The Mafia King's Dangerous Addiction

She was a night nurse. He was a dying Don.

On a stormy night, Rafaela Fontaine packs a bullet wound and keeps the head of the Ricci family alive with nothing but her hands. She never wanted a thank you. She gets a black car outside her door and a bonus she did not ask for.

Salvatore Ricci cannot sleep without his pills. He cannot breathe without her.

He asks for her by name. Then he asks her to stay one more night. When he says “please” for the first time, she knows it is not a request.

She halves his doses in secret. She nurses him through the shaking, the sweats and the begging. She sets her own rules, and he has to learn to obey a woman for the first time in his life.

But someone in the villa is keeping him sick on purpose. And the name written in the oldest ledger, in his own hand, is her dead brother’s.

Fontaine, P., closed.

She walks out in the night. He does not follow. He only learns what it is to need someone, and to let her go.

Now the table is about to take his crown, her mother is gone, and the only way to save them both is to walk into the Teatro Aurora with the truth under her arm.

He is a Don who cannot stop wanting her.

She is a nurse who knows exactly what addiction costs.