When Villains Rise (Anti-Heroes in Love, #2)

by Giana Darling

“…And if you thought my father could be cruel, you should see what kind of monster he made of his daughter.”

There was only one reason I went to jail.

After all, it was my wife he’d abused and turned against herself.

Finally, two weeks after my incarceration, the transport van arrived, and four new prisoners entered B block.

“Bitch bit my ear,” he roared, niceties over, struggling hard against my grip, but too weak to do anything about it. I cut off the other ear, noticing the massacred lobe where Elena had evidently bitten into him. That was my woman. My wife.

So, the warden declared prisoner Christopher Sallow dead by suicide, and no one ever knew any different.

“Oh, I know,” she agreed, almost gleefully, so in her element she seemed to glow. “The fun is just getting started.”

He didn’t know that I would go to hell and back for Dante Salvatore.

“Better a victorious bitch than a scumbag loser. Call us when you have the results back, Dennis. And good luck. I have it on good authority from Dante that men like you survive in prison because they make such good little bitches.”

His face was thunderous as he glared at us over the barrel of his gun. His expression was so terrifying, so without mercy, that I could finally understand how he got the nickname The Devil of NYC.

“Yeah, because I love you two most of all,” he whispered. “But don’t tell nonno Tore.” She laughed in a way that said she was totally going to tell Tore.

Our babies were always meant to be ours, but like their dad and mum, they were stubborn, and they took their time coming to us.

I’d done a lot in my forty years on the planet. Gone to the best schools, reinvented myself three times into three very different men, and until then, the greatest thing I’d ever done was love Elena Lombardi.