…bandage his wounds.

At the end of three days, it’s official: I’ve succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome. Salvatore is rich, possessive, and controlling, and he pushes all my buttons. He says he’ll do whatever it takes to keep me safe.

The passion between us is off the scale, but I’d be a fool to trust a man this sexy and sinful.

After all, I’m a loose end tying him to a crime scene…

And his family wants me dead.