Damon: Dark Mafia Romance

GEMMA

Four years ago a stranger promised me a modelling job in Europe. There was no job. I woke up in Rome, in a house where the women are called jewels and the men who pay are called masters.

We smile. We kneel. We never say our real names.

I've learned to want nothing. Wanting is how I got here.

Then an Englishman walked in, held a door open for me as if I were a person, and refused to play by the rules.

My orders are simple. Make him fall in love with me. Make him sign.

Nobody told me what to do if I fell in love with him back.

DAMON

I came to Rome to forget the wedding that never happened. My oldest friend promised me sunshine, good wine and a fresh start.

He took me through a red door instead. Masks. Money. A beautiful woman kneeling beside every chair.

Choose one, they said.

I chose the one who looked at me as if she'd already decided exactly how I'd die. She won't tell me her name. And every night I don't touch her, someone makes her pay for it.

I was a Marine. I know a trap when I'm standing in one.

I'm getting her out of that house, or I'm not leaving it.

This is the third book in The Dark Syndicate Series. Reading order:

Frank.

Dante.

Damon.

House of Diamonds.

Gates of Hell.