Elena didn’t sleep that night.

She lay in the massive bed, staring at the ornate ceiling of the mansion, her body still tingling from Xavier’s touch, yet her heart weighed down by the chaos surrounding her. Everything had changed since she’d walked into his life—and his world. She’d been nothing more than a waitress with a troubled past. Now, she was at the heart of a mafia war.

And whether she liked it or not, she was the mafia king’s queen.

She sat up in bed, pushing the sheets away. The silk clung to her skin, still warm from him. But Xavier was gone—again. Vanished into the night like he...