No Mercy, No Wedding

I was handed to him like a debt being settled. Marisol Vega buried her uncle on a Tuesday. By Friday she was married to Nico Falcone, the coldest man in the city, in a chapel with two witnesses and a door that locked from the outside. He thinks he bought a wife. He bought a problem. Because Marisol is not going to sit in the guest wing and smile at dinner. She is going to read his books, learn his routes, find the money that has been disappearing from his own port, and hand it back to him with the names attached. She did not agree to this marriage. She is going to run it. A forced marriage mafia romance with a bride who refuses to be a hostage.