To Hell
The devil owns me now.
Ettore Russo is the devil wrapped in scars and secrets. A Camorra Capo with the power to destroy me.
And I have just been sold to him.
The burn scars covering his body are hypnotizing, but not nearly as much as his eyes. Because, in them, I see a darkness that mirrors my own. A pain that binds us.
It’s sick, but I crave it. I crave him.
For fifteen years, I’ve been nothing but a possession for men who thrive on cruelty.
My childish fantasy of becoming a fashion designer tossed in the trash.
Yet, karma finds the most twisted way to reward the unlucky.
My dream comes knocking at my door again.
Ettore is my death sentence in a designer suit.
But his touch is far too addictive for me to resist it.
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