I always chased the wallet, not the wreckage.
Marry rich. Live secure. Never look back at the scraps of my past-the evictions, the empty promises, the men I used like stepping stones.
That's my code.
Until I slipped into the vaults beneath that glittering Manhattan gallery, auctioning myself as arm candy to the highest bidder.
He spotted me first.
The kingpin with murder in his veins and jealousy flickering like a bad habit.
His deal hit like whiskey: fake trophy wife on his arm, untouchable luxury in exchange for silence.
Play pretty. Stay distant.
But his hands found me in the shadows anyway, pulling me into sweat-slicked collisions that left us gasping, interrupted by alarms that couldn't drown the roar in my blood.
Down there, under flickering emergency lights, our limbs tangle in the cold steel confines.
What starts as contract turns feral feast-he devours me against the walls, marking skin where diamonds should sit.
I tell myself it's the security I need, the escape from my hustler's life.
Lies.
His raw confessions in the dark, awkward and fierce, crack my cynicism wide open.
I want the chaos he brings, the surrender I've starved for.
We burn the records together one night, flames chewing yellowed paper in a smoke-choked ritual that tastes like freedom and doom.
His empire bleeds loyalty; my past claws back with threats of exposure.
One jealous outburst from him, one slip of my gold-digging truth, and it's bullets for us both.
Stability dangles.
Love feels like the real heist.
But damn if yielding to this man doesn't scare me more than losing everything.
A full-length Mafia Boss / Gold Digger Trophy Wife Erotic Romance featuring a sassy opportunist and a jealous kingpin.
