Property Of The Mansory Mafia

Property Of The Mansory Mafia

Do all men cheat? I don’t know. But I’m 100% sure my husband Marcus has been sneaking around—thinking I’m too stupid to notice. Joke’s on him. I had the perfect life… until I overheard the the feds seized his multi-million-dollar shipment, they’re closing in fast, and his own people want him dead. Before I could run, I got snatched off the streets of London—and woke up face-to-face with a man that even killers kneel to.

Jah. Six-foot-four of quiet danger. Skin marked in ink that tells stories I wasn’t ready to hear. The head of the Mansory Mafia—a brotherhood built on blood, bullets, and loyalty. To him, I was leverage. Just a pawn to use against Marcus. But the way his eyes stayed on me… the way his voice dropped when I clapped back like I wasn’t scared… it lit something wild between us.

Then came the “Be my wife. Have my baby. Or don’t walk out of here.” I should’ve told him hell no. But when his hands touched me like I was sacred… when his enemies circled… and my body started changing with his heir—I saw the truth I’d rather be a queen in hell than a fool in paradise.

Now I’m his—marked, married, and carrying the next king of a criminal empire. The feds want to bury me. His rivals want me gone. And Jah? He’ll drown the world in blood before he lets anyone touch what’s his.

They warned me about the devil. Turns out, he’s the only one who ever kept his word.

If you're a fan of bold and unputdownable African American romance, hood love, and dark Unhinged men, this one’s for you.