I realized then I was wrong when I thought the love I’d find would be an ugly and twisted thing. I realized that love itself would bend any ugliness into its own—sometimes strange—sort of beauty.

Because it had been in those darkest moments that love had crept in and tethered us together, tighter than any chains could.

It had been in that darkness that beauty seemed to want to find us most.

I’d always preferred night to day, and I’d never been afraid of the dark. And as Dominic and I stood hand in hand, promising ourselves to each other, I knew this was exactly where I belonged, where we both belonged. We’d come from ugliness. Suffering had put us on the road to our destiny. But Dominic had been wrong about one thing. Even in our world, our love would last forever. He and I, we would make our own happily-ever-after.

Sergio: a Dark Mafia Romance

About This Book

I’m the first-born son of the mafia king. The favorite. Destined to rule, I’m a dangerous man, a ruthless one. But in my world, you have to be.

Then Natalie stumbles into my life. Wrong place. Wrong time.

Twice, fate put her in my path.

Twice, fate placed the innocent lamb at the mercy of the monster.

I gave her a chance to walk away. Told her it would be better for her if she did.

But she didn’t listen.

And now it’s too late.

Because I’m not good. I never wanted to be. And I won’t let her go anymore. See, I’m not the hero. When I touch her, it’s with dirty hands.

I know my reckoning is coming though. I know I’ll burn for the things I’ve done, the sins I’ve committed. And I don’t deny hell is where I belong, but I want my time first. I want my time with her.

She’s mine.

Forever.

No matter what.

Letter From Natasha

Please read this before beginning Sergio’s story

Dear Reader,

Sergio’s story wasn’t one I ever thought I’d write. He was a secondary character in Salvatore and that was all. At least until late in 2017.

When a story starts to form in my mind, it’s usually the hero who takes shape, whose eyes I see, who slowly grows into a living, breathing person for me. It’s usually his voice that first sparks the story.

In Sergio’s case, this started a few months ago with a song, Darlin’ by Houndmouth. From the first moment I heard it, I thought this is it. This is Sergio. This is his song. Even as I write this, I can almost feel him, feel his arms around me, his body heavy as he moves slowly to the music, his breath warm at my cheek as he sings along.