{"product_id":"crowned-in-vice-duet-dark-mafia-romance-bundle-full-duet","title":"Crowned in Vice Duet: Dark Mafia Romance Bundle, Full Duet","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\"My father owed him everything. Azlan Zharkov asked for me.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e2 BOOKS IN ONE ! FULL DUET\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cul\u003e\n\u003cli style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eVice: Dark Mafia Romance\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eRuin: Dark Mafia Romance\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 16.5pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; margin: 9.0pt 0cm 15.75pt 0cm;\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eMILA\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eMy father thought he was settling a debt. He was handing me to the devil.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAzlan Zharkov is not a man you bargain with. He's a weapon in a tailored suit, a butcher with beautiful manners and a record full of blood. I was supposed to be temporary, an arrangement, a signature at the bottom of my father's ruin. \u003cstrong\u003eInstead, I became the one thing he didn't plan for.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe stripped away my silk my music my name. \u003cstrong\u003eHe taught me how to kneel without breaking and how to burn without screaming\u003c\/strong\u003e. Every order from his mouth feels like a blade against my skin and God help me I don't always want to move away from it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe calls me property.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHe took my freedom, my dignity… \u003cstrong\u003eand now he's reaching for the one thing I swore he'd never have.\u003c\/strong\u003e The worst part? I might let him take that too.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut the more he tightens his grip the more I realize something dangerous. Every time those frozen eyes find mine, something wicked and hungry stirs beneath my skin. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCollateral can turn into a weapon.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis is the first book in the The Ledger of Blood and Silk Series. Reading order:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAZLAN\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe was supposed to be a transaction. \u003cstrong\u003eA pretty piece of power to bleed her corrupt father dry and nothing more.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThen Mila Montclair looked at me like she wanted to carve my heart out with her bare hands, and every cold, calculated thing inside me went to war with itself.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe Senator's daughter looks fragile in ruined silk but there is venom behind those hazel eyes and I tasted it the moment she tried to defy me. She trembles under my rules under my hands under my shadow and still she glares at me like she wants to set my empire on fire.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eGood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eI don't want a doll. I want something that fights back.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe belongs to me now every breath every bruise every whispered protest in the dark, \u003cstrong\u003eand she has no idea that she stopped being just debt the moment I decided she was mine\u003c\/strong\u003e. I will break her old life crush her father's illusions and teach her exactly what she is worth in my world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnd if she thinks this is captivity, she hasn't understood the game yet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBecause once she stops fighting me\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eshe might start fighting beside me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAnd that will be the moment this city learns to fear us both.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003eThis is the first book in the Crowned in Vice Duet. Reading order: Vice, Ruin.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 16.5pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; margin: 9.0pt 0cm 15.75pt 0cm;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Source Sans Pro',sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; color: #121212;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLook inside:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 16.5pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; margin: 9.0pt 0cm 15.75pt 0cm;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Source Sans Pro',sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; color: #121212;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"line-height: 16.5pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; margin: 9.0pt 0cm 15.75pt 0cm;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Source Sans Pro',sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; color: #121212;\"\u003e\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMILA\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe wipers are fighting a losing battle against the rain, thumping back and forth like a chaotic heartbeat that matches the one trying to bruise its way out of my chest.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI’m staring at the back of my father’s head, fixated on the way his sweat has started to soak through the collar of his starch-stiff white shirt.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt’s disgusting.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe smells like fear and expensive cologne—a combination that’s quickly becoming my least favorite scent in the world.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe keeps adjusting the volume on the radio. Some classical station. The violins are screeching, grating against my nerves.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe won’t look at me.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe hasn’t looked at me since we left the estate.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI dig my manicured nails into the leather armrest until I hear the distinct pop of a seam giving way.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eGood.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eRuin the car. It’s the least I can do.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Don’t look at me like that, Mila,” he says to the windshield. His voice is tight, strained. “I’m doing this to save the family name.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“You’re selling me to a ghost, Dad. A fucking fixer.” My voice is ice, sharp enough to cut. “Do you even hear yourself?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“It’s not a sale,” he snaps, finally glancing at the rearview mirror but focusing on my forehead, not my eyes. Coward. “It’s a temporary arrangement. A gesture of good faith.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Liar.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe flinches. He actually flinches.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“It’s complicated. You don’t understand the politics of—”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“I understand that you gambled away money we didn’t have on horses that didn’t win, and now you’re using your only daughter as a meat shield.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe turns the radio up.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe violins get louder, drowning out the sound of my breathing, which is coming too fast, too shallow.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWe’re passing stacks of rusted shipping containers now. They look like iron coffins stacked four high against a gray, bleeding sky.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is where the city goes to die.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe shipyard.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe place where things disappear.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Sit still,” he mutters as the car slows. “It’s almost over.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“You’re a coward. You know that? A goddamn coward.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe hits the brakes.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Lincoln slides on the wet concrete before coming to a stop at the end of a pier that stretches out into the black water. A single set of LED headlights cuts through the mist ahead of us, illuminating the falling rain like shards of glass.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eArthur kills the engine.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe silence that follows is heavier than the noise.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe heater dies, and the temperature inside the cabin drops instantly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe finally turns in his seat, his face pale, eyes watery. He reaches out to touch my hair.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI jerk my head back, baring my teeth at him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Don’t you fucking touch me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Do what he says,” he whispers. “Don’t make this harder on me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“On you?” I laugh, and it sounds jagged. “Whose debt is it, Arthur? Yours or mine?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Behave, Mila. For once in your life, think of someone other than yourself.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe audacity. The absolute, unmitigated gall of this man.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI’m about to scream, to really let him have it, but he’s already opening his door. The wind howls in, wet and smelling of diesel and old, dead fish.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe rounds the car and yanks my door open.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Get out.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI don’t move.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe grabs my elbow and hauls me out.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMy heel catches on the doorframe, and I stumble into the downpour. The wind catches my silk dress, plastering it to my skin instantly. It’s freezing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI slip on a patch of oil, my heels skidding on the concrete.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eArthur’s grip tightens on my bicep, bruising the skin.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCrack.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMy right heel snaps off.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI stumble, going down on one knee into a puddle of brackish water.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Get up,” Arthur hisses, trying to pull me upright. “Don’t embarrass me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI kick the other shoe off, standing barefoot on the gritty, freezing concrete.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Let go of me, you bastard!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Move!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe shoves me forward.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd then I see him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAzlan Zharkov isn’t standing in the rain.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe’s part of it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Source Sans Pro',sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Courier New'; color: #121212;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cem\u003e\"\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"My Store","offers":[{"title":"Ebooks","offer_id":49751180706020,"sku":null,"price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Audiobooks","offer_id":49751180738788,"sku":null,"price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Ebooks + Audiobooks","offer_id":49751199088868,"sku":null,"price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0719\/5377\/6868\/files\/51qCfsgdhggh.jpg?v=1788191612","url":"https:\/\/alessasteelbooks.com\/products\/crowned-in-vice-duet-dark-mafia-romance-bundle-full-duet","provider":"Alessa Steel","version":"1.0","type":"link"}