Castillo Del’ Àngel: Marked By Vengeance.

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“I know you want me in jail, but I want you in my bed.” Every man Ángel Di Cristina loves ends up dead or missing. Their severed finger arrives first, like a pretty little Christmas gift, wrapped in silk and presented in box filled with silent promises from his stalker. Castle Giordano, Mafia heir. Executioner. Obsessed beyond reason. He doesn’t send threats. He sends bodies. Because no one touches what belongs to him. No one tastes what he’s claimed. And if they try? They bleed for it. Ángel should be hunting him. He’s an FBI agent, he needed to protect the law, not surrender to the monster who haunts his nights. But Castle doesn’t play by rules. He never had. What he wanted, he got. He bends Ángel, fills his whole life with the thought of him. He whispers filthy things against his throat while pressing a knife to his pulse. Run? Hide? Fight? Useless. Because Castello doesn’t just want to own Ángel. He wants to ruin him. And the worst part? Ángel is ready to let him.