I ran from one monster, only to be captured by three.
My uncle stole my father’s syndicate and tried to sell me off to the highest bidder. Running from the altar was a death sentence, but staying would have been my ruin. I thought the stolen car and the midnight highway were my ticket to freedom. I was wrong.
Instead of salvation, I crashed straight into the hands of my family’s greatest enemies: The De Luca Syndicate.
Corrado. The towering, ruthless Boss who commands the underworld with a single, lethal glance. Bastian. The massive, scarred enforcer who guards me like a vicious, territorial beast. Lazaro. The tattooed, silent tracker who watches my every move from the shadows.
They locked me in a subterranean glass cell. I was supposed to be nothing but political leverage—a pawn to tear down my uncle’s empire. I am the Rossi heir, their sworn enemy. They were supposed to break me.
But the lines between captivity and obsession quickly blur in the dark. What started as ruthless leverage turns into a possessive, all-consuming devotion. They don’t just want my family’s ruin anymore. They want me. All of me.
And the most terrifying part? I want them, too. All three of them.
Now, my uncle is hunting me down, and a brutal syndicate war is bleeding into the streets. But Corrado, Bastian, and Lazaro have sworn a new oath. Anyone who touches me will die. I am no longer their prisoner. I am their foundation. I am their queen.
Her Ruthless Captors is a scorching hot, dark mafia standalone romance. If you love morally gray men who will burn the world to the ground for the woman they share, this book is for you.
What to expect:
Runaway Bride: Fleeing a forced marriage straight into the arms of danger.
Enemies to Lovers: Rival crime syndicate families colliding.
Captive to Lovers: From a subterranean cell to the throne of an empire.
Touch Her & Die: Fiercely protective, lethally devoted men.
Why Choose / Reverse Harem: She doesn’t have to pick just one; all three are hers.
High Heat: Explicit, melt-your-e-reader group intimacy.
