I had a plan: blackmail my terrifyingly powerful boss, Malachai Shaw, into marrying me to get back at my family. 

He needed a wife to secure his inheritance. I needed a man impressive enough to humiliate my cheating ex. 

It was a perfect, professional arrangement. Strictly business. Until that kiss in the museum and… everything after. 

I accepted that he’s the head of a criminal empire. I don’t care if his family always looks like they’re on their way to a funeral. But why didn’t anyone tell me he’s a demon!?

I need you to know how thoroughly fucked up this all is.


I know you were hurting but enough to make a stupid deal with the 'asshole boss' you wouldn't shut up about?


I'm so mad at you fr. why don't you ever talk to me?


After all we've been through, Juniper…


You keep saying that but you're not. If you were, you wouldn't still be lying.


On the fifth day, Malachai hands me his credit card and a man.


I'm perched on a kitchen barstool, cradling a mug of tea, when he walks in. His expression is all business, his suit even more business-y. In one hand, he holds a sleek black card between two fingers. Behind him, filling the doorway, stands the man.


My gaze flits from the plastic to the man to the plastic again. "Uh…"


"This is Marco," Malachai says, as if that explains fuck-all. "You've met Marco before."


Chapter 22 - Collateral Damage