Possessive Mafia Vows by Vivy Skys

They told me she died.
They Lied.
All my billions, soaked in Irish mafia blood,
Didn’t mean a damn thing when the car went up in flames.
Then she came back from the dead—scarred, fierce, and hunted by the Russian mob.
Six years ago, I was dragged from the wreckage—half dead, told she didn’t make it.
My obsession. My fire-haired muse. Gone.
My punishment? Endless nightmares of her screams.
I’m the Murray family fixer.
I clean up messes. I erase sins. I bury the past.
Until I spotted her in a crowd—Sienna Walker. Alive. Eyes wide. Stunning.
She thinks I left her to burn.
She doesn’t know I’ve been hunting her ghost for six goddamn years.
She hates me. But one touch, and she’s undone.
One kiss, and I’m hers.
One night, and I’d slaughter cities for her forgiveness.
Then the Bratva takes her.
And that’s when I find out.
She’s pregnant.
With my child.
They thought she was my weakness.
They were dead wrong.
She’s my war.
This isn’t a fight–it’s a carnage.
I’m taking everything. Mine.