All of Infernum cowered beneath the ruthless devotion the mafia men exuded. As far as they were concerned, emotions were a crutch and a liability...and yet, the raw magnetism snapping between them spanned beyond even an enforcer's iron control.

After a one-night stand turned budding blood bond, Victor swore to keep the saint out of his bed and sever the connection before it became permanent.

Because Lucian wasn't Victor's to claim-that right belonged to his elder brother while he'd been reduced to the role of bodyguard.

On top of it all, the syndicates were on the precipice of something dangerous and Victor was rushing against time. All he had to do was fight the blood bond pulling him to Lucian like an ever-tightening snare.

It should be easy... Right?