Contract of a Billionaire: Billionaire Kings, Book 1

The first time I met Alessio Russo I was 18. He’d barged into my room. I yelled. He yelled. We argued.

I slammed the door into the jerk’s face. Then I discovered that the drool-worthy prick was my best friend’s oldest brother—who had connections to Cassio King and the mafia. The freaking mafia!

The second time I saw him was at his mother’s funeral. He didn’t seem to recognize me. Or so I thought until we ended up tangled up between the sheets and he referred to our first encounter.

The next time we saw each other was at his father’s funeral—the funeral of the very same man that had threatened my life.

It turned out Alessio Russo was a gentleman even when he was a savage. We bickered. We kissed. We fought. We made love.

He thrilled me and scared me. Still, we slowly started to find a way to each other, but before I had a chance to come clean with him, I had to leave the country.

Then all hell broke loose.