SASKYA NOCTAROVA
My wedding night should have ended in silk sheets, champagne, and sin.
Instead, it ended on a bulletproof yacht in the middle of the Sicilian sea, trapped under the Spadaro crest with the man I’d been forced to marry.
Salvatore Alessandro Spadaro.
My husband. My enemy. My favourite mistake.
He is control wrapped in Italian arrogance, tattooed muscle, and dangerous green eyes. He gives orders like the world was built to obey him. He guards me like I’m something priceless, then looks at me like I’m the war he never asked for but refuses to lose.
This marriage was supposed to be protection.
A contract.
A shield against the bounty on my head.
But every day under his roof makes the lines blur darker. His hand at my back. His name on my finger. His voice in the dark. His body too close, too warm, too impossible to ignore.
Then my enemies follow me across oceans.
They come for me in New York, inside the empire I built with my own hands, and make the mistake of spilling blood where the Spadaros can see it.
Now the alliance is no longer just ink on paper.
It is vengeance.
And my husband is done playing civilized.
SALVATORE SPADARO
I married Saskya Noctarova to keep her alive.
That was the deal.
A Russian bride under my name. A temporary peace between two brutal families. A public alliance strong enough to make every enemy in Europe hesitate before touching her.
Then they touched her.
They dragged my wife into danger, put bruises on her skin, fear in her people, and blood on the floor of her own kingdom.
Now hesitation is over.
Saskya is not easy to protect. She fights every order, tests every boundary, and turns every room into a battlefield just by walking into it. She wears my ring like a challenge and my name like a blade pressed to her throat.
But she is mine by contract.
Mine by blood.
Mine before every man who wants to collect the price placed on her head.
The Russians have a traitor at their table. The Spanish want her dead. New York is watching. Palermo is sharpening its knives.
And my wife, with her ice-blue eyes and sinful mouth, keeps walking straight into the fire like she was born there.
Good.
I was born to rule it.
This is the second book in The Sacred Code Series. Reading order: Omerta, Vendetta, Onore, Sangue.