He was forbidden.

My brother's best friend.

Also the most dangerous man in the country.

And I signed myself over to him.

Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino.

It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life.

The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting.

But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own.

Her body. His rules. No exceptions.

The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go.

He says he'll ruin her for other men.

He's not lying.

Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name.

Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted.

She never expected to feel owned.

She never expected to love it.

Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her.

Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

The bed was warm, and Eve was warm against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her breathing steady and deep with sleep.


Dimitri lay awake in the pre-dawn darkness of the penthouse, watching the city begin to wake below them. It was 5:47 AM. The kind of hour when the world was still quiet and peaceful.


He wasn't thinking about business. Wasn't thinking about operations or rivals or the constant machinery of power that demanded his attention. He was just lying there, holding his woman, listening to her breathe, feeling the weight of her against him, and for once, allowing himself to simply exist in the moment.


It wouldn't last. He knew that. Peace never did in his world. But for these few hours before the day began, before the demands started, he could pretend that his life was simple. That it was just him and Eve and nothing else.


Chapter 355 - Dante's First Move