His Little Spitfire

I came to save my sister from the man who claimed her as his. Now I’m the one trapped.

Stealing her back was the plan. Instead, I’ve been captured by the enemy, thrown into a world of violence and power plays, and sentenced to a fate worse than death—marriage. To him. The Don’s younger brother.
Urzo Bertelli is cold, ruthless, and unwilling. Just as furious about this forced union as I am. He doesn’t believe in love and doesn’t know what romance is if it slapped him across the face. All he cares about is loyalty, control, and keeping his family safe.
If putting a ring on my finger prevents a war, he’ll do it. No hesitation. No emotion.
He communicates through his fists, and I’m the first challenge to test his approach.
I push. He pulls. I fight. He punishes. Every time his patience snaps, I find myself craving the way he takes back control.
This was never supposed to feel real, feelings weren’t supposed to form.
But the longer we play pretend, the more I wonder if I’m still fighting against him… or against myself and what I really crave.
To be desired by the man who has bound me with his last name.