He spilled a drink on my dress. I dumped my wine in his lap. Which is why I invite the dark-and-brooding beast to clean me up. Only it turns out, he’s not a stranger at all.
He’s a dark storm wrapped in tattoos and muscle. A mafia prince with a killer’s smile and a predator’s gaze. Takeshi Mori doesn’t ask for anything. He takes it. Including me. Our marriage is a weapon forg…
"What do you mean, 'you sold me to the Russian mob'?" Unfortunately, Papa isn't joking. And as if belonging to the beast isn't messed up enough, I'm now also carrying his heir...
