"I’m not a thing you can just buy, Salvatore," she whispered, her voice trembling despite the fire in her gaze.
Across the mahogany desk, she sat like a broken porcelain doll. Lucia. Her eyes were wide, a frantic shade of amber that made something dark and possessive stir in his chest. Her father had gambled away his life, and she was the currency used to settle the debt. Salvatore (Dark Mafia Romance) by Natasha Knight
The study smelled of expensive bourbon and old blood—a scent that had followed Salvatore Vitale since the day he was born. He didn't just rule the city; he owned the shadows that lived within it. "I’m not a thing you can just buy,