Some lines aren’t just crossed—they’re obliterated.

She was desperate, and I saw an opportunity. I used her to get what I needed most: an heir. Does that make me a bad guy? Probably. But I've never pretended to be anything else.

I’m the last of the Nardozzi line and years after my parents were brutally murdered I swore to keep our name alive. When Iris offered herself to fulfill that role, I didn't hesitate. Her body would be mine until she carried my child.

I push her to the edge and make her scream until her voice is gone. I want to own her, brand her, and fill her with my legacy. But now, the man who took everything from me threatens to do the same to her—and the baby she carries.

They cross a line they can never uncross when they come for Iris. And I’ll show them the cost of stealing from a Don.