The Contract by S.R. Jones

In my world, family and honor are everything.
In my world, women are powerless.
In my world, men call all the shots.

My uncle is a mafia king, and my father wants the same power. I am a pawn in their games – to be used and traded.
Two weeks ago, I was promised in marriage to a man I barely knew.
Two days ago, I discovered that man liked to torture women for fun.
Two hours ago, I begged my mother to stop the marraige.
Two minutes ago, I found myself promised to another man… to my uncle’s terrifying enforcer.

The only way to avoid marriage to a madman is by becoming the bride of a murderer.
He’s six-feet-five of sheer muscle and power, and he scares me as much as he excites me.
Ruthless, merciless, and without fear, his cruel smirk tells me he is going to enjoy having me at his mercy.
He might own me, but I’m not giving in without a fight.