I stood there, a little shocked by Sullivan’s words… but then the thought hit me.

Is there really any reason I shouldn’t put three Italian bullets through my father’s damned brain?

“You’d become my submissive?” I asked, furrowing my brows and letting a sly, deliberately seductive smile curve my lips. Sullivan just stared back at me, completely expressionless. No one ever knew what was going on in that head of his, and I didn’t bother asking why he wanted me to kill my father when he—or Rosa, or that dark guy Black—could do it themselves.

“I’d do anything you want,” he said, and the willingness in his voice sent a...