Life as a mafia princess is full of unexpected plot twists. One day, I’m scouting for new bands in downtown clubs, living the life of the rich and the beautiful. The next, I'm sold to a Russian mobster …
"What do you mean, 'you sold me to the Russian mob'?" Unfortunately, Papa isn't joking. And as if belonging to the beast isn't messed up enough, I'm now also carrying his heir...
I made a list of all my darkest fantasies. It was a meaningless joke— Right up until my arranged husband found it. Now it’s his mission to check off Every. Single. Box….
