My name is Rory Carter and I do bad things. There’s a charred soul under this angelic exterior and sometimes, I wonder if my weekly confessions to the Sinners Anonymous hotline will be enough to heal it. Marrying the seventy-something head of the Cosa Nostra to save my father is the only good deed I’ve ever done. I’m burning and bitter under the fake smile and tight dresses, but I was keeping it together. Was. Until my fiancé’s nephew turns up to dinner uninvited. Angelo ‘Vicious' Visconti. A beautiful monster with cheekbones as sharp as his tongue. They say I shouldn’t be scared of him, because nine years ago, he went straight. He’s barely a Made Man anymore. But I say, he’s the most dangerous Visconti of all. It’s not just because his cold sneer makes my pulse flutter. Or the way his syrupy drawl trickles down my spine. No. He holds all of my sins in his big, rough hands. And the only sins darker than mine are his own.