Being savage in the ring is one thing. The way Elio Moretti craves my violence outside the ring is another.I feel like I’ve been fighting my whole life, and tapping out has never been an option.I can live with owing money to the Morettis. I can even live with the constant guilt that my brother is the one paralyzed in a hospital bed while I live his dream. What I can’t live with is Elio Moretti, second in command to the infamous crime family, showing up to all my fights, sitting in the front row, watching me like he can’t look away, and barging into the locker room to patch up my wounds and invade my space.The Morettis are monsters. Vicious, brutal sociopaths. So, why is Elio so eager to get on his knees for me?He’s as desperate to give up control as I am to take it, but is giving in to these primal urges enough of a reason to sell my soul?He claims there are worse people in this city than his family, and the deeper I get dragged into his world, the more true that’s starting to seem. Can I really fall in love with a Mafia underboss? Is it even possible to walk away?