Mafia Rivals

Just a handful of reasons why I should hate Cesare Salvatore, heir to the Salvatore Sicilian mafia throne. Other reasons? His insanely gorgeous face. How hot he looks in his Formula One race suit. The feral look in his eyes when he’s pounding his enemy into the ground… But as a Mancinelli, I abide by one family rule: Stay away from the Salvatores.

Rafaele: I’m the Enforcer—the last face you see when there’s no one left to hear you scream. I finally know who killed my mother, and I’m ready to burn the world to the ground. But as I move to strike, she’s already there. Sofiya Mancinelli. Sofiya: I’m the Assassin. My job is simple: stop Rafaele Salvatore from taking revenge. But I’ve always had a thing for scorching-hot psychos—and the brutal, dirty-talking Enforcer is the most compelling I’ve ever met.

I should be thinking about survival. Instead, I'm dying with her name on my lips. Giada Salvatore—the girl who owned my heart at sixteen. The girl who pulled the trigger that killed my mother. The girl everyone believes is dead. I spent years trying to erase her, bury my desire, outrun her ghost on racetracks across the world. I failed. Crashing my F1 race car leaves me broken, drugged, and barely holding on—but wide awake when I see her. A woman in a nun's habit standing at my bedside. For one unhinged moment, I think I'm hallucinating. Until I realize the impossible truth. She's real.