Guilty Guardian

I ran.

He hunted.

Falco Tierney is my father’s most lethal enforcer.

Thirty-eight. Scarred. Loyal to the Don.

Until me.

“Touch her,” he says, voice calm as a loaded gun, “and I’ll start a war.”

I’m the mafia princess.

The chosen heir.

A pawn in a blood-soaked alliance with the Irish.

I was raised to be untouchable.

Instead, I let my bodyguard ruin me.

One stolen night becomes obsession.

Obsession becomes possession.