He’s a dark storm wrapped in tattoos and muscle. A mafia prince with a killer’s smile and a predator’s gaze. Takeshi Mori doesn’t ask for anything. He takes it. Including me. Our marriage is a weapon forged in blood, meant to stop a war. But there’s nothing peaceful about my new husband. He’s ruthless chaos incarnate—a Machiavellian psychopath with a thirst for violence. He craves control, but I was born to defy. His darkness terrifies me even as it calls to mine. His touch consumes me even as it burns me alive. We aren’t a happy ever after. We’re a collision-course disaster. And “till death do us part” isn’t a vow. It’s a declaration of war.Emperor of Havoc is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with “look at her and I’ll unalive you” energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.TRIGGER WARNINGDear Reader,This book contains darker themes and depictions of past trauma, as well as graphic scenes involving primal, CNC, and somno activities.While these scenes were written to create a more vivid, in-depth story, they may be triggering to some readers. Please know your own triggers, and read with that in mind.Thanks for reading,Jagger Mafia Romance Romantic Suspense
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