The moment he lays his eyes on her, there's no doubt about it... She will be his.

Women like me don't get happily ever afters.

We're chained. Kept women. There to fulfill men's needs and nothing more.

But I'm okay with that. I have a roof over my head. There are rules in place to keep me safe. As long as I follow directions, I get food in my belly, a warm, comfortable bed to sleep on, and an entire room to finally call my own.

But then he steps into the room I'm in for the night.

The mafia don.

He owns this building, owns this club–though he hardly ever frequents it. Yet tonight, he's personally requested me.

And he's not letting me go.

I've always known a happily ever after wasn't meant for me. But James, in all his high-handed, overbearing glory, is determined to not only collar me...

But he wants to make me his queen.