The Kingpin Who Killed for Me Was the One Who Sold Me First

Two seconds before I say I do, the screen behind me lights up with a video of me being kidnapped and passed around a room full of strangers. My fiancé slides the ring onto my best friend's finger instead. And then he walks in—Kane Locke, the gangster who runs half the island—drops to one knee, and swears he'll love me no matter what.Three years. Eight dead babies. One overheard conversation.He orchestrated the whole thing. The kidnapping. The video. The wedding. All so my best friend could climb over my body into a bigger name. And me? I was just the womb.Now he's on his knees again. Begging. Bleeding.Too late.