He was forbidden.

My brother's best friend.

Also the most dangerous man in the country.

And I signed myself over to him.

Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino.

It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life.

The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting.

But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own.

Her body. His rules. No exceptions.

The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go.

He says he'll ruin her for other men.

He's not lying.

Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name.

Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted.

She never expected to feel owned.

She never expected to love it.

Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her.

Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

The physician arrived at midnight, exactly as the voice on the phone had promised.


Dante had told Luca to clear the household staff from the east wing for the evening, a precaution that felt excessive until he saw the man Luca escorted into his study. Tall, silver-haired, carrying a case that looked more like something out of a military field kit than a doctor's bag.


"Mr. Romano," the man said, his accent unplaceable, a mix of something Eastern European filtered through years elsewhere. "My name isn't important. Call me Doctor, if you need to call me anything at all."


"I'm not here to reassure you," the doctor replied, setting his case on the desk. "I'm here to fix your legs. Reassurance is Dr. Fabrizio's job. I understand he's already told you the honest, disappointing truth about your recovery timeline."


Luca stood near the door, arms crossed, watching the exchange with open suspicion.


Chapter 347 - The Mysterious Doctor From The Covenant