The Drakos Heir

Thessaly Roussos thought she was attending a family dinner. She was attending her own engagement. Her father owes Stavros Drakos twenty years of cooked books, and the only currency he has left is his daughter. Stavros is fifty-four, head of the Drakos family, and he doesn't pretend the marriage is anything but a transfer of assets. Eleven days. One priest. A house full of men her father owes. Thessaly hates him cleanly until the night someone shoots up a Christening and Stavros stands between her and the bullets without a second thought. Then the hatred gets complicated. But Stavros's own consigliere wants her gone, and he's willing to bury her with her father's numbers to make it happen. He doesn't know she's been copying those numbers since she was nineteen. A dark mafia age gap arranged marriage romance about a bride who takes the seat at the table instead of the exit.