My father traded me to the most powerful man in Chicago.
I swore I’d never let another man own me.
Dante Caruso is the new don. Cold. Controlled. Built like a fortress with eyes that see everything.
I’m supposed to be his perfect mafia bride—beautiful, silent, obedient. A bloodline in a black dress. And after what the last powerful man did to me, I know better than to let anyone past my walls.
But Dante doesn’t want my obedience. He wants something deeper.
He tells me to breathe, and the panic goes quiet. He gives me structure, and the weight lifts off my chest. He looks at me like I’m not a transaction—like I’m something precious.
And when he asks me to call him Daddy… the walls around my heart start to crumble.
I spent years learning to need no one.
So why does surrendering to his discipline feel like finally coming home?