He’s my villain, my ruin, my sweetest damnation.I’ve always been a good girl.The brilliant ballerina. The perfect politician’s daughter.That is, until my father declares war on the Barone Mafia family, and I become the price to pay.Now, the devil himself has his claws in me.Nico Barone is a beautiful nightmare wrapped in leather and ink.A criminal genius with malice in his veins and destruction on his lips.He promises to break me.To strip me until there’s nothing left.To be the composer of my symphony of sin and ruin.He thinks I’m the pawn in his game.But this pawn will bring a king to his knees.Even if it kills me.Dance of Ruin is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart heroine, and an ultra possessive hero with “look at her and I’ll unalive you” energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.
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