Debt of the Mafia Underboss

My father sold me to a monster to pay his debts.

But the man who took me doesn’t look like a killer.

He looks like a dream—and he smells like fresh bread.

I’m a third-grade teacher who just became a mafia bargaining chip.

When Matteo Costa enters my penthouse, I swing a baseball bat at his head.

He catches it mid-air without breaking a sweat.

By day, he’s the lethal Underboss who keeps the city in fear.

By night, he’s a midnight baker who uses flour to drown out his demons.

I should be running for my life while he’s distracted at the oven.

But watching those brutal, scarred hands knead dough makes my knees weak.

My father’s betrayal put a hit squad on my trail.

Now the only thing between me and a bullet is a grumpy baker with a deadly aim.

I’m his debt to collect, and he intends to take every inch.