Enrico Marchetti. One of the five Italian mafia kings. Powerful. Untouchable. Corrupt. It started with one innocent look across a room in Paris. He was a lot older than me. A Roman god dressed in an Italian suit, surrounded by an aura I couldn’t resist. When I ran into him again, he effortlessly pulled me under his spell. But little did I know, a night full of carnal pleasure would cost me everything. When Enrico Marchetti wanted something, he didn’t just take it. He possessed it. Now, his sights were set on me. There were secrets this man was keeping. They surrounded him, his dead wife, his children. I wanted no part of it, but there was no escaping him. He had taken me to his kingdom, locked the doors, and thrown away the key. Now the only thing left to do was fight. Even if it killed me.