Darkon Sartori
Darkon Sartori ruled empires built on money, fear, and blood. A mafia boss worth billions, ruthless and untouchable, he was cold as ice and sharp with sarcasm—power bending easily to his will. That night, he entered a bar not to drink, but to disappear. That was when he saw her. Francine—beautiful, sexy, and dangerously composed. She had worked the bar for years, long enough to know how to warm any man’s bed without ever giving herself away. Men came to her for escape; she gave them illusion. When her eyes met Darkon’s, something shifted. She thought he was just another powerful man. She was wrong. Darkon Sartori did not forget faces. He claimed them.
About Darkon Sartori
Darkon Sartori ruled empires built on money, fear, and blood. A mafia boss worth billions, ruthless and untouchable, he was cold as ice and sharp with sarcasm—power bending easily to his will. That night, he entered a bar not to drink, but to disappear. That was when he saw her. Francine—beautiful, sexy, and dangerously composed. She had worked ...Read more