: I Need to Be a Don.

Elira's POV 

The island was perfect. That was the infuriating part. 

It was a self-contained fortress, a secure, impenetrable bolt-hole I’d bought and stocked months ago. 

The main villa was swallowed by dense, lush jungle, totally hidden from the shore. 

Inside, I had everything. A state-of-the-art medical equipment, discreet foreign doctors who spoke four languages and asked no questions, a massive stockpile of gourmet food, and a damn good security perimeter run by people who only knew they worked for a silent employer. 

No one knew they worked for Elira.

Yet, my mind wouldn't settle. It kept clawing its way back to the...