Simone:

I was handed to the Irish Mob on a silver platter. Now I’m forced to marry the enemy of my nightmares.

Ronan Callahan is everything I never wanted in a husband—a cold, crass, violent brute that seeks to own me.
Our wedding was nothing more than a business deal, trading Callahan security for Langston loyalty.

My husband thinks he can break me.
But he’s got another thing coming. I won’t go down easily.
Even if it means burning his empire down with me.

Ronan:

They say the quickest way to tame a threat is to put a ring on it.

Simone Langston is a spoiled princess raised behind golden gates—but I see what no one else does. She’s fire. She’s fury. She’s mine.
Our marriage was meant to end a mafia feud. Instead, it’s ignited a new kind of war where allegiances are tested and no one can be trusted.

My wife may hate the vows we took.
But she’ll learn to love the man who forced her to say them.
Even if I have to be the monster she’s always feared.

Chantal:

I was stolen from my life of comfort by masked men. Now I’m the prisoner of a dead man who wants to watch the world burn.

Lochlan Callahan is supposed to be dead—but the man holding me captive is very much alive. He’s cold and cruel and consumed by vengeance.

My kidnapping was never just about ransom. It’s about destroying everyone I love—including my own family.

My captor thinks he can use me.

But I’m not the sheltered little toy he thinks I am.

Even if I have to play his twisted game to survive.

Lochlan:

They buried me. Mourned me. Took my empire and moved on without me.

Chantal Banks is a senator’s daughter, an art gallery darling, and the best friend of my brother’s wife—which makes her the perfect pawn in my revenge.

Her kidnapping was meant to be leverage. Instead, she becomes a distraction I can’t afford. A temptation that threatens everything I’ve planned.

My captive may fear the man who holds her hostage.

But she’ll learn there’s no escaping a dead man.

Even if keeping her means dragging her into the grave with me.

Jhene:

I survived the cages. Now I'm at the mercy of a man who breaks bones for a living.

Killian Rourke is brutal, foul-mouthed, and terrifying—the Irish Mob's most feared enforcer.

He didn't ask to be my protector. And I didn't ask to be trapped in his world, hiding from the Russians who want me back in chains.

My bodyguard thinks I'm just a job. But I'm no one's victim. Not anymore. Even if surviving means trusting an Irish brute with my life.

Killian:

I break bones. I bury bodies. I don't do damsels in distress.

Jhene Prince is a stubborn little thing with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue—nothing like the broken girl the news made her out to be.

She was supposed to be temporary. Keep her breathing and keep her alive. Most importantly, keep my hands off her. But she's in my space, under my skin, blurring lines and making me want things I shouldn’t.

The girl thinks she doesn't need anyone. But she'll learn I protect what's mine. Even if it means going to war with the Bratva.