Every powerful man has demons. The things they do to gain it leave a mark on their soul.
West End is known for creating fighters.
In the ring.
Against each other.
And for the things-and people-they refuse to let go.
Lavinia Lucia is about to find out what it means to belong to the Dukes.
Nick Bruin is two hundred pounds of inked, imposing muscle. He's just another lost Royal of Forsyth-a fighter. A killer. A schemer.
He won't rest until he makes me his own, and he can't do that without going back home, securing his title, and reuniting with his brothers.
Remington Maddox, a tattoo artist with a razor-sharp smile and frantic eyes. He battles his demons in a hurricane of hard touches and whispered words. By the time Remy's done marking me, I'm not sure there'll be anything left to call my own.
Sy Perilini, with his malevolent stare and bitter tongue, hates me just for being female. It's easier, knowing that he could never want me. If being the object of Sy's resentment is bad, then being the object of his desire just might be my undoing.
The Dukes of Forsyth are more than a fraternity. They're a family.
And families protect what belongs to them.
